Prussia x Reader. Babysitter -part 14

You weren't one to cuss like a sailor, but at the moment you were willing to make an exception. Curses directed towards Gilbert rang and bounced around in your mind, but on the outside you just sat silently in the passenger seat, fuming and seeming to thicken the air with your pure anger and emotions.

    Perhaps you were over-reacting, but any girl would be angry if they found out that their husband was fake and that he was lying to you. The worst thing was that he did it so easily, Gilbert kissed and hugged you as if the marriage was real. He lied smoothly with no guilt ever shining in his eyes. That was the thing that made you angry the most, that he did it all so casually.

    "Are you going to talk to me?" He asked, breaking the silence with his desperation laced words.

    With your arms crossed over your chest in the universal sign of 'leave me alone' you kept your eyes on the road ahead through the windshield and said, "No." Simple as that, a harshly spoken 'no' to shut him up; if only that was possible...

     "Well you just did..." Gilbert muttered childishly. It seems like he was desperate to do everything that would annoy you at the moment, but he was like that all the time if you really thought about it.

     Seriously, what happy moments have you had with Gilbert? Only a few came to mind, and they were short moments that didn't last long. There was the time you and he made love in his bed that one night, but he was lying to you even then, saying that he was your husband. Though you were lying to him, saying that you weren't confused and that you knew what you wanted.

     All of the other times he was either annoying you, or you were too confused about life in general to care about how sweet he acted. So this was for the best, you thought. It's for the best that he told you about it, and before he met your parents too. A marriage between you and he would just end up in flames.

     Suddenly, the evening sunset outside the window seemed to shine right in the correct place, making your plastic golden ring sparkle for a split second from the corner of your eye. You turned your attention to you, studying the little, barely visible line where the two ends were glued together.

     The ring was plastic and so easily breakable, like a heart.

      Brushing the thought aside, you slipped the child's toy off your finger and pushed down the button on the door, making the window roll down slowly with a 'vroooooom'.

      "What are you doing?" Gilbert asked, glancing at you for a second with furrowed brows.

      You ignored his question and tossed the ring out the window, watching through the back window as it flew down in the wind and out of sight, just like your feelings for the Prussian beside you.

      Rolling the window back up with a simple push of the button, you looked at Gilbert. He kept his eyes on the road ahead, an emotionless gaze gracing his face. "That was uncalled for, (Name)."

     You were being a bitch, you knew, but he was a liar. A liar and a bitch, what a couple.

     Dark clouds seemed to roll into the car after his statement, electricity full of tension filling up between you and him. "Why? Everything you do is uncalled for; why can't I do something like that?"

      Pushing buttons. You didn't even know Gilbert had buttons to push, you had no idea that he could get annoyed with something. He was always the one doing the annoying. But now, he was clearly irritated, and it slightly scared you, though no emotions showed it. "(Name), you're getting on my last nerve..." he warned.

      You crossed your arms, staring out of the window to avoid seeing the irritated clench of his jaw and the stony look in his ruby red eyes. "Now you know how I feel..."

      Silence again. Gilbert exhaled loudly and dramatically, not the funny kind of dramatic, the kind of dramatic that a teenage girl would do to irritate her parents after a fight. He was a childish man, you realized, not ready for any kind of marriage or even a long term relationship.    

    Though you thought this, you couldn't help but have a flicker of apology in you. He just wanted to be with you, he lied to have you in his arms. It was sweet, but still a lie.

    











    You stuffed your clothes into the large suitcase that you had brought with you from the beginning of hell- or working for Gilbert as someone else may call it.

    Gilbert leaned against the doorframe of your old room, his arms crossed over his chest. He wore a simple black t-shirt, one that clung to his toned chest in all the right places. The blue and black cross necklace hung around his neck, you'd always liked that necklace.

    When you first started working for Gilbert, he and Ludwig insisted that you move into the house to fulfill  your job to the fullest. They gave you a nice guest room towards the back of the house, and you hadn't slept in it since Vegas.

     You opened the drawer to a chest of drawers, pulling out a gray shirt and tossing it carelessly into the suitcase that rested open on the bed. "What do you want?" Your words were sharp and whip-like to cover your true feelings of hesitance.

     Gilbert still watched you emotionlessly, an expression that didn't quite seem right on him. "You hate me, don't you?"

      This made you stop your angry packing. It was such a random statement, such a devoid of emotion remark. You slowly pushed the now empty drawer back into it's place, glancing over your shoulder at him. "I-I don't know..." It was true. You didn't know if you hated him with a fury for what he did, or if you thought it was sweet.

      Turning your gaze away from him, you stared at the polished, light colored wood of the drawers, but you weren't really seeing it. A weight settled on your shoulders, a lump rested in your throat. You wanted to cry. You wanted to crawl into the deepest corner of your closet and weep like a baby.

       Silence.

      How you hated that damn silence. It was all-knowing and slightly obnoxious, it made you want to break down and scream at him to speak. But there was no need, for once again, he was the one to break it. "Ich leibe dich..." he murmured and the sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway was the only thing you heard after that.

      With a sigh, you continued to hold yourself together and now carefully place your clothes into your suitcase. You were no longer furious, but hesitant to leave.