#gillen beilschmidt

[lady0ctavia]

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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As always, let me know what you think!

[bellaloward]

💙 "What can I do to make it better?"

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F/O list:

Romantic:

➼ 🌼 Flowey

➼ 🃏 Rouxls Kaard

➼ 💙 Howard Hamlin

➼ 🦖 Diego Brando

➼ 🧛🏻‍♀️ Dio Brando

➼ 🤖 Robotus Alpha-Beta

➼ ⚙️ Reagan Ridley

➼ 🕸️ Roland Edelstein

➼ ☕️ Arthur Kirkland

➼ 🍔 Alfred F Jones

➼ 🧁 Oliver Kirkland

➼ 🧨 Allen F Jones

➼ 🎸 Eddie Munson

➼ 🍅 Lovino Vargas

➼ 🍷 Francis Bonnefoy

Platonic:

➼ 👻 Gillen Beilschmidt

➼ 🧪 Andre Lee

Familial:

➼ 🌸 Lucy Steel

> Found Family:

➼ Bucciarati's gang

➼ TF2 mercs

➼ 2p!Hetalia

➼ Inside Job gang

QPP:

➼ 🛎️ Lalo Salamanca

➼ 🏝️ Vaas Montenegro

➼ 🥃 Nacho Varga

➼ 🛠️ Rand Ridley

➼ 🎤 Mettaton

[lady0ctavia]

Gillen and Gilbert be like ⬆️

Live. Laugh. Longsword.

[ask-2p-hetaliaaa]

How is 2p Prussia’s and 2p Germany’s relationship?

Normal sibling shenanigans! Lutz is a little bit airheaded so his personality doesn't always clash well with Gillen's, but they love each other and know they mean well. They may bully each other sometimes, but they'd hurt anyone else who does it LOL

[fireandiceland]

moodboard for 2p Prussia in the fic I finished since I made my last moodboard (again heavily inspired by @ask-2p-hetaliaaa 's art/characterisation)

he's not that shy, it's just when he's around his crush!

[hetawrite]

Cuddling headcanons for 2p!Prussia, 2p!Germany, 2p!England, and 2p!Romano, please?

2p!Prussia: Klaus Beilschmidt

Never does the boy just cuddle. He has to always have his mind preoccupied at all times. Having it wonder can often lead to him disassocating or overthinking.

Giving or recieving a massage? He will be putty in your hands. Movie marathon? You can criticise it after. Gaming? Please place your minecraft bed next to his!

But it will always end up with you as the baby spoon, even though he soooo loves that position. It's just that he has a habit of chicken winging every situation. His elbows will he out, moving about constantly. He's a fidgetter and gets self-conscious and worried that if he's being cuddled, you'll get annoyed with his fidgeting. If he's big spoon he barely disturbs you!

2p!Germany: Lutz Beilschmidt

it's always naptime.

You got a break between class? Get in his arms. Just eaten lunch? Arms now. Watching television? You better be snuggling!

This boy doesn't get cold, but also never gets warm. He's always neutral with his warmth and just loves how toasty you get in his arms. He wants to wrap his arms around you, use his bicep as a pillow, and use his free hand to grab your thigh or belly.

He wants as much surface area touching at all times. I hope you don’t mind clingy, because that's what he's like the moment you’re home, waiting for you to sit or lie down anywhere just so he can pull you in.

But it will always lead to one of two things: an actual satisfying nap, or sexy times.

2p!England: Oliver Kirkland

Surprisingly, cuddling while lying down isn't that common with this guy.

Oliver is touchy-feely, loves to express himself through acts of love, but cuddlingdoesn’t happen on the sofa, and very rarely in bed. He's not touch starved, unlike many personification.

He can give long intimate hugs, pulling you in tight and burying his face. It feels like being away from someone for so long and thinking you’d never see them again. Oddly heart reaching.

The occasions he does cuddle, it's when initiated by his partner. He's not exactly a prude, but couple-y act aren't generally initiated by him in private. He wants to do all the tropes for dates and such, but he doesn't feel the need for it at home. Which is odd. He doesn't have a high sex drive, so he's not normally even trying to push things in that direction like many Second Players do. Or even the First Players for that matter...

At bedtime, Oliver gets very warm. He's the type of person that needs the window open, and after sharing the bed with Allen or James when they came knocking from a nightmare when they were younger, he always dislikes warm sticky bodies on him. The boys would have wound themselves up over their nightmares and be extra sweaty for him... Poor guys.

So he likes to hug, and sometimes cuddle, but he never iniatates them. Very odd...

2p!South Italy: Flavio Vargas

Yes, why not? It gives him time to pamper you. You can sit in his lap and he’ll paint your nails for you. It also helps him to stop you from ruining them. Can't go and waste his efforts when he can easily grab your hand and restrict you.

Surprisingly touch starved.

He likes being ear you. He is connected at the hip. He can go days without you by his side, yes, he can do work and focus down on it, but the moment the doors are closed or you’re in the comfort of his or your house, he wants to be near you, breathing in your scent.

