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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 13

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) felt her heart sink into her stomach. Just earlier that day she met young Albrecht, and now she had to see this sweet boy spread out on an operating table. When she tried to hurry over, Gillen stopped her, holding out his hand.

"Stop. Tend to Gilbert, then come see me," He ordered as he took out a small, sharpened pair of scissors and began cutting through Albrecht's clothing.

"I'm fine," Gilbert insisted between gasping breaths. He must have run here. "But Albrecht isn't!" Gilbert spoke while gesturing to (y/n) to go and help Gillen.

(y/n) did as instructed and hurried to assist Gillen. When at the operating table, she looked down upon the injured youth. The sight made her blood run cold. Blood was seeping from the boy's left shoulder, staining his once pure white teutonic uniform a ghastly crimson. With his tunic and shirt now cut away, she could see his bare chest heaving, gasping for air. His lightly tanned skin was painted red with his blood.

Gillen held a cloth over the shoulder wound, applying pressure. "This looks like an arrow wound," He commented. "Gilbert, tell me exactly what happened."

"We went on patrol further up north this morning and ran into some of the pagans. We were outnumbered, so we tried to turn back quickly, knowing we couldn't win. As we tried to retreat one of them shot Albrecht in the shoulder," Gilbert slowly regained his breath and composure, but he was clearly still rattled.

Gillen didn't respond, simply carrying on with his duties in applying pressure to the wound. After a second or two he addressed (y/n).

"Bring me plenty of bandages, a bucket of water, and a rag. Hurry!" As (y/n) scampered off to the cabinet, Gillen interrogated his brother further. "Was anyone else injured?"

"By God's grace, nothing more than scrapes we can treat ourselves," Gilbert stumbled and plopped down taking a seat on one of the beds.

"God's grace indeed," Gillen sighed, keeping pressure on the wound.

As soon as (y/n) brought over the items he asked for, he grabbed the water and rag, taking away the cloth that was now completely stained in Albrecht's blood. While he cleaned around the still bleeding wound, (y/n) could feel her heart breaking at the sight. Albrecht began to look pale as his head slowly lolled side to side, as if barely conscious. His eyes only partially lidded, the color within appearing dull and lifeless. Even his cute freckles looked more like specks of dried blood. He groaned, fresh tears beginning to pool around his eyes. He could hardly look. As if reading her mind, Gillen spoke up.

"Don't leave. If you are to be a nurse, this will be a good learning experience for you."

All she could do was nod her head, breathless at the scene before her. Taking a small rag, she dabbed at the tears in his eyes. He slowly let his gaze travel up her arm to her face, the tears beginning to slowly trickle across his skin.

The next forty or so minutes felt like they went on for hours as she watched Gillen clean, dress, and bandage up the young knight's shoulder. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she heard the boy groaning, hisses of pain escaping his lips as Gillen dressed the wound before wrapping bandages around the puncture wound. She winced every time he yelped, pain shooting through him, only to be soothed by Gillen's gentle voice as he reassured Albrecht that he'd be fine. That it would all be over soon.

The agony. The horrific sight of a knight who might as well be a child, covered in his own blood. The sounds of his crying with every movement made. It was almost too much for (y/n) to bear. When Gillen finished bandaging up the wound he stood back for a moment, letting out a deep breath. Looking up at (y/n), he asked her to help move him to a bed as gently as possible.

(y/n) did as asked, and placed one of her arms under his legs and another under his hips. Gillen did the same with one arm under his back and the other supporting his head and shoulders. Gingerly, they both lifted the boy, who at this point had fallen into a deep slumber. With feet lightly brushing along the floor, the doctor and his apprentice moved their patient to a bed. After resting him on the soft mattress, (y/n) instinctively went to fluff the pillow around his head to ease any potential discomfort. Afterward, she brought out a blanket and laid it on his body, tucking him in as one would a small child.

(y/n) took a few moments to mentally gather herself, processing the entire event. Looking out the window, she saw that the sky had changed from a beautiful sunset to a dark, starless blue, signaling the beginning of nightfall. While observing the world outside the window, Gillen took a moment to fully see the woman before him.

Something began to stir within his heart, a sensation that slowly became familiar over the last couple of days. A tightness in his chest. But just now, it was becoming oddly pleasant. Like a tiny flame flickering away inside of him at random, inopportune moments. All of which occurred around (y/n). Like now when he looked upon her profile. The way the soft candlelight illuminated her face as she gazed out into the darkening world outside. And the way she so tenderly comforted Albrecht. It was all he could do to stifle a small laugh when he considered the stark contrast between the woman she presented herself to be this morning versus the angel standing before him now.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Gillen cleared his throat.

"Well, um... I suppose we ought to let him rest," He mentioned. (y/n) looked his way and nodded in agreement.

"That sounds like a good idea," She said breathlessly, her voice sounding tense.

"Are you feeling well?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Yes, of course, just... A little overwhelmed," She awkwardly straightened out her skirt. It was only then that she noticed the bloodstain on her apron.

"You can soak it in cold water overnight and wash it tomorrow morning," Gillen reassured her. "But if you are overwhelmed, might I suggest some tea? We can prepare some in the dining hall."

(y/n) paused to think before smiling. "That should be fine."

After pretreating their bloodied aprons, Gillen and (y/n) made their way out the door and toward the dining hall, all the while completely unaware of Gilbert who had been lying in a bed on the other side of the room, watching everything.

(y/n) and Gillen sat across from one another in the dining hall, sipping on their tea, the glow of a lone candle beside them. As they sat there, (y/n) noticed his normally icy gaze was now overcome with a beautiful warmth to them. The dim glow of the candle gave his eyes the appearance of shining pearls. The soft illumination caused his stark white hair to almost glow, the white strands giving her the impression that perhaps she was in the presence of an angel. This lighting truly made him seem otherworldly.

"You seem quiet. Was today too much for you?" Gillen asked. Even his voice seemed to have an ethereal air to it.

"I... I suppose so. I guess I just wasn't expecting to have to help treat someone so soon," She nervously rubbed a finger along the side of her cup.

"I understand. Honestly, I was hoping to just keep you on herbal medicines for a week or so before giving you any kind of training in surgical work. But even so, these are good learning experiences for you. Say, (y/n)?"

"Y-Yes?" She could feel her voice beginning to tremble. But why?

"How do you feel about the fortress? About life here?" Gillen seemed genuinely concerned.

"Well, to be fair, I have only just started a new routine in living here," (y/n) continued to trace the outline of her cup, anxiety welling up inside her. "The welcome from the knights this morning was certainly unpleasant. But even so, I cannot see myself going anywhere else for the time being."

"I understand. But I must ask, why do you want to stay here? Really?" Gillen leaned forward only slightly, but it was enough to color (y/n)'s face pink.

"W-Well, it's as I said before weeks ago. I have nowhere else to go." Her heart rate sped up.

Gillen didn't seem convinced, raising a brow. She sighed, resting her hands on the table and looking up to meet his softened gaze.

"Alright, so maybe that isn't the entire truth. The full truth is, I'm scared." She admitted, a sense of shame rising within her.

"Of the pagans?" Gillen quickly picked up on her message. She began to tremble.

"Y-Yes. Not only do I have nowhere else to go, no family or next of kin to return to, but... The people who attacked my village. They're out there. And... Part of me wonders," She cautiously looked out one of the windows, turning to the side. "Are they out there waiting for me? Logically they probably are not, but even still."

Gillen took in her words, feeling the tremble in her voice, as well as the slight shakiness of her hands. Something about her fear caused an ache within him. Reaching forward, he placed a hand on hers, causing her to look at him. Her delicate skin felt warm under his.

"I can see you are scared, but rest assured, you won't be alone. You have Gilbert, Albrecht... All of us here. And me. Only now do I see how brave you have been. You lost everything, and now you are in the process of rebuilding. (y/n)," His voice was so soft, the softest she'd ever heard before. The way he said her name lingered in her ears.

"Yes, Gillen?"

"I promise you, you will never have to be alone. And as long as you are here, you will never have to fear again."

(y/n) couldn't help the tear that ran down her face, her grateful smile shining in the night.

"Thank you, Gillen."

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 12

Word count: 4, 500 Rating: PG The reader is referred to as she/her.

One More Night - 12 Finale Part I

The town’s event center wasn’t so big that it could hold a convention, but every few years, it would host a boxing tournament that called on amateurs and fresh professionals from all over the country.

“What do you think you’re gonna do after you graduate?” Gilbert asked, opening the glass door.

“I’m pretty sure we talked about this before,” Mathias answered, though he wasn’t deterred in the least.

“Oh, yeah, I remember.” The albino pondered before saying this all in one breath. “You’re gonna get a green card, and I’m gonna head back to Germany because I clearly haven’t thought this through.”

“I mean, I still gotta figure out how to do that.” The boxer tried to lighten the blow.

As they walked down the hall, they went past posters of previous champions.

They were all photos of the killer blows that decided the match, moments before, during, and after, or them holding up the belt in a blaze of sweat and glory. They radiated the same magnetic energy as he did, but that was only something the people around him could notice and gravitate towards.

“What’s there to figure out? Just get (F/N) to marry you and you’re basically all set,” Gilbert said casually, getting a weird look from Mathias. “I’m only saying that because I have that much faith in you two.”

“Yeah, well, she’s only twenty-one,” The man frowned, his expression eventually morphing to a thoughtful one. “Even then, I’d want our marriage to be a lot more special than one of convenience.”

“But you’re set on moving to the US, aren’t you?”

“For boxing, yeah.”

“But not for her? Because I know for a fact you’d still come here if you didn’t have boxing going for you.”

“True.”

He made it to the sign-up table just outside the arena he’d be fighting in, which had a pop-up banner next to it. After greeting one of the event organizers, the boxer bent over to squiggle down his name and signature.

“Just talk to her about it. She’s not gonna be on your case for asking about something that important.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Think about it this way. You guys have been talking about living together, but not about your papers?”

“I think I get your point, Gil.”

“Had to be sure, because you don’t have a track record for being the best listener.”

“Okay, fine,” The blonde relented, albeit a little heatedly. He couldn’t deny such a defining trait of his character, but it was still a sore subject nonetheless. “I’m just worried about pushing her again.”

“That’s what talking is for,” Gilbert assured, unable to keep his smirk at bay as he sewed this in almost seamlessly. “Or maybe you’re just that used to getting your way that a conversation is beyond you.”

Mathias rolled his eyes and walked off.

“Yeesh. I was just kidding.”

“It’s fine.” They made it out of the event center in a comfortable silence, and the boxer only broke it when he noticed his friend going in the same direction as him. “Hey, isn’t your apartment that way?”

“Yeah, but Amy wanted me to make some Fanta cake for her.”

“Hm,” Mathias paused. “What’s the occasion?”

When he got back to your apartment, it was completely dark. Maybe that should’ve clued him in on what was going on, but it didn’t occur to him until after he turned on the lights, revealing you, Amy, and Allen.

“Surprise!”

You held up an apple cake, having been hiding in the dining room with them all along. The dessert had two little Danish flags sticking out of the top, and while it clicked, his eyes went wider by the second.

“Wow,” He frowned at first, overcome with emotion. There were even a few balloons with ‘good luck!’ and ‘you got this!’ hovering over the table attached to a baby blue weigh. “You guys did all this for me?”

“You thought we were gonna let all of this blow over without doing anything for you?” You questioned, and judging from the small expectant smile he wore, he must have. “What kind of friends would we be?”

“Thank you.” He hugged you and peppered your face with kisses. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, Mat.” You kissed him back.

“Just one last hurrah before you’re off to the races.” Amy added, handing him a card. Much like the one she made for her brother, it had cutouts of his face all over the front in a warm mess of glitter and stickers.

“How did you even get all these photos?” He gawked, opening it with sheer awe. “I love it!”

Just when he thought his smile couldn’t get any wider, he started reading all the nice messages inside. A lot of thought had been put into this celebration, and he was still surprised that it was all done for him.

“Hey, I was wondering what you were passing around in class!” He blurted, glancing up at the albino.

“And you didn’t suspect a thing.”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“And I said I was coming over to make Fanta cake,” Gilbert whispered to Amy, much to her glee.

Everyone gathered around the table to cut and eat the traditional Danish dessert. While you all dug into your slices, each of you had a chance to talk about Mathias, be it a funny story or a dumb one.

“Well, that night he came over, but he didn’t bring any clothes with him,” You explained, stifling a laughing fit as you stared at Allen’s unsuspecting expression. “So I let him borrow your underwear.”

“You what?” His eyes flew open, aghast.

“I’m sorry, Al. It was a bit of an emergency.”

He shook his head anyway, turning away in a mix of disappointment and betrayal.

“I feel violated.”

After a few hours of endless talking and laughing, it was just Mathias left on the table. While he stared at the leftover apple cake and Danish flags that lay flat on the plate, he could only think of one thing. 

“Can I talk to you about something?” He lifted his gaze to you.

“Sure.” You were in the kitchen washing up plates while everyone else lazed around the living room in a food coma. Without looking at him, you sensed him join your side. “What is it?”

“You know how I’m graduating next year?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you help me with my application for a green card? We can get into the details later.”

“Of course, Mat.” You took his shoulder. The way you smiled at him was so reassuring, it made him feel silly that he even worried in the first place. “I’ll be your sponsor. We’ll get that sorted together.”

“Hey.” He nudged you with his head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

It was far from a proposal, but coming to the States for good — just as you expected him to — left him jumping on the inside. Gilbert had been right all along, though he should’ve just trusted you from the start.

Meanwhile, said albino was playing with Bob’s toy cars on the ground, and the toddler in question was rummaging through his book bag. The twins, on the other hand, were relaxing on the couch.

“Check out this drawing I did.” Allen held up his sketchbook to Amy, showing off his doodle. It wasn’t any less violent than the one he showed you, but at least his artistic ability didn’t exceed a twelve-year-old’s.

