Prussia x Reader. Babysitter -part 7

   Why couldn't your love life be like a song by one of your favorite bands, The Cab? They had the prettiest love songs that put little fantasies in every girl's head of what love would be like, what their lives should turn out like.

    You wanted a man to say, "I think you're from another world, and I couldn't love another girl, cause you make me feel like I'm intoxicated. No, I just don't want a pretty face, I wanna wake up next to your's each day. Baby, won't you be my saving grace?" It was cheesy and rhyming, but it's what every girl wants somewhere deep inside her heart.

    Hopes of a happy life drained away from you second by second, the draining had started the very moment you awoke this morning, naked and married to a handsome manchild. You didn't hate Gilbert, not at all, he was actually one of the best friends you've ever had, but marriage with him wasn't how you imagined your life.

    Apparently, he thought the same. Gilbert wanted children and a large house out in the country, after he's done screwing every girl in Europe, of course. He wanted to settle down one day with a nice girl who'd keep him there, a girl who'd be the perfect mother and loving wife. He wanted the whole Christmas package, the hectically shopping trips and laughs around a warm fire.

    But no. That wouldn't happen for either of you for a very long time. You were going to build up the courage to tell your parents, to sign the divorce documents and never see The Awesome Gilbert ever again. You were going to move somewhere else and find a nice guy with a loving and humble persona.

    For now though, you were stuck with him.

    With the Prussian at your side, you skimmed through the bustling airport crowd to spot Ludwig or Elizaveta waiting for you to get off the plane and shower you in questions and assumptions. Gilbert did the same, though he was taller and could see better amidst the hasty bodies walking to and fro.

    "Ugh, Luddy's come to pick us up." He wrinkled his nose in an odd disgust as he found his brother, "that's so unawesome."

    You looked up at him, confused and slightly offended that he'd say that about his own little brother. "What's wrong with that?"

     Gilbert ignored your inquiry and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to Ludwig through the crowd of people. You liked being held, you'd never had boyfriends in school, you'd never been held by a muscular and warm arm that made you feel protected and loved. "Just go with it." He whispered, leaning down, his lips grazing your ear satisfyingly in a sensual manner.

    You nodded, slightly confused as to what he was planning. You smiled at Ludwig who had watched Gil wrap his arm around your waist and whisper into your ear with obvious care. To anyone who didn't know what was going on, Ludwig for example, you and the Prussian man looked like a happy, loving couple who just returned from a fun vacation.

    "Kleinen Bruder!" Gilbert addressed in a loud tone, smiling his charming crooked smile. "We had an awesome time, thank you for asking!"

    Ludwig ignored the fact that he didn't ask at all, he didn't actually give a damn about how 'awesome' of a time you and Gil had, it was obviously fun by the many pictures of the wedding that were posted on Facebook for the world to see. His piercing blue eyes flickered between you and his older brother.

    You went along with the random plan and smiled softly at Ludwig, hoping to release the obvious tension in the German man. "Aren't you going to say 'hello', Ludwig?"

    "Yes, Hallo," He greeted, forcing a smile onto his face, "so... you two were dating?" He was suspicious of what had really happened in America, and determined to find out the truth. Ludwig wasn't jealous exactly, he just thought you were a smarter girl, a girl that knew to not get involved with men like his brother.

    "Of course!" Gilbert laughed like Ludwig was idiot, "The awesome Gil has always loved (Name)."

    A warmth rushed to your cheeks at his words. You wondered if they were true, or just for the act. Gilbert was a damn good actor then. "We just never told you because we didn't know how you'd react." You said, getting a handle of the situation finally.

    "But all those women you brought home..." Ludwig crossed his muscled and toned arms, giving you and Gil a suspicious look.

    "It was an open relationship!" The Prussian immediatly answered, and before Ludwig could ask any more logical questions that could unravel the little lie web you and he had spun, he pulled you past him and said, "Now, we're really tired, we should get home."    

    You were still being held by Gilbert's muscular arm as he hastily hurried you to the glass double doors of the airport. Ludwig followed behind at a distance. "What the hell was that?" You hissed in a whisper.

    He wrinkled his brows, "Don't ask me. It was spur of the moment, (Name)."

    This was it, you were officially Mrs. Beilschmidt to all the world. The knots the lies made were too tight to untie without a lot of work. You could already see the end to this tradegy that has become your life. There'd be a scene where you and Gilbert would awkwardly explain what happened to your friends and family. People would judge you and scold you for letting this happen.

    Instead of worrying about the future though, you dismissed most thoughts and continued to enjoy being in Gil's embrace.