It probably has something to do with how shitty his Grandpa Rome treated him and how he's starved for affection and someone's - anyones - love.

He doesn’t want to sleep though. He has a very specific amount he sleeps and any more than that and he feel exhausted the next day. And when sleeping in bed, he likes to sleep just like a vampire with his eye mask on before waking up like Princess Anna from Frozen.

He just wants to chat with you, discuss things, making plans out loud even if he's just talking to himself. And sometimes, just sitting in your presence in silence with the television as background noise is the most comforting thing for him. It's reassuring.

It takes Flavio the longest time to get comfortable with someone, let alone date them, so this behaviour is reserved for just his partner. And remembering the fact it's all a very vigorous and high standerd process, Flvaio vey rarely ends up with someone in his arms.

[asktheitalianempire]

Not really. He knew he didn’t have much time (everyone knew) and he only wanted the best for the person he loved.

[im-still-not-dead]

My 2p and 1p Prussia interps

Who still low-key need tuning

[ask-useless-german]

Gilen B 4!

I’m for some reason really satisfied with this one.

It’s the “Are you shitting me Lutz?” face 

[kreuzzfeuer]

Holy crap, this is finally done! This took me hours to finish! Especially all the metal parts, but it was really fun. Anyway, here’s a decent reference of Gillen. I drew him in historic clothing, because I felt like it, but actually it doesn’t fit, since I headcanon him getting that metal arm after WW2. But these clothes are just Gillen aesthetic™. Plus swords. 

[lady0ctavia]

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!

[ask-2p-hetaliaaa]

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS

I’m crying what have I done

[ask-2p-hetaliaaa]

Who lives on memes out of the 2p gang

Transparent version, show me your creations

[fireandiceland]

5 times Roland tries to ask Gillen out on a date + 1 time he actually does

I've been working on this for a few months and finished it right in time for @welovefrukmerunning's 2ptalia week :) since it doesn't fit the prompts... Free Day it is!

The characterisation and appearance of the characters is based on @ask-2p-hetaliaaa.

Characters: 2p Austria (Roland Edelstein) & 2p Prussia (Gillen Beilschmidt)

Content warning: This is a crack fic and deliberately bad. It's supposed to be entertaining and light-hearted, so don’t take it too seriously. Enjoy the ride and remember that there’s a little treat waiting at the end! <3

Summary: Exactly what the title says.

Roland wants to confess his undying love to his best friend Gillen (or at least ask him out on a date), but the universe seems to work against his plans. Gillen really likes Roland, the coolest guy of the school (or maybe the coolest guy around in an empty classroom), but doesn't know how to approach him and hopes he will maybe like him too and make a move.

Will faith ever get these two together?

Word count: ~11.3k (6 chapters)

Read on AO3

[hetawrite]

Hello again! Sorry I make you work so much :( Can I request some fluff with 2p Prussia? LIKE when he understands that he can trust his s/o I need my baby ;v;

No problem, it just takes me a while to have free time and write it. Does Minecraft count as fluff? Minecraft counts as fluff. Thank you for the ask.

Sitting on the floor wasn’t the best place to sit. The bed was nearby. But he didn’t want to get up. A humid rain brought you insider, and it’s what put you in Gillen’s lap. You had been playing Minecraft for what felt like hours, building up a farm. He could feel his head bobbing back onto the bed. He hadn’t slept since yesterday night. His head is extremely heavy, eyelids barely open. He can’t fall asleep. You nuzzled your head back into him, sighing before giving a cat-like stretch. You accidentally throw your hair into his face, and he takes a deep breath. How could he feel calm while his heart ached? He was torn. You smelt so good. So warm and calming. Like a long-forgotten smell from your childhood. An old blanket. You pouted the first time he told you that, but Gillen just intertwined your fingers. He begins to softly breathe, laying his head back on the bed. He could rest his eyes.

“Gil?” You nudge him. He peels his eyes open, his sight bleary. He could hear the Minecraft music softly playing and the bright screen lighting up the room. You had turned to face him, hand gentle pushing his shoulder. He looks you over. You looked concerned, but soft. Smiling gently, both of you tilt your heads. You give a small laugh before Gillen reaches forward and wraps his arms around you. He pulls you in and nestles his nose against your neck. You release a deep breath as you relax into his arms and comb your fingers through his hair. He begins to speak with a croaky voice.

“Are you finished playing?” You feel his throat vibrate against your ear so you give his neck a chaste kiss before leaning back, blindly searching for the remote. You shut down the console before going back into his arms. He sighs contently and closes his eyes. Maybe he could sleep with you.

[ask-2p-hetaliaaa]

GILLENNNNBBBBBNNNNNNNN YEASSSS I LOVE HIM!!! THANK YOU HEHEH

✏️ with any of my ask-2p-hetaliaaa characters 🥺

//@ask-2p-hetaliaaa

I hope I don't get shit for the cross, I don't want 2015 flashbacks