“Maybe you should sell that at Barnes and Unstable.” She murmured.

“Real funny, Ames.”

“I don’t think Facebook Marketplace would do it this time round.” She scampered away while shielding herself from a pillow flung at her. “And I’ve seen some weird shit listed there.”

“Screw you,” He bent down to his nephew on the floor. Scooping him up with both arms, he got him to drop Gilbert’s pencil case in a clatter. “I’m gonna hang out with Bob.”

“Whatever. I was about to feed him, anyway.”

“And you’re coming with me to Copenhagen to meet my parents,” Mathias added with a wink.

“I think it’s high time I did.” You agreed.

“What, you don’t wanna meet them?”

“No, it’s just what if I’m not what they’re expecting?”

Amy walked into the kitchen, pulling out a rack she left Bob’s things to air dry on. Allen bounced him while she made a new bottle for him. Being right behind you, they couldn’t help overhearing you two.

“What do you mean?” Mathias frowned.

“Well, I am just a high school graduate.”

“So are we.” The twins added.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do in the future.”

Allen and Amy exchanged concerned looks. It wasn’t so much the indirect jab that provoked that reaction, but something else entirely. You could put them on a pedestal for doing even less, and yet, here you were.

“So what? You’re only twenty-one!”

“And you’re twenty-two!”

“Listen, you’ve been doing everything you can, and you’re great at it. Moving out is a pretty big deal.”

“I know, Mat. And I’m not trying to argue with you, I just wanna be able to impress them somehow.”

“I guess this is a universal thing after all,” Allen spaced out, eyes going unfocused. He would’ve sworn he was the only one who could ever say these things out loud, but apparently not. “Not feeling good enough.”

“Tell me about it.” Amy poured some hot water into a bottle, then measured out a scoop of formula.

“In that case, I think I’ve got it all figured out.”

“Have you, now?”

“You will! They’re the last people in the world to be uptight about stuff like that,” Mathias assured you. “And besides, I’ve always had help from them, but you guys have been on your own for a while now.”

“I guess you’re right,” You lit up, letting him pull you in for a sideways hug. “Thanks for saying that.”

“Yeah, just meet his parents—you’re a peach! They’ll be all over you,” Amy swayed you encouragingly, getting your smile to widen more than it already had. “And if not, Mathias wasn’t meant for you anyway.”

“Hey!”

“And besides, I think they’ll be a lot more impressed that you can handle him above all else.”

“Has anybody told you that you can be really mean?”

Of all the things she said, that rang the truest. Mathias sometimes did too much for his own good, but old habits died hard. He didn’t owe anybody anything, and yet, he wanted his boxing to set everything straight.

Scared of my own image Scared of my own immaturity Scared of my own ceiling Scared I’ll die of uncertainty

“I have a feeling this is gonna be a regular thing,” Allen watched you trot down the stairs to the apartment’s patio, only ever stopping to look back at him. “If you two ever fight, just know you can always crash here.”

“Of course,” You beamed. “And I’ll take the couch this time.”

“I’m sure I could make some room for you,” He put jokingly. You both stared at each other, eyes creasing in the most tender smiles a person could muster, and in a silence that spoke more than not. “C’mere.”

He beckoned you over with an upward tilt of the head, and sure enough, you went to him.

“We all gotta grow up eventually.” He wrapped his arms around you, pinning your head with his chin. Then, he closed his eyes, letting himself relax into the hug. “But you keep me young, you know that?”

“You’re only twenty-two, Allen.”

“Ain’t that a tragedy?”

You pulled away to peer up at him strangely, and there it was. That toothy grin that could smile through anything. It was a look you loved and hated on him all the same, because it just suited him so damn well.

“You’re an idiot for thinking I won’t miss you, because I will, and more than you know.” You teared up.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He sighed, pulling you into a protective hug. You squeezed him so hard that it was almost uncomfortable, but he never would’ve made a fuss about it. “You’re so emotional, sometimes.”

“You’re one to talk.” You grumbled.

“I know,” He cracked another smile.

As much as it pained him to accept where his life was heading, to a whole lot of nothing, it was for the best. He could start over with a clean slate, and without you always there to hold his head above water.

“But just let me have my moment.”

Fear might be the death of me Fear leads to anxiety Don’t know what’s inside of me

“So what was it that you figured out?” Amy walked out to the patio now that you and Mathias were gone. She wasn’t the type to be sentimental like her brother, who practically lived in the past.

“We can never love ourselves the way other people love us,” He explained in a faint murmur, glancing up at her. “They just see something in us that we don’t. So we’re never really whole without each other.”

“As bright as you are,” She shook her head, taken aback. “You just don’t like to think sometimes.”

“Love you too.”

“But when you do, the world makes a little more sense.”

“Is that your way of saying you love me?” Allen grinned, getting Amy to roll her eyes. But he saw the smile curling at her lips, which goaded him on more than anything. “Alright, alright, bring it in.”

Don’t forget abou-bou-bou-bou-bout me Don’t forget abou-bou-bou-bou-bout me Even when I doubt you I’m no good without you

You and Mathias arrived at the local bus stop and sat on the bench. As nice as that party was, it gave you a lot to think about. And that was what you did, falling uncharacteristically silent in the process.

“Are you okay?” He turned his head to you.

“Yes,” You answered. “It’s just really happening.”

As excited as you were to embrace everything headed your way, leaving your old life would be just as difficult. Not seeing Amy, Allen, and Bob every day would be the hardest change of them all.

“Hey, I get it.” He softened his gaze. “Change is scary.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that.” You replied.

“Want me to say it again?” He grinned back, much to your amusement. You didn’t say anything more, letting him fill the silence. And he didn’t let you down. “I’m afraid of change, but what I’m afraid of even more is not changing at all.”

For someone who acted so much on emotion, it never ceased to amaze you how eloquent Mathias could be. He braved the truth like no other, fiercely unafraid of the light because he burned even brighter than that.

“Maybe I needed someone to remind me of that,” You leaned into him. “So, thank you.”

“This will be great, I promise,” Mathias made a cute face as he caught you with his arm, so anybody could tell he’d been dying to say this for a while, now. “You’ll get to see me every day.”

“Don’t know if I’ll be prepared for that, actually.” You narrowed your eyes.

“Oh, yeah?”

You two ended up chasing each other back to his apartment. For someone so heavy, he was surprisingly fast. Trying to catch up to him was the hardest workout you’ve ever done.

Not that he even had the patience to wait for you, because he’d run right back to take your hand. 

When he got outside his door, he pinned you up against it and kissed you like he was hungry. He didn’t even bother taking you inside first because putting his mouth on yours was infinitely more important. So for the next ten minutes, he tongued you down in the hallway without a care in the world.

Now that you would always be within arm’s reach, you were right to worry about handling his insatiable appetite. He was deliberate in proving that point, hell, he even got off to it. He would make up for all the time lost, every last minute that escaped him when he could’ve spent it with you.

“Let’s keep this, this, and get rid of that.” Mathias tossed a black T-shirt onto his bed.

After you walked into his bedroom and saw all his things strewn over his desk and chair, he thought cleaning up would be the next best thing. Knowing him, you just went along with it.

“Why? This is nice.” You frowned, picking it up to inspect the back and front.

“It’s a bit tight so I don’t like the way it feels.” He continued to rummage through his closet.

“Hm,” You gave it a quick fold before putting it aside. “Allen might like this.”

Mathias closed a drawer and came up behind you.

“Maybe this’ll get him to stop moping about his underwear.”

“You think so?” He hummed.

“Yeah, but I didn’t come here to clean your room with you,” You told him, getting him to flash a sheepish expression. “This is the part where I give you a pep talk, but I think you have all the pep you need.”

“Yeah?” He lit up.

“But good luck. And whatever happens in the ring, I’m not going anywhere.” You squeezed his hands. It was your way of telling him that he’d already won, now that you would be staying with him indefinitely.

As a result, the winnings weren’t that important in retrospect to what he originally wanted them for.

But now that the opportunity presented itself, taking them still seemed like the only way to do right by you. To do right by all of you. So he didn’t plan on stopping until he floated straight to the top, second to none.

After six months of painstaking preparation came the first day of the tournament. You and Amy took a day off work for it, Gilbert skipped his classes, and Allen brought Bob along in a baby carrier.

Funnily enough, the neighborhood seemed to get the memo because half the stores were closed.

“Boxing is a pretty big deal around here, huh?” The albino mused.

“Ever wonder why Mat chose his university?” You asked, drawing attention to the vibrant atmosphere on the streets. Business may have halted, but that meant more people were out and about during the day, chattering together as they headed to the local event center. “This place is a real boxing town.”

“Mat really does have it all figured out, doesn’t he?” Gilbert murmured, recalling the conversation he had just yesterday. When he first met the Dane, he thought he was a bit all over the place, and he still was, really, but for the things he cared about, he always went that extra mile. “Sounds like Mat.”

“For what he’s interested in, anyway. Everything else, not so much.”

“Hm.”

“Maybe we should try and convert him to baseball,” Amy commented, earning a grin from her brother, who could absolutely get behind that suggestion. “Think he could go pro with that?”

“Yeah, if he even bothers showing up to baseball Fridays.” You mumbled.

“Guess it’s not very popular in Europe.” She added.

“Nope.” Gilbert popped.

After getting some snacks and drinks at the canteen, the four of you made your way to the arena. When you all ambled to your seats, it was already packed. The persistent chatter of the crowd filled your ears in a dull roar, and if that wasn’t already loud enough, it was sure to amplify when the actual fight came around.

“There’s sixteen boxers, and that gets halved every day,” You eyed the tournament brackets, which was mostly empty for now. “Losers get booted, and the winner advances to the next round.”

“Okay, so he just has to win four times in a row,” Gilbert commented after doing the math in his head, which prompted Allen to start counting on his fingers. “Shouldn’t be too hard for Mat, right?”

“Right.” You repeated, not completely bought by the chances. Either way, you were too nervous to keep talking now that Mathias appeared from a side door in his white boxing robe. “Look! Here he comes.”

There was a slow eruption of cheering as the two contestants made their way to the ring. One, a local amateur, and the other, a young student from Denmark well on his way to making ripples in the boxing industry. The four of you straightened up and peered around to get a better view. After shedding that outer layer to reveal his rippling body underneath, you all had the same, collective reaction. Shock and awe, down to a T.

“Damn.” Allen mouthed.

You’ve seen his body go through numerous changes throughout the year, but none quite compared to what he looked like now. After cutting down some fat, his muscles were practically bulging out of his skin. And as he bounced on the spot, so did his pecs. It wasn’t as tasteless as it sounded, noticing the fruits of his labor all these months, though his impressive physique wasn’t what brought you all here today.

“Good luck to whoever’s fighting him,” Amy remarked.

It was what he could do with it.

The starting bell rang three times, indicating the start of the match. The two boxers came together in the center of the ring and began circling each other. Then, they threw a couple of practice swings at each other.

It was like watching a pair of wild dogs, raising their hackles in a warning growl before landing a bite. Because in the next few seconds, one of them would. But they were more like a wolf than anything.

Mathias was the first to snap, jabbing at their face for two loud ‘bams’ before bringing his arm around for a mean left hook. His opponent dropped to their feet and evaded that last attack, then sprung up again.

Just like that, their stalemate ended in a brutal tussle. 

They swung at Mathias, decking him across the jaw. Spit flew from his mouth, and in his brief lapse of attention, they punched his face three times. Blood came out of his nose, making for a grotesque sight.

And the crowd ate it up in an excited roar.

“Come on, Mat!” You shouted.

While his opponent kept whaling on him, the Dane packed his fists in front of his face. He hid behind them until they burnt out, and when he removed them, he gave a bloody grin as if to go, you don’t have me yet.

Drawing his arm back, he smashed his glove right between his opponent’s eyes. The punch happened so fast, it couldn’t be evaded, and it was packed with so much power, it flung their head back like a speed bag.

He didn’t stop there, pounding them in solid jabs like a jackhammer. When they tried to get back at him in a clumsy swing, he bobbed down to the side to dodge. Then, he got up to do it all over again.

Mathias was a speed demon, and combined with his impeccable anticipation, he predicted many of the punches thrown at him. It was in his eyes, sharp and fixed on his opponent like he’d entered a trance.

And nothing could break him out of it. His hyperfocus was like a spell, letting him do all that most people couldn’t. There were only two things that could activate it: you and boxing. But together?

He was an unstoppable force.

And with his ox-like stamina, he wasn’t giving up anytime soon. Not even while he kept up his lightning-fast speed, nor his explosive punches that could rattle the brain in the skull that came in the way of his fists.

When he was done, he’d pull them back to his face and go back to bouncing on his feet. It was the nastiest of surprises, his style at its prime. The peek-a-boo style, and he would mow down other contestants with it.

After the match, everyone gathered at the local diner to celebrate. Your group sat at a round booth, but even that couldn’t deter Mathias’s friends from flocking around him to congratulate him on the landslide win.

They were like his disciples, but then again, he’d always had that effect on people.

“Give it up for the boxing Jesus.” Amy held up her milkshake.

“Yeah!” Gilbert seconded with a milkstache.

“Thanks, guys.” Mathias laughed, peering around the table and at all the faces beaming at him.

Nothing could beat a feeling like this, being seen by all his loved ones. It was the closest he could get to being invincible because when everyone believed in him, he had the drive to do anything. 

“But this is only the first round. It’ll only get tougher from here on out.”

“Like that has ever stopped you,” You said, charmed by his humility. His cheeks went red, and even more so with what you said next. “But we really missed seeing you in the ring, Mat. And you killed it out there.”

“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint,” He grinned, eyes twinkling. “So thanks for watching me.”

“I’ll always watch you whether you win or not.”

