Prussia x Reader

Title: Demons; Chapter Five

[A/N: In case you were wondering, Gilbert sacrificed his chanced of being reincarnated in order to save his friends, which have been reincarnated as the First Players, your friends.]

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"There are a lot of humans here."

_____ chewed on her lower lip, turning to look up at him with wide eyes. His expression was blank, blood red eyes narrowed and his messy snow-white hair shadowing half of his face; he had his hands stuffed in the pockets of the jeans (Antonio's jeans) she managed to find in one of her drawer and a simple white t-shirt and _____ swore…

She swore she had a small heart attack every time she snuck a glance his way.

"I'm… I'm sorry," she whispered, crinkling her nose and pursing her lips.

Gilbert turned towards her, raising an eyebrow and blinking ("I don't have to blink; it's just instinct. Kinda like breathing." "Like a vampire?" "Vampires are nothing like in your picture box.") at her apology. He's spent approximately a month and a half and his stiff demon-jerkiness were close to gone and sometimes _____ had a hard time remembering that he wasn't human and that the veins under his pale skin were frozen and his lips would probably freeze her if they ever got anywhere close to her mortal flesh.

And it hurt, _____ admitted, because she's always been easy to fall for a guy and with Gilbert it was no different.

"Why're you apologizing Frau?"

She opened her mouth and closed it, choosing to shrug a shoulder and hide the bottom half of her face under her scarf.

They were walking around the mall, trying to find some clothes Gilbert could wear for his outing with Antonio and Francis to the bar. _____ could picture Gilbert pulling off a leather jacket over the clothes he was wearing right then; but she honestly believed that, if Gilbert was alive and part of her world, he'd wear tighter jeans than the loose ones he had to wear loosely hugging his hips and threatening to slide down if he didn't pay close attention.

She hadn't thought about the mall being a little over-packed with teenagers finding things to do and other young adults strolling around getting some shopping or other done.

Someone bumped into _____ and she stumbled into a crowd and, affectively, was separated from Gilbert.

She felt a sense of panic begin to overtake her and she jerkily began to shove herself through the mass of people, her eyes wide and searching for his lean form, towering over everyone. _____'s not out of the sea of people until someone snatched her hand and pulled her out; she swallows a gasp and looks up as Gilbert pulls her closer to him, his brow furrowed and his lips in a deep frown.

"I should smite them," he muttered.

"No smiting," she breathed out, pulling away from him if only because she didn't think she could handle being too close to him.

Gathering her composure, she began to lead the way towards a store. Of course, naturally, Gilbert unravels her from her very core when he slips his surprisingly warm hand into hers, interlaced fingers and all. She gulps and looks up at him with wide doe eyes, and he stares back with a smug smirk. He can hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

_____ figured that she was a very troubled individual to be harboring such intimate feelings for a demon. And she figured that Gilbert probably knew about how she felt, if things were as she'd watch and read before, he could probably smell it on her. Though, that did sound a bit odd so maybe that was also a false interpretation humans had.

She also thought that, perhaps, if he continued to hold her hand, she'd get faint.

Not that _____ minded, anyway. She exhaled, slowly, and gripped his hand tighter, walking into a store and leading him into the men's section.

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Gilbert looked ten kinds of amazing in a leather jacket.

The first thing that pops into _____'s mind when he came out of the fitting room was the bad boy archetype. The skinny jeans, the t-shirt, the leather jacket and the boots—he fit it perfectly and it didn't help that he had messy hair and narrowed crimson eyes that made him look as if he were permanently scowling at the world.

That, and he made her heart do weird things.

But _____ figured that was an entirely different thing, altogether.

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"That was exhausting," she said as she crumbled onto the couch.

Gilbert placed the bag with his new outfit on the ground and went to sit next to her. "I tell I could just teleport us here, but nooo." _____ snorts, leaning her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, letting her frazzled nerves calm down now that they were back in the sanctuary—and quietness—of their apartment. Not a second later did she internally snort at herself for using the term 'their' rather than 'her'. Gilbert's stay wasn't permanent… But…

"Oi, you okay?" he asked and _____ half smiled as she shifted in her position, cracking her eyes open to look at him.

"Hmm, yeah." she said with a curt nod.

He stared at her and that was a thing about him that always seemed to put her on edge. The fact that he could just stare at her head-on, without even trying to play it off. It was… It made _____ feel like… She had his entire attention and any little slip—no matter how tiny—would go by noticed and it was… A feeling _____ definitely wasn't used to.

She ignored the heat on her cheekbones.

"We can watch your picture box," he offered, blinking his eyes and nudging his chin towards the TV.

"You don't like the picture box," she countered, smiling.

Gilbert shrugged a shoulder and grabbed the remote, handing it to her. _____ took it in her grip and turned the TV on, trying to think of something they could watch that wouldn't frustrate him the way most things airing did. In the end, she left cartoons on and Gilbert sat there, next to her, with an eyebrow raised as he watched. At least he didn't complain and she was quite satisfied with that.

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Antonio and Francis obnoxiously knocked on the door at around seven-thirty.

