PrussiaxReader Snow Angel

You sighed in dissapointment as you looked down at your earnings for the day. A total of ten dollars, give or take a few cents, sat at the bottom of your tip jar. You were the classic example of a "Starving Artist". Picking up your dirty paint brushes and canvas, you decided to head in for the day. You stopped by the cheapests cafe you could find and ordered a small coffee. The winter air had numbed your fingers, ears, and nose. "This is rediculous..." you muttered quietly. "What is so rediculous, [Name]?" You turned around to see your close friend Antonio marching inside and stomping the snow off his boots. You giggled and smiled. You had forgotten that he was in town. "Hey Antonio!" He took the seat next to you and took off his scarf. You were envious at how warm he looked. You knew that with todays income, you wouldn't be able to afford a room at the cheap motel down the street.

The Spainard finally took a good look at you and immediatly knew the situation you were in. He sighed. This was like a reoccuring ritual the two of you shared everytime he came into town. "[Name]." You knew what was  coming. You kept your eyes fixed on the coffee infront of you. "No." You said. Though you knew that arguing with the man always ended in vain. He turned towards you with fire in his eyes. "[Name], I will not allow you to spend the night on the streets! What kind of friend do you think I am?" You hated taking offers from people. You always felt like you owed them something in return, and lets face it, you were in no condition to give anybody, anything. Yet after years and years of excuses on your part, Antonio stopped asking and started demanding. He let you finish your coffee then took a hold of your upper arm. You rolled your eyes and followed him without a fight.

"Alright Antonio, I know the drill. We go back to your place, you lecture me about getting a 'real' job and I pretend that I've learned my lesson 'dad' and 'blah, blah, blah.'" He smiled. "Not this time senorita." You gave him a questioning look. His smile widened. "You see [Name], I'm only in town for today. I was helping a child hood friend move in. So I will not be able to give you one of my life changing speech's." You laughed. Although he was only two years older, Antonio was like the father you never had. "So where do you expect me to stay?" You asked. "Why at his house of course." Your face fell. "W-what?! Oooh-Nononononononono. I don't think so. I will not be staying at some strangers house!" He stopped and turned to face you causing you almost run into him. "You will take his hospitality and you will NOT complain about it. Stop being such a stubborn fool! You will DIE out in this weather!" You winced at the sound of his voice. This was something your mother would have told you before she became an alcoholic and drank herself to death. Tears threatened to escape your eyes. Antonio saw this and sighed. His voice was soft. "Look, [Name], I just want you to be safe." He drew you into a hug. "I don't want anything to happen to you. I love you like your my own family. Just-please. Don't act so hostile when someone offers you their kindness." You sighed in defeat. He grabbed your hand and led you onward.

You stood ouside of an old victorian style house watching the snow fall while Antonio rang the door bell. "Coming!" You wish you could have blended in with the wall and vanish from sight. "OI! Antonio! What are you still doing here?" You heard a voice but refused to turn around. Antonio chuckled. "Well, I was on my way home until I ran into my old friend, [Name]. [Name], this is my childhood friend, Gilbert." You slowly turned around to face the man and politly smile. You blushed as you saw a very attractive sliver haired man leaning against the doorway looking intensly at you with his red orbs. "Oh, whats up fraulein?" You half-heartedly smiled and muttered a quiet "Hello". You decided to save whatever dignity you had left and looked away. 'Oh Antonio....why do all your friends have to be inhumanly hot?' You thought. You calmed yourself down and brought your face back to its normal pale shade. Your head snapped back up when you heard te end of their conversation. "Sure. I'll take her in. The awesome Gilbert is always ready to help damsels in distress." You saw Antonio bring the man in for a hug. "Ah! Muches gracious!" You said your goodbyes to Antonio and watched him dissapear into the taxi.