Now that it came to this, it wasn’t just your attention he always craved.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how many times he failed, you would still be there for him. Some untouchable version of him existed in your mind, and if he ever doubted himself, you wouldn’t.

That was something Allen understood all too well, but he had to let you go.

Don’t forget abou-bou-bou-bou-bout me Don’t forget abou-bou-bou-bou-bout me Even when I doubt you

I’m no good without you

“Hey,” Allen said, stopping the Dane out on the street.

Even if he had to force these words out and say it when there was no one around to hear it, he fought himself to, because he wouldn’t be able to live it down if he held out on him. So he waited for everyone to leave the diner — you included — before he let it slip.

“You’re the best of all of us.”

Mathias was caught off guard at first, but the more he listened, the clearer everything became.

“And I just wanted to remind you that we’re all counting on you.”

They were the last two people to end up as friends, but life dealt them an unexpected hand. Even if it took so much as hell freezing over Allen to realize this, there were infinitely bigger things than personal grudges.

“So take her to the moon for me.” Allen grinned.

You, Amy, and Bob were the infinitely bigger things. His world and everything that could ever matter to him. Even if he couldn’t do what you all needed him to do now, he would come back one day.

But at least for the next few days, it was up to Mathias.

Next chapter: Coming soon

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[allthingshetalia]

Headcanons on 2p!Prussia with a crush that plays the flute but is kinda insecure about their playing skills?? Like they can't even play on their own because they just cringe. Thank you!!

He gets the feeling of being insecure about something

But honestly would be your biggest fan

He is also really good with music too! So if you ever wanted some help he has your back

Loves to hear you practicing because the sound floats through the whole house

He literally won’t even think you’re “bad”

He just thinks it’s cool that you have a hobby you enjoy

So don’t be shy!!!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

White Lies : France/2P!France - Francis/Francois Bonnefoy

((I had this plot in mind with the idea of creating 2 alternate endings, one in which you end up with Francis, and in the other, with Francois~. ))

Life was never easy, especially when you move in a new country all of a sudden due to job opportunities...But I can't really complain now, can I? After all, I'm doing what I've been dreaming, which is being a Vet. Saving animals has always been my career-dream and now that I've achieved it, I only have 2 more. To travel the world and have fun...And to find my significant other.

Walking down the Champs-Elysee, passing idly the passing markets, I listen to music and look up at the evening sky, painted with various gorgeous shades of orange, pink and purple, feeling at ease. My walk from work to home isn't too long, just about 30 minutes on foot, which makes me able to relax and enjoy the tranquil atmosphere of this enchanting country.

This walk...Made me feel nostalgic for years ago when I first came here with a University program, 7 years ago, to spend the whole Summer holiday working for an animal shelter and learning the language, which was probably the easiest way that I could manage to work abroad with no problem, get easy money and have some expenses paid by the University.

My new Summer home in Paris is a little but very chic apartment, in a neighbourhood full of flowers everywhere, very close to the center of the city, so the whole first day was filled with unpacking and arranging everything in its right place, making me exhausted and to sleep immediately.

The next day, however, I woke up energised and ready to explore the city and start a new Parisian lifestyle, which will be a bit weird to adapt to, but nothing impossible. Leaving for the first time without my parents is going to be a real challenge, but if my dreams are going to come true this way, it's gonna be worth it~.

I go first to a little cafe next to my block and get a warm hot chocolate, a croissant and bread with butter & jam, a really nice breakfast and now I'm ready to explore!

I went to see the easiest route from home to work, which was almost a straight line, thankfully, and from home to the center there were a few turns, but nothing too difficult to remember. A smile was plastered on my face the whole time as I walked up and down each and every street and alley, got a very good ice cream and some pastries from the boulangerie, took tons of pics and selfies everywhere and tried to make the best out of this whole experience.

I am only 20 years old, I have the whole life ahead of me and there's nothing stopping me, not even the night!

Okay, never mind, scratch that, maybe it will defeat me, a tiny bit, because I kinda got lost in the center, my phone is dead and I have no idea how to get home...Great! What a new adventure!

Thankfully, I spotted a small, vintage, very coquette and intimate cafe so I shrugged and went inside, thanking every deity that it's empty and my shyness won't get the best of me, and I looked around, admiring the tons of sweets on display, feeling my mouth watering.

I was snapped back to reality by a friendly baritone voice, which made me squeak in surprise and turn around with wide fawn eyes. The man in front of me, who I could only guess either worked here or was the owner, was pretty tall, with long blond hair and his sapphire blue eyes held a very comforting and calming warmth.

"Bonsoir, ma belle mademoiselle. Que fais-tu seul a cette heure?"

the man asked, concerned.

"Uhmm...I got lost...Oh, wait, wrong language...Uhmm. Je suis...Perdu? Je me suis perdu? Mon francais est...Tres...Terrible, je suis tres desole!"

I stammered, trying to remember all the words I've been learning for the past 8 years in school and highschool...

But it failed.

"That was tres adorable, mademoiselle! Don't worry, I know English as well, but I appreciate you trying your best to speak my language."

he laughed warmly.

"M-Merci...So, uhm...I just moved here and it's kinda my first time abroad, all alone, nonetheless and I explored the city all day long. I got distracted by the pretty lights so much that I didn't realise my phone's battery died while taking pictures and now I can't seem to remember the way home. I know, it's very silly."

I explained, scratching the back of my neck sheepishly and embarrassed.

"What an adventure indeed, dear. And how did you find your way here? Not all that many people come by."

he guided me to a table next to the glass wall so I could see the lights better.

"I was looking for a familiar street, when I saw your cafe here with lights still on. I'm...I'm pretty shy, so when I saw that nobody else was there, I thought I'd drop by and get something to eat. When I saw how incredible everything here looked...Well, I kinda lost my thinking."

I chuckled, making the man laugh gleefully.

"Que magnique! May I recommend you my favourite?"

he asked, getting up, a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes, please! You did all of them? Alone?"

I asked, shocked.

"Mais, biensur~! Excuses-moi un moment, I will come right up!"

he went in another room for a bit, making me look down at my hands, grasping them together anxiously, then looked outside, admiring the beautiful lights from the Eiffle Tower, before the door opened once again, revealing the Frenchman with a white plate painted with pink flowers full of different cakes and other little sweets which made my jaw drop in shock.

"H-Hey, isn't that too much? I-I mean - !"

I stuttered, feeling my face heat up with a powerful blush, which only made him laugh.

"Nonsense! It's not every day a beautiful young lady comes into my humble cafe, especially not one from another country. It's from the house, so don't worry."

he winked, making me hide my blushing face with my hands.

"You're too kind with me, and I didn't even have the manners to ask for your name...I'm Y/N, it's really nice to meet you."

I managed to say after some time, trying to calm down my blush.

"Francis. Francis Bonnefoy, at your service, my dear."

he nodded, sitting down in front of me, putting a white rose in the vase.

"Francis...What a beautiful name."

I smiled softly.

"You can't let me eat everything by myself, okay? I accept no refuses!"

I said in a firm voice, making him chuckle.

"Very well, very well, a lady's wish is my command." 

he obliged, getting another little fork for himself.

We chatted about my new job, about life here, about literally everything and anything that came into our minds, all that for about two more hours before we realised it was very late and he escorted me home with ease, because thankfully, I was smart enough to write my address on a slip of paper and put it in my wallet before I left my new home and from then on, since we exchanged phone numbers, we'd meet up as frequent as possible.

These 3 months of Summer have been the most beautiful I have ever experienced and it's all thanks to Francis and his never-ending kindness. The best part of it is that he surprised me with a trip to Disneyland just before I was to leave for home and I kid you not, I never cried of happiness so much in my life.

We took an infinite amount of pics of literally everything and went to all the rides there, making it a truly day to remember. I was so depressed that I had to leave, but he promised we'll stay in contact until I am able to come again next, which thankfully, I managed to make it every Summer, for the whole 6 years of Vet Medicine.

He was even there for my graduation, which I never expected, but yet again, made me cry in happiness.

Since by now I could speak French fluently and I've already worked there before for many months, I managed to score a job at one of the best Animal Hospitals in Paris, which made me and Francis become even better best friends.

Very often, we'd even sleep at each other, watching movies together, eating dinner and honestly, I'm so happy I got to meet someone as amazing as him.

Now I'm 27 and things haven't changed between I and Francis one bit, except for the fact that he told me that he's a country, France, of course, and all that came along with it, such as other countries, the 2P's, responsibilities and so on, which of course, were a bit confusing, but nothing I couldn't handle and give my eternal support for.

That is, until our first fight.

It wasn't really a fight, more like him telling me something concerning another World Meeting and me getting overly worried about him, so much that we argued about what he should do, without realising that he's been doing this for hundreds of years and he clearly knew what had to be done.

I never really argue with anyone, but when I do, I feel incredibly dark and sarcastic, so I stopped talking and took a deep breath before saying anything else.

"Look, Francis, I love you a lot, okay? You know this very well. I will go take a walk to calm down before I say something I will regret later that I don't even mean, anyways. I just...I want you safe, okay? Don't forget that." I muttered before leaving his home to walk around the park nearby.

Unfortunately, that walk wasn't a long one for before I realised, a hand covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream. I was threatened with knives and guns by some men dressed in black looking extremely threatening.

"We have seen you with the man who calls himself 'Francis Bonnefoy'. We want to know everything you know about him." the one in front of me asked in a raspy voice. "Wh-What? What's with Francis? What do you have with him?" I tried to ramble, not knowing what to do. "Tell us everything you know and we won't hurt you." said the one holding me before tugging on my hair, making me yelp a bit at the sudden pain. "I-I don't really know what you want me to say! He's just a man who owns a little cafe and he's very sweet, what else is there to say? He's very sweet with me and always texts back very fast and-" before I could continue my rant, I felt myself getting above the ground, as the one in front of me started strangling me in the air. "Who do you think you're talking to, wench?! We are the Russian Mafia and that man has important information." he screamed in my face, as I tried to breathe. "I...Don't know anything weird about him...Believe me..." I managed to choke out, before another voice rung out. "She speaks the truth. I never told her anything that might endanger her." were the words spoken that made the assailant drop me to the floor. "Francis...? What are you doing here?! Run! They want to hurt you!" I yelled at him, but he only shook his head and helped me back on my feet. "No, dear, I won't run. They have been targeting me for a while. I tried to make sure you were safe, but I didn't expect something like this. I'm sorry for putting you in danger and getting you harmed." he sighed, apologetic. "But...But Francis...I can't let you go with them...! They will hurt you...I couldn't possibly...I can't let you go..." my tears started welling up in my eyes as I threw my arms around his torso, afraid to let go of him. "Don't worry, ma belle fleur, I will return to you no matter what. I'm a country, remember? I can't die." he winked, trying to reassure me. "But you can feel pain! That's not okay no matter how you look at it!" I tried to protest, but he only pushed me towards his home lightly. "Don't worry, Raven. After all...All my life I've been in pain. A bit more won't change anything. Be careful while I'm gone, please." he said with a sad smile before he got taken away by those creepy men, as I screamed after him until my lungs gave out.

No...Screaming and crying won't solve anything, I have to do something about it, I can't just sit idly!

I ran back inside and to my surprise, Francis' phone was on the bed.

He knew something like this would happen...

Damn it.

Looking through his contacts, I see various country names and I stopped when I saw "England".  Despite everything, Francis always spoke very nicely of England and the rest of the countries so...Hopefully, this will work.

"Hello? Is this England?" I ask meekly and unsure of what to say. "This better not be some stupid prank of that frog or-" he replied in a very annoyed voice. "N-No, nothing of the sort! Mr. England, France has been kidnapped by the Russian Mafia and I don't know what to do to save him! Will you please help me out?!" my voice dripping with desperation. "So what? It happens sometimes." he answered in such a nonchalant voice that it cut off my words. "B-But...! H-He's my fiance! Please, Mr. England, I don't know what I should do! Those men were really terrible and I don't want France to get harmed!" I cried in the phone, but I only earned a sigh. "Listen, miss, I understand that you are concerned, but that fro-...France is a country, and this sometimes happens to all of us. It's not the first time for him and it won't be the last time either. I suggest you wait for him with some wine, some baguettes and he'll get over it." he tried to suggest, but by this time I was boiling with anger. "You...How can you be so ...So cruel...Francis only spoke nice words of all the countries and especially of you, England. I can understand now why he always felt so lonely there...Because all of you are nothing more than a bunch of selfish jerks! I hope you sleep well tonight knowing that a man who cares about you like a brother and would do anything in his power to save you is being tortured! Good bye." I said in an extremely passive-aggressive tone, not letting him protest, before I hung up.

That was frustrating...Stupid England...

Taking a deep breath, I look through his contacts again and see someone called "Francois" with the French flag emoji next to it. This must be his 2P... He spoke so nicely of him, saying how fragile and emotional he really is, despite his rough exterior...He's just like Francis...But with different ways of coping with pain.

I call him and wait anxiously for him to answer, and when he did, I was greeted with a gruff voice that intimidated be, but I had to stay strong for Francis.

"Oui?" he answered. "H-Hello, are you Francois? France?" I managed to breathe out, cursing my shyness. "I'm his 2P. Why do you have France's phone?" he asked annoyed. "Y-You're still France, even if you're his 2P, right? And...Francis got kidnapped by the Russian Mafia." I said, this time with more confidence. "And...? What do you want me to do?" he asked, once again, very bored. "What the HELL is with you, people?! One of your own is kidnapped and tortured for information and who care so little?! Why are you all so pathetic and cowardly that you won't even help someone who holds you in such high esteem?! What, afraid to get a nail broken?!" I scream at him, forgetting myself with anger. "And who are you that you care so much for a country that's gonna outlive you in the blink of an eye?" he groaned, most likely rolling his eyes. "I am his fiancee, damn it! I am at his home and he intentionally let his phone on the bed, in hopes that one of you, his FRIENDS, is going to help get him out of there!" I reply sternly...