____ stared as Gilbert stood in the middle of the living room looking like a heartbreaker and like someone she would more likely fall head over heels for—if she hadn't, already, anyway. She smiled at him and his neutral scowl and made for the door before she paused. She ran to her room, grabbing her bag and digging around for some of the loose bills she shoved in there after her shifts at work were over.

She returned to the living room, neatly fixing the crumpled bills and handing them to Gilbert.

"Wha—"

"For show," she said, making him curl his hand around it. "Or you can spend it. Whatever, it doesn't matter."

Gilbert smirked at her in that way that made her feel like he could see right into her soul. She cleared her throat and pulled away from him, jerkily turning towards the door and practically flailing towards it. Francis and Antonio stumbled in and half glared at her.

"Sheesh, take your time making out, why don't you," Francis accused, earning a slap in the back of the head by Antonio as the two observed Gilbert. "You look hot." The two commented with a flirtatious grin. Gilbert's small smirk faltered and he quirked a brow at _____. The girl stifled a giggle.

"You ready?" Antonio asked.

Gilbert's eyes turned towards her once more and she smiled at him despite getting jittery at the thought of Gilbert leaving without her. And at all the possibilities this could go wrong. She cleared her head and gave him a reassuring nod.

"Sure," he finally said.

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_____ forgot how to breathe for the entirety of Gilbert's outing with her two best friends.

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She wasn't awake when he returned.

She'd curled up on the couch, watching a movie, and fallen asleep and even as he made his way into the apartment, she had been lost in her dreams. It was probably hours after his arrival that she realized he was there, causing her to sit up and swallow a gasp. He was sitting beside her, the jacket discarded and one arm thrown over the back while the other one rested on the arm of the couch.

He had his eyes closed and _____ held her breath at the thought that he could actually be sleeping.

Gilbert had been living with her for a month now and never had she seen him sleep. He was always wide awake, doing something or doing nothing at all and just staring off into the distance as if thinking about something important. Slowly, _____ moved in closer to observe him.

His jaw was sharp and his skin was pale, nose almost aristocratic, top lip thin and bottom lip full. His hair was messy—unkept as if he constantly ran a hand through it. She blinked and leaned closer, raising a hand as she fell for the temptation to touch him.

His face was soft, smooth and perfect. She traced his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids, and jawline, burning into her memory. Eventually, her hands had ran into hid hair. Despite how messy it was, it felt soft, almost like silk. When she attempted to retract her hand from his hair, he had caught her wrist.

_____ gasped.

"Keep doing that." He commanded causing ______ to stop breathing all together. He poked her cheek, pulling her out of her reverie. He placed her hand on his head. Almost like a cat, _____ thought, seeing his content face as she ran her slender fingers through his hair.

"Did you drink?"

"Hell yeah."

"Are you drunk?"

"No."

She blinked her eyes at him, brow furrowed as she shifted so they were side by side. "Then why…?"

"I was angry."

At this, _____ felt every organ in her system just give out, her vision going white at the thought that the duo did something to anger Gilbert and thus was now dead somewhere and, later on in the morning, in the news she'd hear about their deaths as well as the destruction of half the city because of Gilbert. And everyone would realize that there was a demon among them—something that, from what Gilbert had said before, was common.

Did she mention how odd his laugh was? It was certainly different, but made her heart jump despite it.

"Calm down," he smirked.

"Wh-why were you angry?" she asked, her hands still slowly rubbing his scalp.

"Antonio, and Francoi-er, Francis said-"

"I'm so sorry, Gil," she interrupted, clenching her eyes closed and shaking her head. "They can be too much, I know and—"

"Quiet," he said as he placed a finger against her lips. He dropped his hand back down and continued, "They told me about this Allen dude."

_____ groaned.

Francis and Antonio were still not over the fact that she hadn't allowed them to kill Allen.

"They told me that you were heartbroken."

"Oh gosh," she muttered.

"And that he got away with it."

"Gil—"

"I'm gonna smite him."

"Gilbert," she said letting her hand fall onto his shoulder. "It's fine. It's over—Allen is old news, anyway. A-and why… Why does it matter, anyway?"

"They told me to be kind to you," he said, tone neutral, "And that they would find me if I made you cry."

"O-oh."

"They were drunk off their asses but I'm sure that they meant it."

A moment of silence. "Three other guys came too."

"What!?"

A smile slowly molded his lips. "Alfred, Matthew, and Arthur." He looked happy.

"It worked."

"What worked?" 

"My wish."

"Wha-" He places a finger against her lips again, shaking his head. "In he end, they all got wasted."

"Oh?"

"I took them all home."

_____ quirked brow silently wondering how he knew where they lived-well, he was a demon. Who knows what he was capable of. "I knew you'd probably get mad if I just left them there."

They were quiet and _____ curled into her blankets, ignoring the way her hair fell over her face. "Thank you for caring." She murmured with a smile.

"Che," He smirked and placed her hand on his head again. Eyes closing slowly.

_____ was beginning to question if he was an angel rather than a demon.