You headed back into the house. Gilbert was standing in the kitchen. He turned towards you and cleared his throat. "So-uh...would you like anything to drink?" You nodded "Water is fine, thank you." You took a seat at the table and waited patiently. An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. Your stomach growled and you blushed. Gilbert rubbed the back of his neck. "So, are you hungry?" You didn't even try to lie. You nodded. "Ok, I know just what to make. You're gonna love it. It's awesome!" You looked up at him suprised. "Wait, you can cook?" He laughed. "Kesesese, heck yea I can!" He began to rumage through supplies in his pantry and pulled out ingrediants. He then moved to the refrigerator and pulled out fresh vegeatables. He began to chop them like a pro. You were amazed. He threw it all into a pot and placed the lid on top. He then took a seat beside you. "So, you know my hobby. Now what about yours?" You blushed. "Well, I'm an artist." He smiled. "Oh yea, thats right. Antonio did say you were the classic example of a starving artist." You frowned. 'Antonio, you freaking jerk!' Gilbert saw your change in expression. "S-so. Do you mind if I see some?" Your [e/c] orbs widened. "You really want to see it?" He grinned. "Sure!" You pulled out your sketch pad and he pulled his chair closer to you.

Time seemed to fly by and you and Gilbert were laughing at one of your pictures. "So he chased after it and ended up face planting into the pie!" You were explaining to him why you had drawn a smiling man with pie on his face. "Wow, that was awesome! These pictures are really good [Name]. Do you always go to the park and draw?" You smiled. "Yes. It's sort of like my happy place. You know, an escape from the world." He nodded. "Ja, the kitchen is mine. Speaking of hobbies, I think our food is done." You hadn't noticed the pot boiling till he walked over to stir. He grabbed two bowls and poured in the contents from the pot. He brought the bowls over and grabbed two spoons. "Well, dig in [Name]." You mouth was watering. It looked and smelled delicious. You took a bite and moaned in satisfaction. This would be the first real meal you've had in three days.

After consuming two more bowls, You and Gilbert sat in a comfortable silence. "So [Name]. Do you mind if we go to the park tomorrow?" You blushed and looked up at him. His face was flushed and he was rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled. "Sure. I'de love too." He looked up at you in shock. "O-oh. Awesome then!" You giggled. You had been counting how many times he said awesome. So far you were up to thirty-three. "Well [Name], it's getting pretty late. I think it's about time we turn in. You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch." 'Crap.' "No, thats ok." Your faced flushed red as he placed an arm around your waist, leading you to the back room. The bed was huge and it looked so comfortable. "Wow Gilbert. This is beautiful. Thank you very much." He smiled. A light blush colored his cheeks. "Shhh. Go to sleep. God knows you need it." Almost immediatly, your eyes shut and you drifted off into slumber. Gilbert got up and walked towards the door. He turned off the light and shut the door, but not before glancing towards your sleeping figure one last time.

"[NAME]! Wakey wakey!!!" Your [e/c] orbs began to flutter open at the sound of the Prussians' booming voice. You rolled on your side trying to hide behind your [e/c] hair. "Mmmmmm. Five more minutes." You yelped when you felt a pair of strong arms lift you from the bed. You looked up to see Gilberts red eyes filled with joy. "G-Gilbert? What are you doing?" The Prussian male grinned and headed towrds the bathroom with you clinging to him. "Heh, don't wanna sleep the day away! Lets go to the park!" You mentally face palmed. Of course it would be your luck to get stuck with a morning person. He gentally sat you down on the bathroom floor and grabbed a towel from the closet by the door. "Ok [Name]! Hurry up!" You sighed and stepped into the already running water. You stepped out  ten minutes later and dried yourself. You walked out in the bedroom and saw cloths placed on the bed. You shrugged and put them on. Gilbert burst in seconds later. "Finally! Come on [Name]! I want to show you something!" He grabbed your hand and led you outside towards the park.

You gasped at the sight before you. Snow covered everything. It was like a winter wonderland. The sun shone across the white substance making everything shimmer. Gilbert looked down at you and smiled. The way the suns reflection radiated off of everything made you glow. Gilbert blushed and looked away. You saw this and stood infront of him. "Gilbert?" He looked at you with those soft crimson eyes. Your face heated up at the relisation of how close you were. You looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "Gilbert, what are you thinking?" He locked eyes with you. You felt his hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands rested on his chest. He leaned down placing a light kiss on your lips. He whispered huskily into your ear, "You look like an angel." You blushed and smiled. He kissed you again. You leaned your head back to deepen the kiss. He pulled away leaving you wanting more. He pulled you close to him and held you. You were finally happy for the first time, in a long time.