But he hung up without another word.

What...The hell?!

I tried ringing 3 more times, but I got rejected.

Fucking fantastic...So much for reliable peop-...Countries.

The next one I call is Canada, but he was very far away with business and couldn't come to our aid any time soon.

I gripped the phone tight in my grasp, cursing, before I get startled by the door opening, making me squeal in fright and surprise, as a tall, blond man looking very much like Francis, but rather disheveled, entered.

"F-Francois...?" I asked, to make sure. "No, it's freaking Papa Noel, Joyeux Noel!" he rolled his eyes before plopping down on the couch. "U-Uhm...A-Are you here to help me save Francis...?" I inquired, unsure of what he was doing. "Depends on you, toots. What's in it for me?" he lit up a cigarette. "Uh...You saved your other self? You did a good deed? I don't know, doesn't it matter to you at all that he's in trouble?!" I looked at him shocked as he just shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time. So, what are you willing to do to save him?" he asked, getting up, closer to me. "We've been together for 7 years. Anything that's possible for me to do, I will do it, if it means he gets out of there unharmed." I said, looking determined. "Then...How about we fuck?" he muttered with a smirk. "Wh-What?! What the hell are you asking?!" I cringed, stepping back. "You said you'd do anything, right? Would you do this? I look almost just like him, in the dark, you wouldn't even realise the difference, so what's the problem? He won't have to know." he got very close to my face, whispering in my ear. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I screamed, slapping his face hard. "D-Don't EVER do that again! Not to me, or to anyone else! EVER!! I don't get why you came here if you weren't willing to save Francis, but if you just got here to mess with me, then kindly GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!" I yelled, trying not to let the tears in my eyes fall, before I went to Francis' bedroom and locked the door, sliding down, hugging my knees and choking on sobs.

I tried to repeat to myself "Not again" again and again, until I got back to my senses and calmed my breathing and remembered that I must continue calling all the countries available.

China refused. Japan said "I will see what I can do" which is a very subtle denial. Italy cowarded. Spain has to take care of Romano. Prussia and Germany are dead drunk. The Nordics were busy with official meetings and businesses. The Baltics declined, the Balkans declined....The whole Europe declined...America declined...Asia declined... Everyone declined. But Russia's answer scared me the most.

"I'm sorry, dear, but I don't control the Mafia, so I can't do anything about it. And at the same time, I can't  harm my own people either. But I will tell you, they won't leave France any time soon, for sure." 

And...That was it. All countries declined helping one of their own and I was at the verge of despair. The only one who wanted to help was Francois...And with such terms...And what a scary approach... B-But...As long as it saves him...Does it even matter anymore...?

I slowly unlock the door, gathering courage to get out and swallow my pride, and to my surprise, Francois was still on the couch, smoking.

"You're still here." I mumbled, looking away. "Oui. And I heard everything. What are you gonna do, mignonette?" he asked, tilting his head a bit. "I...Uh...W-Well...I-If I do it...W-Will you promise he gets home safe?" looking anywhere but at him, I grip the phone tightly, trying to fight my anxiety. "Ohh~? So you will do it, after all? To save your amour, you'll let another taint you, touch you, corrupt you~?" he asked, tauntingly. "Oh, shut up, you jerk! I just want to save my fiance, while you're here like some mercenary, seeking favours!" I bite my lip, trying not to outright scream at him again. "Tsk, tsk, I'm just doing what's best for me. You can't blame me, we're all selfish." he shrugged, getting up. "No...Not all of us...Francis isn't. Francis would have tried his best to save any country. ANY. Country." I glared at him. "You've known him for 7 years, not for 700. I think I know him better than you do." he smirked, challenging me. "You may know him, France, the country, but I know Francis, the heart inside him. I know the real him. You just know the facade he's putting. Now stop arguing with me and let's go save him already!" I stomped on the ground frustrated, only making him chuckle. "Do you even know where we have to go?" he asked, lighting up another cigarette. "Of course not, who do you take me for? Nostradamus? All I know is that Russia said he isn't in control of his people and that they didn't leave this place and are probably in some hideout here, in Paris." I told him, looking away, pondering. "You're lucky I know all the sketchy places around here..." he nodded, signing me to follow him to his car, a nice black Cadillac.

On the way to the first hideout, it was silent, with the exception of Francois puffing his cigarette from time to time.

"So, mignonette, how did someone like you meet someone like him." he asked, trying to make conversation. "You're saying it in a very weird way,  y'know? But...7 years ago I was able, for the first time, to leave the country. I came here, to Paris, to work at an Animal shelter for the whole Summer, sent with a University program. After unpacking everything, I started exploring the city, but soon I realised that my phone died, it was night, and I had no idea how to return home. I found Francis' cafe...And he was so sweet with me...We kept in touch all the time, even when I had to leave back home and we wouldn't see each other for the rest of the year...He has always been so kind and patient with me..." sighing, I look out of the window. "Huh...Tres drole." he muttered, throwing the cigarette butt out of the window. "What is funny?" I asked, rising a brow. "You." he snorted. "What? Why?"  I looked at him, confused and slightly shocked. "When did you first fuck?" he teased, looking at me. "Wh-What the hell, Francois! That's an intimate question and I refuse to answer!" I huff, looking away. "Oh, come on, I won't tell anyone. Is he any good? Do I need to teach him-" he continued, but I stopped him quickly. "Shut up!! We didn't, okay?! Now stop asking! I don't know if he's...G-Good or whatever the hell you want to know, so drop it!" I exclaimed, extremely embarrassed. "You mean to tell me you've been together 7 years and didn't fuck? No long and sensual "I missed you" fuck? No quick and rough "Don't leave me" fuck? No very kinky "This is better than porn" fuck?" he chuckled, seeing how flustered it made me. "Enough!! Th-That's enough! Stop it already! No, we did nothing of the sort, now please, DROP IT! I don't want to know or talk about it or anything similar!" I tell him firmly, hoping he'd stop already. "You're no fun...Come on, toots, you're an adult, these things are normal and fun, not tabboo, so chill. Maybe you really need a good fuck." he muttered, trying to make me calm down, but I only gripped my hands tighter and glued myself to the door, as farther away from him as possible. "You don't know everything, nor everyone, so don't speak for them." I answer barely above a whisper, which only earned me a sigh. "You're either only best friends, he sucks in bed...Or you've been really hurt in the past. So, which is it, mignonette?" he asked, solemnly. "...Who hurt you, Francois...?" I feel myself asking without realising. "Huh?" he breathes out, looking at me shocked, but before I could say anything else, he stopped the car abruptly, saying "We're here."

We get out of the car without another word and search the whole shelter from top to bottom, but find nothing but dust and blood.

"So...Not here. How many other places are there?" I asked, biting my lip. "Many. Too many. Are you sure they were Russian?" he asked again, looking at me. "Yes. They said so when they attacked me. And their accent was very thick as well...I could recognise a few words myself when they were whispering between themselves before Francis came." I nod, sure of my information. "Very well. That means there are only 2 more places to check. They are pretty far away from each other, but should work. Also, I need to get some fuel." he sighed, getting back to the car. "Okay. I pay. It's the least I can do..." I tell him, looking ahead at the new road. "I won't complain." he chuckled, lighting up the 100th cigarette.

We spent about half an hour in silence before I got the courage to ask him again...

"Who hurt you so much, Francois? You're constantly using this vices and facades to cover up that you're in pain..." I stammered, not really sure where I was getting at. "Shut the hell up." he ordered with the most deadpan expression so far. "I-I don't want to insult, offend or hurt you, Francois. I just want to understand you. You're not a bad person, I can sense that. You just have a different coping mechanism-" I continue, trying to let him know I'm not attacking him, but he got angrier. "I SAID, SHUT IT! What the hell is so difficult for your stupid brain to get?! STOP talking about it!" he yelled, gripping the stirring wheel and glaring ahead. "I'm sorry! Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you...I just...I just...Wanted to thank you for being literally the only person to want to save Francis and..." I scratch a bit at my arm, closing my eyes, hating the sudden change in tone. "I'm not doing it for him, I'm doing it to fuck you!" he sneered, shifting his glare at me now. "That's fine...Doesn't matter, as long as he's safe...Any help is appreciated..." I whispered, hanging my head. "Oh, really? Then if a group of hobos offered to to save him, if they gangbanged you, would you do it? Or if some fetishist were to ensure he got out the next second, but he got you as his sex slave?" he shouted more and more, making me shed tears and choke on sobs. "I-I just want my Francis to come back to me unharmed...I don't want to see him in pain ever again...I just want him to be okay...He's been through so much and he still smiles...He's saved me all these years, and now I owe him at least this...I just...I just want him safe and sound..." I sob, biting my lip and gripping my arms, trying to stop myself from crying, but to no avail. "...Get out." Francois muttered barely audible. "Wh....What....?" my eyes widened as I managed to move my gaze to look at him. "Get the fuck out of my car. Now." he wasn't looking at me anymore, but outside, as he put a very sudden and brusque break, making me squeak in surprise at the impact. "B-But...Why? Didn't you promise you'd help me save him? You are his last hope, Francois, you can't abandon him like this! We're so close to-" I tried to argue, but I suddenly find myself with the barrel of a gun at my forehead. "Fuck if I care anymore. You're annoying, you piss me off with your lies. That's all that you are, a selfish liar! I don't believe a word you're saying! I don't know why I agreed to this bullshit, he'll get out of there anyways! You're not even hot enough to bother going through all this just to fuck you! Go find him on your own, now get the fuck out of my car!" he growled, cocking the gun.

He was looking at me with his dark purple eyes, right into my e/c ones, glistering with tears and betrayal...But deep inside his own eyes, shock, mixed with a glint of hurt and skepticism were swimming. "I may be a liar...But at least I'm not lying to myself and to my own heart about my feelings. Goodbye, Francois. Drive safe home." I sighed, looking at him with betrayal and resignation as I stepped out of the car and started walking ahead.

I didn't realise how cold it was before, but now...It's really not very nice. And the fact that it's so dark and scary isn't helping either. I turned on my phone's torch, trying to see where the hell I was, but all I could see were trees every where I looked.  At this point, I don't know if I should be scared that there's no passing car...Or if there WOULD be one.

I literally had no idea what to do, and Francois just went ahead with a terrible speed...Hope he won't have an accident or something. The pain in his eyes as he spoke to me...Those were the voice and look of a desperate man, wanting to take away the pain somehow. I can't blame him in any way...For I understand him more than I wish I did. If it wasn't for Francis... Well... I just think Francois should allow himself to feel happiness and not be afraid to grasp hope, no matter how thin that thread may be.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't realise the car that was coming from behind me until it was too late and the lights were already on me.  Next to me, a black Ford started very slowly driving next to me, as the driver pulled down his window and whistled me.

"Hey, babe, want a ride?" he asked in a slurred voice. "N-No thanks..." I mutter, trying to walk faster, but to no avail. "Aww, come on, sweet tits! Let me get ya home! I can't let a babe like you walking alone at night, can I?" he purred in that disgustingly drunk voice of his. "I'm very close to my boyfriend's home, so please, leave me alone." I tried to reason, clearly scared, but he only laughed. "There ain't no house in the next 5 kms, missy, so don't try to lie to me!" he said in a low voice as he stopped the car.

By this point, I started running as fast as I could, cursing myself for not doing anything to maintain my physical endurance because my lungs were burning and my legs were aching like all hell, and before I knew it, I was on the ground, the remaining air in my lungs knocked out from the weight on top of me.

I tried to struggle, but I could only jump back to my feet when the bastard rolled over to get a better grip on me, but I couldn't run... He held my arm so tight that I was afraid it might break, making me turn around to try and scratch him, but that only annoyed him and made him rip open my f/c shirt, exposing my almost naked top.

By this point, I kept screaming and struggling like a wild animal trapped in a cage, but he was much too strong for me to do anything. Memories of the past kept flooding my brain as he put his hand on my neck, while the other was roaming my body.

I thought that was the end of me, until I heard a very loud car accelerating in our direction, then two deafening gun shots...And then silence.

As soon as those shots were dealt and I could no longer feel that forsaken grip on me, I sprinted into the woods, not caring about anything else in this world, not hearing, nor seeing anything.

That is...Until again, someone took a hold of my wrist and spun me around in his arms, making me scream, beat and struggle whoever that was, way too scared to rationalise anything anymore.

"Mignonette! It's me, Francois! Calm down, damn it, I'm not gonna hurt you! I killed that fucktard, nobody will hurt you, chill already." he tried to calm me down, but all I could do, as all strength left my body and my legs were shaking, was to fall in his arms and sob in his chest almost falling to the ground, were it not for him.

It might have taken a good 5 to 10 minutes of sobbing before I managed to calm down enough to be able to speak coherently, while Francois tried his best to soothe and calm me down.

