Not The Normal Way {PrussiaXReader}

"Hey, schöne guess what?" You spun around and weren't surprised when you saw a smirking man with unique red eyes. 

"First of all, don't call me something in your native tongue! You know I don't understand it! And second, can't you see that I was talking to Antonio?" You tried your best to sound annoyed, but in reality you felt your heart speed up the slightest. 

Gilbert smirked even more as he said, "Vell, it looks like jour conversation ended alveady."

You turned your head to look over your shoulder and you noticed that Prussia was right, your Spanish friend was no where in sight. You turned your attention back to the still smirking man when you heard him speak again.

"Und if jou hate zhe fact zhat jou don't understand mien awesome language, zhen learn it, schöne." You knew he added that last part to get on your nerves. 

Sighing, you crossed your arms, feeling the material of your ____ dress jacket stretch around your shoulders and arms. "What do you want, Gilbert?" Curse his attractive smirk...God I hope I'm not blushing.... 

"I vant to confess," 

You were startled. You had thought that he was going to tell you how awesome he was and the usual nonsense he spoke with you. But you couldn't help but hope that he was going to confess his love for you. Oh stop it, ____! How can some one like him, possibly love someone like you? .... Maybe it's possible that he likes me....No! He's probably going to confess that he ate Germany's chocolate cake or something.... You tried to play it cool so the handsome sliver head couldn't see the internal war you were having. "What wrong did you do now?"

Suddenly, the Prussian's smirk disappeared like a thief in the night and was replaced with an expression that was a mixture of seriousness and conflict like he was debating his next words. But there also seemed to be a hint of admiration....

Gilbert took a step towards you and another, until he had invaded your personal space. You could feel the heat radiating off his body and this time you felt your cheeks flush a little. His red orbs looked at you from half closed eyelids, and he muttered, "Is it vrong to love jou?" 

Holy shrimp....is this the confession? You gaped at the man, your lipstick covered lips slightly parted in a silent gasp. In your mind, you already pictured what would come next: you would stammer out that you too have feelings for him which would result in Gilbert being relieved and eventually it would lead to a sweet kiss. You have read enough romance novels to know that this was expected. But being the stubborn person you were, you wouldn't have this moment be ruined with cliché-ness.

So as you saw from the corner of your eyes the red eyed man raise a hand to cup your cheek, you wiped your expression clean and said the following, "I don't like you."

For once, the Prussian didn't have a confident smirk, instead twice he blinked, confusion replaced the loving expression. Mentally you were scolding yourself for saying something so bold and playing with Gilbert's emotions while physically your face was blank, lips in a straight line, ____ eyes holding no emotion. 

He took a step back so you could no longer feel his body warmth and stammered, "V-vhat?"

Again you said, "I don't like you."

This time Gilbert's face was panicked with a streak of red on his cheeks. "B-B-But zhe signs---zhe vay jou looked at me--zhe blush..." He looked at you bewildered, "all of zhis suggested zhat jou at least had an interest in zhe awezome me..."

God was I that obvious...?, you thought. And to think you had thought that no one knew about your crush on the Prussian. If he himself knows than what about the others? Do they know that I feel like my heart is going to explode because of all my love and the way it beats fast around him? God, I feel like an idiot...

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and looked straight into Gilbert's eyes. "Look, Gilbert I'm not going to say this again: I don't like you." You turned and started walk away but before you were five feet away, you looked stopped and turned to the direction of the still shocked and heartbroken man. Smiling, you cupped your hands around your lipstick coated mouth and shouted, "I don't like you! I LOVE YOU!! There's a huge difference, ya know?"

Around you the country's who were still there looked at you and at the Prussian who was slowly smiling. Acting as if you hadn't just shouted out your deepest feelings, you turned around and walked out of the meeting room gracefully. As you shut the door behind you smiled to yourself. This certainly wasn't a normal confession, but you were okay with that. More than okay.