"How the hell do you always get in trouble, Mignonette?" he tried to joke light-hearted. "I don't know, but I'm so done with this! I hate this, I hate this, I hate this! Why is it always me?! What did I do so wrong in this world that I attract such...Such...Monsters?! Why does everyone want to hurt me like this?! Is this it, Francois?! Is this the pain you're feeling?! Because if it is, then FUCK IT, I don't want to feel anything anymore! Take out my heart, I don't need it! I don't want to hurt anymore! MAKE IT STOP ALREADY!! Why me?! Why again?! Why like this?! I just want to be happy for once, is that too much to fucking ask in this world?! IS IT?!" I screamed and cried and pulled at my hair in desperation, not caring about any self-esteem anymore and just letting all the raw emotions plaguing my heart, soul and brain out. "So I was right...You have been hurt before." he muttered to himself, almost as if he hated himself for being right. "Yes, fucking hell, yes, I have, damn it! Three fucking times! Each time, it hurt so bad, and in different ways! But the first one...Oh, the first one....I was barely 17, damn it...It was my first relationship...So why did he have to do such things to me?! I didn't know any better, I was naive, innocent and learning...I thought it was normal...And...And...And I stayed almost 2 years like that...And I didn't tell anyone what happened...I was scared, I didn't want to admit it, I was weak...And powerless...And I still am...Because no matter what I do, a drunk, horny man will always get his way because of his fucking physical strength! CURSE YOU! Monsters, all of them! Wretches! Burn in hell, all of you!" I confessed to everything that's happened in the past, not even sure why or how did I manage to finally say everything that was darkening my heart, but I did. "Je suis desole, Mignonette. I truly am. I shouldn't have let you alone in these places. It's my fault, I admit. I was pissed off that you said the truth and I couldn't stand it. I went to search the 2nd place, but there was nothing. That means Francis is definitely in the 3rd and last place." he stated, slowly helping me get up. "Hope so..." I mutter, feeling drained of all life and hope.

We walked back to the car, him holding me close to his chest, and as the car's light came in our sights, he realised my wardrobe malfunction and took off his shirt, handing it to me, as he remained shirtless, not even flinching at the cold, all the scars on his body now visible.

"Don't you hate it?" I muttered, looking away as I buttoned his shirt and rolled up the sleeves since it was way too big on me. "Hate what?" he asked, getting in the driver's seat. "Dunno... The World. People. Life. Yourself." I mention, shrugging. "I do. Why?" he furrowed his brows, not quite getting where I was going at. "And how do you cope with it?" I asked, still glaring in front of me. "Not very well, as you've seen so far. Drinking, Smoking, Whoring. Not very healthy." he explained, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "I hate alcohol. I couldn't get drunk, even if I wanted to. Makes me sick. Smoking makes me sick too...And...The other one...Even if I wanted to...I...I..." I trailed off, biting my lip in annoyance. "You hate yourself too much, but also, distrust everyone else around you, hm?" he tried to reason. "Sorta, yeah, I guess. I'm scared, I'm afraid, I'm anxious and ashamed...I just want to run away and hide somewhere nobody could ever find me even when I think of it. I start shaking and...And I can't. It leads to panic attacks. So I'd rather...Not. And I'm so tired of everyone telling me I'm broken or whatever just because I don't care about anything of the sort." I sighed, leaning my head on the door window. "Does he know?" Francois asked, but I only shook my head. "Last times I told someone...My boyfriends...Things got very bad. It's like a stupidly annoying Pavlovian instinct. I know things won't be bad if I tell him...But I'm also afraid." I mutter, looking out, and before he could say anything else, I ask him "We've arrived, right?" which earned me a solemn nod.

Getting out of the car, we went in silence to the shelter, this time smaller than the first one, and noticed light emanating from inside. Upon further inspection, Francois confirmed that Francis was inside, so he got out the rifle from his car and climbed a tree, easily taking out the 2 bulky men who kept Francis captive, allowing me to easily run inside and use the knife given to me to cut off the restraint that bound him to the chair.

I was so mirthful that Francis was okay and somehow, there was no scratch, bruise or wound on him, so I threw myself in his arms, hugging him as tight as I could, considering the event of this night. However, things weren't always easy to deal with, especially when it comes to the Mafia, but before anything could happen, I hear a rustle from the other room, which somehow, the other two omitted, allowing me to quickly snatch the pistol from one of the deceased's grasps and point it to the door, revealing a scared Mafia mobster.

"Hello, fuckass." I said venomously. "You don't even know how to use that and yet you dare threaten me?!" he shouted, ready to take his own gun, until the sound of me cocking mine echoed in the whole room. "Will you take the bet? What's faster...Me pulling the trigger, or you taking the gun and killing me? What say you? The brain or the heart, which would you prefer?" I asked, taunting him. "You little bitch...! Who do you think you are, opposing the Mafia?! Mr. Russia will wage war on this stupid country!" he shouted in anger, visibly shaken up. "Hahahaha...I've been called worse in a day, is that all you can do? How weak. No wonder the others didn't let you do anything to help them. Oh, and, by the way...Mr. Russia has no control over the Mafia, so he won't take any action against you...Or to help you. Trust me, I called him a few hours ago. So before talking...I'd rather check if all I knew were lies. Just a sound advice for the future...Which you'll never have, at this rate." I grinned mockingly at him, but just before I could say "Goodbye" and shoot him, a gentle hand grasped my shoulder, as the other went to the pistol, setting the trajectory away from the villain, who fell to his knees in fright. "Y-You're insane, woman..." he muttered, shocked. "Francois, what's the meaning of this?! What if he attacked us?! He messed with Francis, he messed with me, he messed with you! We can't let him escape!" I raised my voice at him, but he only shook his head. "You've been through enough today, and it's mostly my fault. Go stay with your paramour...I won't let your hands be bloodied. You don't deserve such a fate to haunt you for life." he explained, gingerly taking the gun away from me. "I have enough things to haunt me for more than this lifetime, one more, what could matter?" I tsked in annoyance, looking away. "It always matters. I hope you won't get to experience more misfortune." he muttered, pushing me towards Francis, as he took the enemy away, to kill him in the woods.

Taking a deep breath to calm my annoyance, I jump in Francis' arms once more, burying my face in his chest, just happy to have him safe and sound, back in my life. With tears in his eyes, he kissed the top of my head and thanked me over and over, but not for saving him necessarily, but for being here for him at all times. He never expected anyone to bother to save him, which I noticed myself, unfortunately.

I told him part of our story, clearly only the not-so-dark parts of it, and by the time I was about mid-story, Francois came back.

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 Francis/France Ending 

"Okay, love birds, are you done reuniting? We should get out of here before their little group of boy scouts return to give us more trouble." he rolled his eyes seeing us hugged and sappy. "Oui, mon ami, tu as raison. Ma cherie, let's go home. I'm so sorry you had to go through all that trouble just for me. I'm a country, I won't die, and yet you still came after me, despite the dangers." he said in a soft voice, clearly touched. "Silly...Country or not, you still feel pain, and that is the last thing I want you to feel. I love you so much, Francis, you don't even realise. You brought light into my life, into my heart...And I wanted to be able to save you, just like you saved me all these years we've known each other. Je t'aime trop, et tu es mon coeur. I will stay by your side until you get tired of me." I confessed, cupping his face and looking at him with endless love and admiration.

Poor Francis was left speechless, so much that he just started kissing me passionately, then hugging me tight to his chest, earning a groan of annoyance from his friend.

"Take that to the car, idiots! Hurry up!" he clapped to hurry us up back to the car, which we did, and now we were on our way back home, Francois driving us, as we stayed in the backseat, cuddled to each as if tomorrow was the last day alive.

Back home, we plopped down on the couch, finally able to breathe, knowing we were safe, but after about 5 minutes, Francois got up to leave...Which didn't happen, for I stopped him with a hug.

"Thank you for helping me save him. I owe you the world." I whispered, thanking him with a smile on my face. "Oh, shut up. You pissed me off enough for a day. Just go stay with him and leave me alone."  he groaned, trying to pry me off me. "There's no chance you're gonna get rid of us after today! There's no escape for ya!" I laughed, finally letting him go, before the door was slammed open, revealing a blond man with short hair, green eyes and abnormal eyebrows. "Ahem. I see that bloody frog is alright. Was that a prank or-" he asked, seemingly irritated. "You...Are you England?" I asked, my eyes wide. "Yes, of course, who else? Wait-...Was it you I spoke with on the pho-" but I didn't let him finish because I slapped him with all my might, before starting to shake him roughly. "YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU DARE COME HERE NOW, HOURS AFTER I CALLED, WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS PRANKING YOU, IMMA KILL YOU, YOU-" but I was stopped by a hug from behind and a chuckle. "Ne t'inquiete pas, mon amour, it's just how Angleterre is, please forgive him." he shook his head with a chuckle, making me gasp. "But...! But! But Francis! It's not fair at all! You would give your life on a plate to save others, especially this tea-jerk, but he just calls you a frog! It's not okay!"  I pout, clearly upset at the his mean friend's behaviour. "It's better to forgive and forget than to stay with hate in your heart. It will only hurt you, not them." he said with a wink before kissing my forehead. "Fine, whatever...But you're still not off the hook! And you're still a jerk! And if you call Francis a 'Frog' again, I'll make sure to stash a hundred frogs down your throat!" I threaten him, which made him nod, awkwardly. "Uh...Yes, France, I'm glad you're find. I will take my leave now, farewell." he nodded again before leaving. "You see? He came here because he was worried, in his own way." he smiled softly, before guiding me back to the couch to calm me down. "Mon Dieu, you sure are loud, all of you...Bonne nuit. Don't call me again." Francois shrugged, exiting the room, leaving only me and Francis there.

We went to change in our PJs and cuddled in bed, both of us afraid to let the other go after such a night.

"I was so happy to see you that I forgot to even ask if you were okay, desole, ma fleur." Francis said, caressing my face. "I'm okay, don't worry about me, honey. Francois made sure nothing happened to me." I smiled softly, kissing his hand and leaning my face on his palm. "I haven’t seen him like this in a long time. How did you convince him to help you?" he asked, making me chuckle awkwardly. "It's...A long story, but it really wasn't easy to persuade him. But you were right about him, he's like you in many ways, despite hiding it. My shirt's buttons got ruined and I couldn't cover up and he instantly gave me his shirt. And he made sure nothing bad happened to me. Without him knowing where you could be, I wouldn't have been able to find you." I breathe softly, as if afraid he'll be taken away again. "I am grateful that I have such an angel in my life. Thank you for everything, my darling. Je t'aime trop...Je t'aime plus que tout au mond. And I can't wait until I marry you and I'll see you as the most beautiful bride in this world." he confessed, kissing me tenderly, making me giggle. "And I can't wait until I finally get to call you my beautiful husband and we'll be so happy...And Francois' face as the Man of Honour...It will be priceless!" I laughed sofly, making him grin. "It will be hilarious indeed." he snorted, hugging me tight to his chest, ready to sleep. "I love you so much, Francis...Never ever ever forget that. I will stay by your side for as long as you'll have me." I whisper, returning the embrace, drowning in his warmth. "An eternity by your side sounds like the best gift anyone could receive." he replied, closing his eyes, letting the dream world take over him.

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Francois/2P!France Ending

"Okay, toots, get your fiance outta here and let's get home before more of these fuckers get here." Francois tapped his food impatiently on the ground, ready to go. "Fian-..." Francis tried to ask, but I shushed him quickly. "I'll explain when we get home, now come on." I hurried him back to the car, where the other Frenchman drove us home, where we could finally breathe. "Thank you so much for saving me, dearest. You really shouldn't have put your life in danger. I'm immortal. They couldn't kill me no matter how much they'd tried." he tried to reason, but I only shook my head. "Francis, no offense, but I really don't care. Francois...I lied to you. Not much, only this part at the beginning, but I still did, so I really have to apologise from my whole heart for misleading you. Francis, I'm sorry to you too. I claimed to be your fiance and called everyone in your contact list in hopes that they'll help me save you. Francois was the only one who wanted to help."  I told them the truth with a sigh. "Why would you say that, cherie?" Francis asked, confused. "Come on, Francis, think a bit! What managed to get to people's hearts more? 'Please, help, my best friend has been kidnapped!' or 'Please, my fiance is in danger, help me save him!'? I was desperate, I had to do something, right? You're the only person who ever cared about me and you've always been so sweet and kind with me, I couldn't let you in harm's way, so I did anything I could to save you, even if it wasn't much. I really hope you don't hate me after this, but even if you do, I'm just happy you're safe now. I never lied when I said I loved you, but this is no romantic love, but one very pure and caring, like that of siblings." I smile at him softly. "I could never be upset with you, ma belle fleur, for I feel the same. I am forever grateful of what you did and I'm really sorry that you had to go through all this just for me. I owe you the world." Francis replied, hugging me. "No, you don't. You've already given me the world being being present in my life." I chuckled, holding him tightly. "So...Everything else you said was true or a lie?" Francois asked, raising his eyebrow. "I didn't lie to you with anything, except this little detail." I smiled at him, guilty. "Then what about at the beginning. When you accepted my terms." he furrowed his brows a bit. "I didn't lie. I said I'd do anything for Francis." I declared with a side-smile. "What do you-" Francis tried to ask, but Francois cut him off. "My flat is upstairs, I want to have a little chat with Mignonette here." he muttered before taking off. "Okay. Francis, I'll see you in a bit." I wave at him, smiling, before following Francois out of the room, into his flat.

It was darker and it smelled like cigarettes, but it was pretty nonetheless. I didn't take more than 5 steps inside and I felt myself get pinned to the wall, Francois holding both of my wrists above my head with one hand, while the other was on my neck.

"You say you'll do it, but look at you, you tremble like a leaf." he got close to my face, saying in a low voice. "I said I would, I promised, now stop doing this, please, and just get it over with." I managed to whisper, looking away from him. "Is this what he'd do too? Is this why you won't ever bother trying to get away?" he asked, in a softer voice than before. "Y-Yes...I told you I didn't lie about anything else, why keep bringing it up? And I said I'd keep my promise. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't fight you off, so why try...?" I bit my, trying to stop myself from getting my eyes welled up with tears once again. "And I promise you, it's not that bad. I know you've been through a lot before and feelings are more powerful than ration...And allowing yourself to feel vulnerable once in a while isn't always damaging." he confessed, caressing my cheek. "You shouldn't be one to talk, when you don't do it yourself. You don't let your guard then while at it, instead, you let all your hate, anger and frustration get out, but...You never let happiness and love in, do you? We're the same, we just do things differently." I explained, but he only tsked in annoyance and threw me on the bed, him towering over me again, his face very close to mine. "And what the hell would you know about it?!" he growled, glaring at me. "Nothing...But maybe...Maybe I'd like to find out." I mutter, intertwining my fingers with his. "I really don't know anything. I'm 27 and all I've been doing is hate the world and everything around me, including myself, for my own misfortune and choices. I was weak, I couldn't control anything around me, when it came to my love life, because everything else was in my grasp. I'm a smart girl, I won't deny that, and I'm also fairly lucky. But not in this department." I let out a shaky breath, slowly raising my gaze to meet his. "What the hell are you on about?!" he sneered at me, his deep, violet eyes filled with despair and hurt, which made me raise up a bit and kiss his lips as soft as I could, shocking him. "Maybe...Maybe I want to see if the world is better with the right people...Not THE World...Just...MY World." he was so shocked at the gentleness with which he was being treated, that a soft blush covered his cheeks. "What was that for...? Why would someone fragile like you, who should find someone kind and gentle like Francis, want to be me, who forgot how to smile and how to live?" he asked, with an expression that showed anger at himself. "Because, maybe, we both need help from someone who understands and goes through the same...Or well, at least similar pain, don't you think?" I inquired with a hopeful smile. "And what do you propose, then, Mignonette?" he muttered, getting closer to my face. "Hello, Francois, my name is Y/N. Would you want to get to know each other better?" I extended my hand for him to shake. "Bonjour, ma cherie, Y/N, je m'appelle Francois Bonnefoy, ca va?" instead of shaking my hand, he kissed it softly and said those words in a very suave and confident voice, that gorgeous and melodic accent resonating in my ears with each vowel and consonant. "Tres charmant, Francois. That was very nice..." I muttered, using my other hand to hide my blush, but he took it in his and kissed my wrist, and teasing smirk on his face. "Did you like that, dear? Do you want me to say more?" dropping his voice by an octave, he got so close to my face, that I could feel his breath. "Your accent...Is very...Ho-...Uh, nice. Yes, nice. Uh...French. Wait, no, ignore what I've been saying-" I ranted, looking anywhere but at him, flustered at what I was saying without realising, but instead of saying anything, Francois leaned in and kissed me tenderly, making me feel more flustered, but at the same time, calmer as well. "You were saying...?"  he asked, the ghost of a smile evident on his face. "Hot." I breathed out barely above a whisper, making him chuckle. "That's what I like to hear, ma cherie~." he confessed, taking out the hair from his ponytail and helping me lean on the bed post, as he put his arms around me, holding me to his chest and kissing the top of my head. "What do you think? Is this what Francis would do?" he asked, playing with my hair. "Is it what Francois would do?" I asked, looking up at him. "...If it's you, then it is." he muttered, resting his chin on my head. "Then we're doing very well." I answered with a smiled, cuddling closer to him, feeling at peace, after such a long time.

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since it's father's day, can i request how prussia and 2p!prussia would react to finding out they'll be dads??

Prussia: Gilbert would be over the moon with joy. Whether it’s a situation in which he and his s/o will be having a child together, or if his s/o is already a parent, he would be beyond excited at the news. If it were his own child however, he would probably tear up, much as he may try to deny it later. Between raising Ludwig and Friedrich, he never honestly thought of wanting to be a father, until you had delivered the news to him. He would be floored for a few moments, but would settle almost immediately into the role, and would be only slightly nervous as you tackle this new adventure together.

2P! Prussia: Gilen would be a big old bag of disbelief. He would need you to repeat yourself a few times for it to truly click for him. He honestly probably stumbled a bit as the weight crashed in on him, too many emotions rolling over him in a jumbled mess. He’d be happy, excited, terrified, shocked, anxious- His mind is rolling over constant panic- whether he would be capable of being a good father, if the child would look up to him- and excitement, because he would be sharing another part of the narrative with you that he really wasn’t capable of before. While Gilbert is already picking out stuffed animals, Gilen would be prepping himself emotionally for the impending duties ahead.

(I’m sure there would be more to it, but I am a bit sleepy right now. Will edit later, friends! ^_^;)

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Hetalia/APH Masterlist

[last updated on 28/04/22]

Headcanons

General yandere South Italy headcanons

General yandere Spain headcanons

General yandere Russia headcanons

General yandere Japan headcanons

General yandere England headcanons

General Yandere Poland headcanons

General Yandere Luxembourg headcanons

General yandere Asea headcanons

Allies with a darling that outsmarts them

Japan falling in love with one of America’s states

Russia with a complacent darling that loves him back :)

Spain going after a witch country (that so happens to have a past with iggy)

Which 2ps would like a tomboy s/o?

Which 2ps would like a loud, goofy s/o?

Yan America, Spain, Romano and England reacting to finding their s/o that ran away years ago

Yandere allies and axis reacting to their crush’s confession to their home country

2p Romano, America, Japan and China reacting to their darling escaping after having kidnapped them

Platonic Yandere reader against Yandere Belarus! (Poor Russia)

Platonic Yandere allies headcanons

Yandere allies + axis helping their s/o out with depression and existential crisis

Axis trio + America and Russia being war enemies with their s/o

Yandere pirate Spain x mermaid reader headcanons

England, Russia and Germany with a shy s/o that apologizes a lot

Yandere Lithuania with a blind s/o who is dependent on him

Yandere nyo!Allies reacting to being trapped in a giant soap bubble with their s/o

Yandere nyo axis, Romano and baltics reacting to being trapped in a floating bubble with their s/o

Yandere Prussia, England and Germany with a darling that acts all shy— but ends up fooling them.

Yandere Japan, Germany , China and Prussia finding their darling years after they escaped

Yandere Germany, America being told off by their country darling

Yandere Canada in a queerplatonic relationship w an ace reader that is insecure about her identity

Yandere America, England, Spain, Romano reacting to finding their s/o that ran away years ago except they immediately dipped once seeing them,

Yandere Canada, America, and Russia with a sweet, but chaotic s/o

the Nyo Nordics, Nyo Spain and Nyo Korea reacting to being trapped in a floating bubble with their darling

1p/2p italies sharing an s/o

Scenarios

Witch reader breaking it off with a very power hungry and almost abusive iggy (good riddance)

South Italy and Spain sharing a darling!

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UNDERTALE’S FANFICTIONS ;

Underswap Papyrus x Neutral! Reader: Drugged~

Underswap! Sans & Female! French! Sibling: Bad habits~

Underswap! Papyrus x Neutral! Reader: Oh, alcohol, my old friend. My true love~

Fell! Sans x Neutral! Reader: A Drunky Mess~

Fell! Sans x Female! Reader: Some reasons to love you~

Burgerpants x Reader: Drabbles~ 

Undyne x Alphys: drabble 1~

Undyne x Alphys: drabble 2~

Undyne x Male! Reader: drabble 1~

Undyne x Male! Reader: drabble 2~

Toriel x Male! Reader: drabble 1~

Toriel x Male! Reader: drabble 2~

Tale! Sans x Fell! Sans: drabble~

Sans x Asgore: drabble~

Sans x Asgore: Plant growth in body~

Undyne x Female! Reader: drabble~

Sans x Older! Frisk: Drabbles~

Chara x Asriel: Drabbles~

Sans x Witch! Reader- First Part~

Mettaton x Female! Reader: Christmas Markets~

Mettaton x Female! Reader: Christmas Love Letter~

Fell! Grillby x Neutral! Reader: Drabble~

Sans x Reader: Love Letter ~

Sans x Female! Reader: Love Letter 2~

Fell! Sans x Reader: Love Letter~

Swap! Gaster & Daughter! Reader: Letter~

Gaster & Reader: Angst Drabble ~

Fell! Papyrus x Female! Reader: Love Letter~

Fem! Reader  x Red ( Fell! Sans ) -Boyfriend Scenario

Fem! Reader  x  Rus ( SF Papyrus ) -Boyfriend Scenario

Male! Reader x Red ( Fell! Sans ) - Christmas Edition -Boyfriend Scenario

 Male! Reader & Frisk: Daddy ~

Rus x Neutral! Reader:“I won’t let you get hurt.”~

Fell! Sans x Reader: Begging

Swap! Sans x Reader: Swimsuit 

Fell! Gaster x Neutral! Reader -  Love you to death

Tale! Papyrus x Neutral! Reader- A salvation named Papyrus 

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HOMESTUCK’S FANFICTIONS ;

Porrim x Female! Reader: NSFW ~

Damara x Male! Reader: NSFW~

Damara x Neutral! Reader: Drabble~

Equius x Neutral! Reader: Drabble 1~

Equius x Neutral! Reader: Drabble 2~

Feferi x Male! Reader: Drabble~

Jake English x Reader: Love Letter~

Boyfriend Scenario: Cronus x Reader

Boyfriend Scenario: Kurloz x Reader 1

Boyfriend Scenario: Kurloz x Reader  2

Boyfriend Scenarios: Kurloz x Reader 3

Boyfriend Scenario: Karkat x Reader

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CUPHEAD’S FANFICTIONS ;

Mugman x Cala Maria: Drabbles~

Cuphead x Mugman:  Sharing a milkshake ~

Cuphead & Mugman: Winter Fever~

Cuphead & Mugman: Slices of life ~

Cuphead x Kind! Devil’s Daughter! Reader: My Special Friend~

Cuphead x Reader: Acid burn ~ 

King Dice x Cuphead: Life Bet~

King Dice x Evil! Cuphead : NSFW~

Hilda x Cala Maria: Under the same sky~

Hilda Berg & Her Mother: Mommy Issues~

Hilda Berg x Reader: Feathers

Hilda Berg x Male! Reader- First time

Girlfriend Scenarios: Hilda Berg x Reader~

The Devil x King Dice: Odd Friendship ~

Beppi The Clown x Hilda: The Laughing Moon ~ 

Mr. Wheezy x Female! Reader x Mangosteen: Wait no more - NSFW~

Mr. Wheezy x Female! Reader: Want to be yours~

Mr. Wheezy x Female! Reader: I will be yours NSFW

Mr. Wheezy x Female! Reader: Wet Shirt NSFW 

The Devil x Female! Reader: My Gentle Sinner ~

The Devil x Female! Reader: The new Uniform~

The Devil & Evil! Daughter! Reader

Beppi the Clown x Trans Male Reader:  The brightest day ~

Beppi the Clown & Child! Reader - A reason to smile ~

Beppi the Clown x Female! Reader: Kids ~

Djimmi the Great! & Child! Reader - Magical Friendship ~

Cagney x Female Reader: Orchid- NSFW ~

Cagney Carnation x Female! Reader: Are you mad? ~

Cagney Carnation x Female! Reader x Cala Maria: Fireflies~

Cagney Carnation x Male! Reader: Dominant 

Cagney Carnation x Female! Reader NSFW

Boyfriend Scenario: Cagney x Reader~

Cagney x Reader- Nightmares ~  

Baroness von Bon Bon x Female! Reader: Every shape of you - NSFW~

The Devil x Neutral! Reader x King Dice: Infernal Redemption- First part ~

The Devil x Neutral! Reader x King Dice: Infernal Redemption- Second part~

The Devil x Neutral! Reader x King Dice: Infernal Redemption- Third Part~

The Devil x Neutral! Reader x King Dice: Infernal Redemption- Fourth Part~

The Devil x Neutral! Reader x King Dice: Infernal Redemption- Part Five

King Dice x Neutral! Shy! Reader: Love Letter~

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Love letter [ Part Two ] ~

King Dice & Daughter! Child! Reader  

Human! King Dice x Female! Reader - The value of feelings

King Dice x Male! Reader: Wet Shirt

King Dice x Female! Reader:Handcuff  NSFW

King Dice x Monstrous! Reader: Horror and Angst Drabble ~

King Dice x Angel! Reader: The game of redemption- First Part~

King Dice x Angel! Reader: The game of redemption- Second Part

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Seductive Fate- First Part~

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Seductive Fate- Second Part (NSFW)~

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Wicked Game- First Part~

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Wicked Game- Second Part~

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Wicked Game- Third Part~

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Wicked Game- Fourth Part~

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Wicked Game- Fifth Part~

King Dice x Neutral! Reader: Wicked Game- Sixth Part~

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MY LITTLE PONY’S FANFICTIONS ;

Rarity x Male! Reader: Ballroom Dancing~

Fluttershy x Neutral! Reader: Wedding day~

Twilight x Reader: Drabble~

Rarity x Reader: Drabble~

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SOUTH PARK’S FANFICTIONS ;

Boyfriend Scenario: Kenny x Neutral! Reader~

Kyle x Neutral! Reader: The Secret Admirer~

Kyle x Female! Reader: Arranged Marriage~

Kenny x Female! Reader: Lost Child~

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HETALIA’S FANFICTIONS ;

Chubby! Reader x Tino Vainamoinen ( APH Finland )

Fem! Reader x Lukas Bondevik  ( APH Norway )

Fem! Reader x Oliver Kirkland ( 2p England )

Francis Bonnefoy x Reader: Love Letter~

Gilbert x Reader: Love Letter~

Boyfriend Scenarios: Prussia x Reader 1

Boyfriend Scenarios: Prussia x Reader 2

Prussia x Female! Reader: Jelous~

Boyfriend Scenario: Kiku Honda x  Female! Reader (NSFW)~

DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB:

Monika x Female! Reader- The princess of the desires (first part)

Yuri x Female!Reader -  Sweet obsession

Sayori x Male! Reader - Pony ( NSFW ) 

Natsuki x Male! Reader- Sorry (NSFW ) 

Natsuki x Female! Reader- You’re strong, baby. You have to be.

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I think it’s over for now. This list will be updated some time, I just wanted to organize my stuff!

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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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What They'd Do for a First Date (2p!Axis, 2p!Allies, & 2p!Nordics)

Here are my headcanons on where I think a large chunk of the 2p!Hetalia boys would do for a first date.

2p!Italy: I can see Luciano wanting to do something fancy to impress you. Probably a tour all around the city of Milan, ending with a gondola ride throughout the city, the two of you nestled in the boat, cuddled up together.

2p!Germany: Probably a bar or clubbing. He'd want to do a bunch of shots and then go dancing, partying the night away before taking you back home to his place. Or yours. Whoever has the most sturdy bed out of you two.

2p!Japan: I cannot see him wanting to do anything huge or fancy for a first date, so I feel like Kuro would be content with taking a long walk through the woods where the two of you talk about life, future plans, etc.

2p!Romano: Disney movie marathon with a bunch of fun, Disney-themed snacks. That's it. That's all I got. I headcanon Flavio as a hardcore Disney fan.

2p!Prussia: Gillen would like to take you to a Renaissance fair. He'd ask about the two of you wearing corresponding costumes, with him as a knight and you as a princess. But, you know, no pressure. Though there's a chance he's gonna try to buy you a tiara.

2p!America: I can see Allen taking you to a skatepark. He'd take out a skateboard and show you some cool tricks before offering to teach you. He loves teaching you how to skateboard, especially since it allows him to be so physically close to you, often with his arms around you in some way or another.

2p!England: Alright, a first date with Oliver would end up being one of two things. Either you guys are gonna be making cupcakes together at his place, or you're gonna binge-watch the Great British Baking show. Or both?

2p!France: François is such a homebody. So the first date you two would have would likely be somewhere very quiet, unpopulated, and lowkey. Either a bookstore or just hanging out at his place watching a movie together and making stupid, nonsensical commentary along the way.

2p!Russia: Curiously enough, a museum. I can see Viktor as a very intelligent person, and as such, he'd like to take you to a museum about world history. Not to mention he'd potentially correct an exhibit or two along the way.

2p!China: Zao would take you to his martial arts class, eager to show you some moves, and teach you some as well. Though be warned, he can be a little impulsive and may accidentally hurt himself. Better have that first-aid kit on hand.

2p!Canada: James would be down for either a nature walk or hiking, whichever you prefer. Just understand that if you were to choose hiking, you'd definitely be scoring some points with him here. As you go along he'd point out different birds and wildlife, dropping some pretty interesting trivia along the way.

2p!Denmark: Markell will take you to a bar. He's not one for big, crowded, noisy places. So a quiet bar that people seldom ever come to would be a good choice. He'd like to talk to you face-to-face over a couple of drinks.

2p!Sweden: Ikea. I know it's a joke at this point... But I just... Come on, it's gotta be going around an Ikea together! That or, Bernard will show you his knife collection.

2p!Norway: Loki would like to take you out ice skating, especially if you hardly know how to skate in the first place. He'd like to teach you, mainly because he gets to be very close to you, and while on the ice you'll have to hang onto him.

2p!Finland: Thurston would be literally the same as his 1p! counterpart in this regard. He'll either take you to a heavy metal concert or will take you out sharpshooting. He actually is more into sharpshooting, seeing as he's not the most social of the 2p!'s.

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Hetalia Kiss Headcanons (2p!Axis)

Headcanons on how the 2p!Hetalia characters would kiss their S/O, as well as who I think would initiate your first kiss as a couple~

2p!Italy: Much like his counterpart, Luciano's kisses would definitely be passionate. The difference is that, while Feli's kisses are sweet, Luciano's would have more of an intense and possessive feel to them. In public, his kisses would be relegated to the hand and nothing else, preferring to do so as a greeting or a goodbye. Though his lips may linger for a moment or two. However, behind closed doors, his kisses are far more intense and needy. Taking hold of you and crashing his lips upon yours, making sure that nobody is watching. I'd say it's 50/50 on whether or not he's the one to initiate the first kiss. He may like to surprise you with it, but he may also want to see if you're bold enough to make the first move.

2p!Germany: Lutz is such a polar opposite to Ludwig that it's borderline laughable. Lutz is very passionate, sloppy, and even quite suggestive with his kisses. The man is certainly no stranger to using his tongue and letting his hands roam a little in the heat of the moment (If behind closed doors, you may wanna make sure you're near a bed or couch. IYKYK). While he won't get too heated in public, he certainly has no qualms about kissing you around other people, sometimes regardless of how you feel. He kinda likes to show you off. Because of his bold nature when it comes to affection, he would definitely be the one initiating that first kiss.

2p!Japan: When it comes to affection, Kuro is sort of a combination of Lutz and Luciano. While he's definitely more dominant and acts more suggestively towards you than his 1p! counterpart, he won't be at all affectionate in public. He'd be more cold and distant than anything, wanting to maintain appearances. But when alone, after making sure all the doors are locked and the curtains drawn, do his true colors start to show. His kisses are aggressive, dominant, and highly suggestive. Because of this, he'd be the one initiating your first kiss. And frankly? I'm not sure he'd leave you with any other option (I low-key headcanon him as a yandere).

2p!Prussia: Being the opposite of his younger brother, Gilen tends to be much, much more conservative with affection. Kisses are only reserved for his private quarters. He won't be cold to you in public, but he'll refrain from much affection. The only kiss he'll give in public is a quick goodbye kiss when he rides out with his knights on a crusade or quest. When away from prying eyes, his kisses are soft, chaste, and full of reverence. Making you feel respected, treasured, and safe. Given how religious Gilen is, I feel like the two of you wouldn't officially kiss until your wedding day. So I guess it would be both of you initiating that first kiss.

2p!Romano: Flavio is actually pretty similar to Feliciano, in that he is very sweet and passionate with his kisses. To him, it doesn't matter whether you're in public or not, he'll swoop on in, spin you around, and plant a kiss on your lips whenever the mood strikes him. He'd also give you cheek kisses throughout the day. He'd probably be the one to initiate a first kiss, kissing you without thinking. Only afterward would he pause and ask if you were okay with it. The dude is just a wee bit impulsive. Not by much, but it's there.

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Hetalia PDA Headcanons (2p!Axis)

Headcanons about how the 2p!Hetalia characters would feel about PDA with their S/O.

2p!Italy: Luciano may not be as loud and expressive as Feli, but he still isn't afraid to show the world that you're his. He'll give you kisses on the hand as a greeting and farewell. He'll also have an arm around your waist as you walk through town, keeping you close. These gestures are the norm for him, except for moments when you attract the attention of other men. Jealous, Luciano decides to be a bit more bold when this happens to send a message. He'll use one arm to grab you tightly by the waist and pull you forward into his chest, landing a passionate kiss on your lips, his other hand in his pocket, gripping a knife (just in case). Afterward, he'd turn to the man and smirk, as if to say, "This one's mine!"

2p!Germany: Lutz loves PDA. He loves kissing you in public, holding you tightly around your waist, his hands maybe deciding to grope your behind. He also likes to smack your behind once in a while, laughing when he hears your little squeak of surprise. While he's always gonna want the option of kissing you in public, regardless of how you feel about it, he may be a little more open to the conversation of whether or not you're comfortable with him getting handsy in public. When you are sitting down, Lutz pulls you into his lap, holding you against his chest as he rests his head on your shoulder.

2p!Japan: Kuro tends to be far more reserved about affection in public, even more so than Kiku. The most he'd do is offer you his arm, allowing you two to be linked together in public. This is primarily so you don't get lost. But another reason is that this is his way of showing you off to the public, including friends and family. He low-key considers finding a person like you to be an accomplishment, and he wants people to see the high-quality partner he's acquired.

2p!Prussia: PDA? What's that? Gillen doesn't know of such a thing. Okay, that's a lie. But Gillen is definitely one of the most reserved when it comes to PDA, especially being as religious as he is. The most you'll get in public in terms of kissing is a quick goodbye kiss when he's about to ride out on another mission with his Teutonic Knights. But every now and again, when the two of you are out, he'll gently hold your hand, covering it with his cape to not draw too much attention. Or perhaps just letting his hand brush lightly against yours. The most affection you'll get from this man is in private.

2p!Romano: Flavio's PDA can be pretty unique in that, as a fashion designer, he likes to dress you up in his newly designed outfits and show you off around town. The two of you will stroll through town, arm in arm as he shows you off to others. You'll receive kisses on the cheek and an arm around your waist, pulling you close. I can also see him wanting to dance with you in public, just as long as he doesn't get the clothes dirty. And he's similar to his younger brother if, should another man try to steal you away from him, he'll dramatically pull you into a deep kiss and loving embrace. All before smiling cheerfully at the man and explaining that you're taken.

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When They See Their S/O Crying (2p!Axis)

Headcanons for how I think the 2p!Hetalia characters would act if they walked in on their S/O crying.

2p!Italy: Luciano isn't the best at dealing with people when they cry. His first instinct is to tell someone to, "just calm down!" He finds it annoying, which is something he'd have to work on when in a relationship. So when he sees your tears he has to pause for a moment to think of an appropriate response. He'd walk forward with a tissue and use that to wipe the tears away. He'll ask you what's wrong, and if you can't answer, he'll sigh and hold you in his arms, rubbing a hand up and down your back. He's trying. And if he finds the one who made you cry, they're as good as dead.

2p!Germany: Almost the opposite of Luciano. When Lutz sees you cry, he immediately grabs a hold of you, hugging you so tightly that you think you'll pop. He'll cuddle up with you on the couch with you laying on his chest, running his fingers through your hair, with the other hand resting on the small of your back. You'll lay like this for a while, him letting you cry it out into his shirt until you're ready to talk. Also, chances are he's not letting you go for a long time after the two of you start cuddling, so you better get comfortable.

2p!Japan: You think Luciano is quick to resort to violence when he sees his beloved cry? Wait until Kuro sees your tears. He'll walk forward and take your face in his hands, demanding to know who put you in this state. If you tell him right then and there, he'll whip out his katana and head out the door, telling you, "I'll be back." If not, he'll be a little more demanding, insisting to know who it was. But if you're crying hard enough, he'll instead make you some tea and allow you to rest on his shoulder. However, as soon as you're in a place where you can tell him what happened, he's walking out the front door with the katana, and won't come back until late that night.

2p!Prussia: Despite fighting as a Teutonic Knight, Gillen is a fairly gentle person at heart, so seeing you crying hurts him just as much as it does you. He'll tenderly hold your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumb, and asking you, "Liebe, what happened?" In the softest voice you've ever heard. If you cannot answer him, he'll hold you close and shush your cries, whispering comforting words into your ear in German. After all is said and done, and you're done talking it out, he'll recommend the two of you take a walk together to get your mind off of things, holding your hand the entire time.

2p!Romano: Flavio will be someone to quickly direct you to the couch and sit down beside you, arm around your shoulders as he lets you cry it out. He'd give you little kisses on the side of the head as you sob into his shoulder, holding your hand tight. When you get yourself together he'd go and prepare some coffee for you two (or cocoa if that's what you prefer) and will take the time to sit down and talk through the issue.

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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 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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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 1

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.

A light breeze passed through the sky, causing the trees above to rustle, their leaves singing the melodious tune of spring. The sky above was painted a clear, baby blue, with hardly a cloud to be seen. Something about the air in Eastern Europe felt different. While the maiden couldn't quite describe it, she loved it all the same. Down below, a young maiden held a bag of seeds, taking small handfuls and tossing them along the ground. The tune of nature was casually interrupted by chickens pecking at the dirt and idly wandering around the maiden's skirt.

Smiling contentedly, the maiden hummed to herself as she fulfilled her daily chores. After feeding the now-clucking chickens, the maiden returned inside and set her bag on the table, ready to repeat the same chore the next day. As well as the many others that occupied her time. She didn't mind it, though. After all, what was the point of being awake if you weren't doing anything? Idleness was for the weak. And she, (y/n) (l/n), was anything but.

She gazed around the room and saw her father at the table, reading the family bible, practically eyeball-deep in study. Her father, a self-proclaimed student of religion, could often be found spending his spare time studying the text, occasionally bringing his daughter in for conversation. Smiling, (y/n) walked up to him.

"Hello, Father," she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing tight. Her father laughed in response and rested his hand on her forearm.

"Why hello, my little girl. Tell me, did you finish all your chores already?" He smirked up at her after she let go.

"Indeed I did. Say, which book are you in now?" She asked, peering over his shoulder to gaze at the old, weathered pages.

"The book of Matthew," He said promptly, looking back at the book.

"What part?" (y/n) asked.

"The part where the Lord is cleansing the temple. Serves the merchants right, if you'd ask me!" He scoffed before turning back to his daughter. "Say, how about you take a seat. I would love to tell you about something I noticed within the text earlier today."

His daughter shook her head, smiling. "Sorry, but I can't. I promised my friend Adeline we would head out into the forest for berry-picking today."

"I see," he nodded. "Well, it is already quite late in the afternoon, and I would hate for you to miss it."

(y/n) leaned down and gave her father a kiss on the head. "Do not worry, father. I should be back in plenty of time for you to tell me about what you found. I look forward to it."

After saying their goodbyes, she grabbed her handwoven basket and left out the front door before walking down the dirt pathways of her little village. While she enjoyed spending time with her friends, she loved time with her father even more. After her mother passed a year prior, her father remained her companion through the seasons. As such, she inherited much from him, including his love of study and analyzing every last bit of text to the finest, most minute detail. Biblical stories and doctrine took on a whole new meaning when you took the time to analyze the context, though this wasn't always looked kindly upon. If anything, it was more accepted to go with whatever interpretation the church gave you. But that would never stop people like (y/n) and her father from thinking for themselves. There is, of course, truth in ancient texts, but it takes a discerning eye to unravel the complexities that lie beneath.

While lost in thought, she nearly missed the young woman standing by her front door, waving her down. Her long blonde hair bounced around as she waved frantically, calling out (y/n)'s name.

"Oh, hello Adeline," (y/n) stopped and smiled, allowing the blonde a moment to snatch up her own basket and bound toward her friend.

"Hello, (y/n). You seemed lost in thought there for a moment," She commented, playfully linking her free arm with (y/n)'s.

"A little," she admitted as the two walked along. "How has your day been?"

Adeline rolled her eyes and let out a deep, exasperated sigh. "Boring. Nothing more than cleaning laundry and mending. I am surprised that I even have time for this."

(y/n) chuckled. "Well, seeing as we do have time for this, let us make the most of it!"

"Agreed!" Adeline gave a small cheer in response, swinging her basket through the air.

The two young women had been friends for years. For (y/n), it was hard to imagine a life without Adeline's relentless joy and optimism. When times were hard, (y/n) knew she could rely on her upbeat personality and outlook on life to bolster her spirits. As the two walked along they soon made it to the outskirts of town before being greeted by two knights sitting on their horses, keeping guard. The Teutonic Knights.

The Teutonic Knights were monastic warrior monks clad in white with black crosses on their chests and cloaks. Knights were sent there by both the Pope and the current Holy Roman Emperor for the sake of spreading Christianity, as well as to expand the Germanic kingdoms, though that second reason was not as often talked about. The area in which (y/n) and her friends and family now lived used to be pagan territory before the knights came through years ago and pushed them back, claiming it for Christian families and settlers. Her own family settled in the area in hopes of starting a new life, as well as many other families looking for another place to call home. The knights in the area where she lived typically found themselves guarding the new locals rather than going out to conquer. That was left to the knights even further up north.

As (y/n) and Adeline approached the knights, one of them stopped the two maidens.

"Halt. Tell me, where are you going this fine afternoon?" He announced.

"Berry-picking," Adeline answered. "Would you care to join us?" She smiled cheekily, earning an eye-roll from (y/n), remembering that, while Adeline was an absolute sweetheart, she was also a relentless flirt.

"Funny, but no," the knight chuckled in response. Adeline and the knight proceeded to have a small back-and-forth, leading to (y/n) beginning to ignore them.

As she tuned out their idle chatter, her attention turned to the other knight beside him. A quiet, stoic man who, unlike his companion, wore his hood up and over his head, partially obscuring his face. However, the shade from the hood could not disguise the sharp, ice-blue eyes that seemed to glow in the shadows. He appeared bored with his job, staring listlessly at the surrounding trees just outside the village. After a few moments, the knight turned to look at (y/n), feeling her eyes on him. In any other instance, she would quickly look away. But she couldn't. Those eyes were mesmerizing as if piercing straight through her. Only after he furrowed his brows, giving her a confused look, did she have enough sense to look away, feeling her face going red.

After looking away, her friend Adeline said her goodbyes to the other knight and pulled (y/n) along into the forest. As they walked along, Adeline rambled on about the knight she was just speaking to.

"You know what? I am starting to think that knight likes me." She giggled.

"Adeline," (y/n) shook her head, "you would do best to avoid flirting with them. You do remember that the knights take a vow of celibacy when they join the Teutonic Order, right?"

"Well yes, of course I do!" She stated as the two maidens stooped down upon finding a bush full of berries ready for picking. "That won't stop my imagination, however." She gave a sly wink to (y/n), who could only respond with a cross between laughter and another eye-roll.

As the two girls went to pick, the air was filled with casual chatter and conversation. Speaking of all manner of things. Life, the weather, hobbies, chores, stories, and so on. It was only near the end when the sun began to set and the girls picked themselves up off the ground, now having full baskets, that the conversation took an interesting turn.

"Say, (y/n)," Adeline began as she linked her arm with her friend, beginning their short trek back home. "Have you thought about marriage yet?"

"Is that a proposal?" (y/n) joked, laughing when Adeline rolled her eyes in response, stifling a small giggle.

"You know what I mean, (y/n). I am asking if you have given any thought as to when you want to get married? Or to whom? We aren't getting any younger, you know."

(y/n) sighed. "I'm not sure, Adeline. I have mostly been focusing on taking care of things at home and making sure my father's taken care of. Ever since my mother passed, it's been on me to keep the household running, more or less."

Adeline nodded, taking in her response. "That's fair. Though I will say, I saw you looking at that knight earlier. Care to tell me what that was about?" She smiled, nudging (y/n) in the side.

"Adeline!"

"Kidding, I'm kidding! Calm down, (y/n)." Adeline attempted to laugh off her teasing, only for (y/n) to shrug.

"He just seemed interesting. He seemed far more quiet and withdrawn than the other knights we've seen," (y/n) admitted. Not to mention those eyes, she thought to herself.

As if right on cue, the maidens approached the knights standing at the edge of the village. The more talkative knight greeted the two with a small nod. Meanwhile, the other one, still with his hood up, watched the two maidens walk past with veiled interest. For a split second (y/n) glanced in his direction, only to quickly look away, earning a suggestive smirk from Adeline as she nudged her friend.

"Oh yes, very interesting," she whispered. (y/n) only laughed and shook her head. After reaching Adeline's home, (y/n) bid her friend farewell.

"We will do this tomorrow, yes?" (y/n) asked.

"Always," Adeline assured her.

After giving their farewells, (y/n) made her way back home, the sky now painted with vibrant reds and firey orange. After entering in through the front gate and door, she found her father asleep at the dining table, his head resting on the family bible. Smiling to herself, (y/n) walked forward and gently took the bible out from under his head, lest he potentially drool on it (again). After gently placing a small pillow under her father's head and giving him a kiss goodnight, she surveys the room around her after placing the bible to the side.

I suppose scripture study will have to wait for tomorrow. As for now, I might as well get to bed. Yawning, she went to her small room and dressed in her nightgown before slipping under the blankets.

She slept soundly, blissfully unaware of the vicious dangers that lay in wait once the sun went down.

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As We Ponder Belief

(2p!Prussia x Reader) - Chapter 17

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 world around them was filled with thick, green forests and wide, grassy fields as they traversed from town to town. It had been several hours since they had left the fortress, and the early summer sun hung high in the sky. While the consistent sound of the horse's hooves hitting the dirt and the cries of birds filled the air, all Gillen could hear was his inner monologue.

This is for the best, right? Of course, it is. But even so, should we not have told (y/n) about me heading out with the knights? She sounded so shocked, even upset. I couldn't even bring myself to look at her! And now I may no longer see her again. I tried being distant the last couple of weeks to not arouse any suspicion from my brother or the captain, but clearly, that didn't work. What must she be thinking now? What is going through her head? Does she hate me? Surely she must, after the way I've treated her as of late.

Gillen gripped the reins on his horse, his head hanging downward. How could I have allowed her to consume me so? (y/n), how are you doing as of late?

"Gillen, a word, if you will?"

The voice of Captain Nikolaus pulled Gillen out of his thoughts and back into reality. He saw the captain at the front of the group nod to a knight beside him. Catching the hint, the knight fell back, allowing Gillen to move forward to ride alongside the captain.

"Yes, captain?" Gillen felt uneasy given how quickly his thoughts had been shattered.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, keeping his eyes trained forward.

"Alright, I suppose," Gillen droned. Glancing at the captain he took notice of a small, pocket-sized bible sitting at his waist, attached to his belt.

"Not thinking of Miss (l/n)?" He asked.

Gillen could feel himself choke a little on the air as he heard some of the knights behind them snicker. Laughter that was quickly silenced by a stern glare from the captain. The man turned his attention back to the road ahead.

"You do understand why it has to be this way, correct?"

"Yes, I understand." Gillen hung his head.

"Gillen, I know we have already had this conversation before, but there's more to it. Yes, I wanted her to leave so that you may keep true to your vows, as was the concern from your brother and me. But I wanted her to leave while you were gone so it wouldn't be as painful for you. Or her."

Gillen looked up at his captain, unaware of this particular motive. "What makes you say that?" He asked.

"It is because I care, Sir Gillen. I could see that the two of you getting attached to one another. And I worried that if she were to leave while you were there, it may be too painful for you to watch her go. And vice versa. That is why I switched out Gilbert for you on this mission. And why I made sure Gilbert said nothing about her being sent off until we were already gone."

Gillen mulled over his answer for a time before responding. "While I understand your reasoning, it still feels wrong to me that we didn't keep her informed. I feel as if I lied to her. Thou shalt not bear false witness."

"You fear you disobeyed one of the Lord's commandments? Well, fret not, my boy. Sometimes it is necessary. The Lord will forgive."

"But will He be so forgiving if we sin knowingly?" Gillen asked back.

The captain finally looked at Gillen, but with a sharp glare instead of his signature warmth and kindness. He gulped. Where on Earth did that come from? He had to stifle a chuckle when he realized where, or rather who, that attitude stemmed from. (y/n).

"That is not for you to determine," Nikolaus sternly told him.

And is that for you to determine? This is what Gillen wanted to shoot back with, but he decided to keep his tongue in check. He only turned his head onto the road and kept on riding. As they went along in silence for a few more minutes, a question came into Gillen's mind.

"Say, Captain Nikolaus, may I ask you something?"

"What is it?" He still sounded irritated from Gillen's comment earlier.

Gillen shifted uncomfortably in his seat before asking "Do you believe love is a weakness?"

The captain took a moment to mull over the question before answering. "No, not necessarily. Love can be a wonderful and powerful thing. It can inspire someone to do good, to look out for others, and to take care of them. I assume you are again referring to Miss (l/n)?"

Gillen went pink in the face, but this time did not avert his gaze. Nikolaus, seeming pleased with his assumption, continued.

"I have no doubt that Miss (l/n) will make a fine wife and mother one day. She is a good, strong woman. A kind and virtuous one, too. The kind of woman men dream of marrying. But she cannot be yours. Besides," The captain looked to Gillen with a grin. "You need not trouble yourself with the love of a woman when you have us. Your brothers in the order. As the Lord taught, 'it is not good that man should be alone.' No matter what, you will always have us."

Gillen nodded along. "I... Suppose so."

"And besides, while she may be an ideal woman, she is simply just that. A mere woman."

Something about that statement didn't sit right with Gillen, causing him to whip his head around to the captain. "I'm sorry? But what exactly do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that, no matter how hard she tries, she will never be up to the same level as us men. You remember the creation of Eve, yes? How she was created out of Adam's rib?"

"Yes?"

"And why do you think that is?"

"To be honest, I've never really thought of it."

"Well, I will tell you the reason why. It is because, despite how wonderful they can be, women are inherently less than men. Always have been. We are bigger, stronger, more powerful... It's just what the Lord intended."

Gillen chose not to respond, but his captain's words disturbed him so. Something about that didn't feel right to him. As they rode along, he took one more look at the pocket bible dangling at the man's waist.

Surely that cannot be the true context. Something feels wrong here.

(y/n) spent the next morning idly wandering around the fortress. As she had no personal belongings, she had no need to pack, giving her time to walk the halls and reminisce on the past few months. She gently ran her hands over the fabric of her crimson-red dress. This was the only part of the uniform she was wearing now, omitting the headcovering and apron. The one Gillen got for her as part of her new nurse uniform. She was ashamed to admit it, but she spent the better part of the night before clinging onto the fabric and sobbing. It seemed as though, just as she was rebuilding her life after enduring the horrific tragedy of losing all she ever knew, it was happening all over again.

But there was something about this pain that, in its own way, made it worse. Unlike her father and Adeline, she would technically still be able to see Gillen and the others. But she wouldn't be allowed to. She would have to live her life away from them, away from Gillen, knowing that they were still alive and likely moving on without her. That Gillen was moving on without her.

Just the very thought of him caused her heart to ache. She'd never felt this kind of pain or yearning for anyone else before. As she agonized over what her future would bring, she realized that she could no longer deny it.

She loved him. She cared for him. Deeply. Profoundly. As she wandered to the edge of the fortress by the gate, she leaned against the brick wall, her body feeling weak with emotion.

Just my luck. I fall in love for the first time, and with whom? A Teutonic Knight who made a vow of celibacy. Someone who, even if he wanted, cannot love me back. I am so pathetic.

As she leaned there, she looked back at the courtyard to see young Albrecht walking towards her.

"I heard the news," He said, his kindly eyes slightly watery. "Is it true? You are leaving us?"

She forced a small smile. "Yes, I am."

"But, who is going to care for the other knights when they get back? Who is going to help me with my bandages? I mean, I suppose I can take care of myself, but even so. Other knights will be needing your help," His voice cracked with emotion.

"I know, they probably will. But whether I like it or not, this is not my choice to make." However much I wish it was. (y/n) walked forward to Albrecht, giving him one last genuine smile. "I really am going to miss you. All of you."

Unable to hold back his emotions, young Albrecht dashed forward and enveloped (y/n) in a hug. The first warm embrace she's known ever since her home and loved ones were burned away months ago. Vows kept the knights from too much physical contact, but to Albrecht, at this moment, that didn't seem to matter. (y/n) returned the hug, holding the boy tightly while being careful not to put pressure on his right shoulder.

"That's enough," Called Gilbert from outside the gate, breaking up the moment. "We need to get moving. It's just after daybreak."

After pulling apart, (y/n) patted Albrecht on the head. "Farewell, Sir Albrecht."

He grinned up at her through crying eyes. "Take care, Miss (l/n)."

After bidding one another farewell, (y/n) turned to Gilbert who stood by the gates with another three knights who were all on their own horse. Gilbert, with his own chestnut-brown steed, offered (y/n) a hand. As she took it, he picked her up and set her on the horse before taking a seat before her and taking the reins. As they began to ride off, (y/n) looked over her shoulder at Malbork Fortress as the gate began to close. She could hardly pull her eyes away as the red brick building faded into the distance as she and the knights went into the tree line.

After the fortress was out of sight, she turned forward and held onto Gilbert, her head resting on his back as she began to cry. Tears rolled down her face and landed on his pristine, white cape.

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