Drunken Confession [Drunk!Prussia x Reader]

    You were studying for that dreaded test that everyone in your Mathematics class was worried about. It was supposed to be very difficult, and you decided that it was mandatory for you to at least brush up on some lessons that you were worried about.

    Since when did math start including the alphabet too?

    Resisting the urge to pull your hair out in frustration, you took a deep breath and absentmindedly glanced at the digital clock sitting to the side next to you. The numbers 9:45 PM glared back at you, as if taunting you with the gloomy fact that you may have to pull an all-nighter.

    Your cell phone began ringing just as you were about to make the final decision to throw your book out and burn it. Surprised, you momentarily wondered who in their right mind would call you at almost 10 at night. Probably someone with mental issues.

    Taking a look at the name that flashed back at you, you grimaced.

    “Uh…hello Gil,” you started, hoping that he was going to be quick about whatever he wanted to tell you.

    “HEY [NAME]!!”

    You held your phone a little farther away from your ear while being tempted to just hang up then and there.

    “Yeah, why exactly are you calling me at- oh I don’t know, 9:52?!”

    “Calm down frau, I just need you to pick me up from Rainbowland,” he answered, totally nonchalant and acting like all was normal. Except it wasn’t.

    “…are you drunk again?”

    “Nooooo~ I’m not! Listen [Name], you have to hurry before the unicorns get me!” his voice became suddenly quite urgent.

    Cue epic facepalming.

    “Address?” you had no time for this, but Prussia was your friend and if he hurt himself while being highly intoxicated; you were going to feel guilty for the rest of your life. Nuh-uh. Definitely not something you were looking forward to.

    Once you finally got the address out of him, you found out that indeed, this guy that you called your friend…was indeed at a bar.

    So much for claiming he was at Rainbowland and unicorns were after his soul or something.

    You hung up, giving your math textbook a wistful look and grabbed a warm-looking jacket to put on. Then the search began. The place was a bit hard to find, but you managed to spot it after a few minutes.

    Now where was that egotistical Prussian?

    Passing men gave whistled over at you while throwing slightly rude remarks that you didn’t think was appropriate enough for you to repeat. As soon as you got out of this place, the better. You never cared much for places like these, preferring [Coffee/Tea] more so than any alcoholic beverage.

    “There you are…” you muttered, thankful you could finally leave this place. It was starting to give you the creeps.

    Dragging him none too gently by the arm without even a greeting, he seemed to finally realize that you were there. “What’s up [Name]?” he asked, as if this was a perfectly good and decent place for the two of you to meet up.

    “The ceiling.”

    He frowned, not seeming to be quite satisfied with your answer. You passed by the group of guys earlier who were giving you indecent looks earlier and you hid under your bangs as the two of you passed.

    “Hey girlie, why don’t you come join us for a bit?”

    “Yeah, we’d be sure to show you a good time~”

    Just ignore them, you told yourself. And you really wanted to shut them up with a quick retort until someone else beat you to it.

    “Shut your faces you dummkopf! [Name]’s mine!” your friend shouted, anger and hatred flashing across his face.

    “Don’t pick a fight…they’re not worth it,” you advised trying to hide an oncoming blush after his last comment, as he struggled which only brought you to tug his arm harder towards the exit. With a slightly forced expression, you managed to finally haul the slightly fazed country to your car.

    Once you were heading to his house, you launched into an immediate rant.

    “Seriously Gil? I can’t believe you made me drive all the way here just because you had gotten yourself like…this! I still have a math test to study for…I’m going to fail. And here I am, driving my best friend home because he’s drunk! Yay for me!”

    “I’m not drunk~” he complained, shaking his head hurriedly.

    “Gilbert Beilschmidt. You are drunk.”

    “I swear to drunk I am not god!” he persisted.

    It probably wouldn’t have been a good or particularly safe idea to facepalm while driving.

    Finally. You were at the last step of the trip, just dump this idiot in his room and you’ll be good to go! When at last, you managed to get him into his room still in a slight drunken stupor you were almost way too happy to get your butt out of there and head home. Until that is, a pair of arms pulled you back.

    Feeling a warm chest pressed against your back you blushed without warning. With a slightly shaking voice, you whispered, “G-Gil…let go...”

    “No. Stay here with me…please?” he asked, the question along with its words disappearing in small puffs on your neck.

    Turning a darker shade a red, you strengthened your will and answered, “S-Stop it Gilbert, b-besides I got stuff to do.”

    You couldn’t deny the fact that his embrace was warm- and everything just made you want to drift off to sleep. You were tired and it was late…you had to get home. As much as you just wanted to turn around and hug him back, he was drunk. He didn’t have any idea about what he was doing.

    “I love you [Name].”

    Ceasing to struggle, time stopped. What was he saying? Maybe you had misheard, the sleepiness and weird events of the day was finally taking its toll on you and forcing you to hear your best friend confessing his love for you. It seemed to be more believable that Prussia wanted you to pick him up from Rainbowland than him telling you than he liked you.

    “It’s just the alcohol speaking,” you answered, verbally expressing your thoughts out loud. Though it was more just reassuring you than him.

    He sighed, as if sad and tired. “I mean it [Name].”

    You shook your head. Did he know what he was doing to you? You knew he would never like you back, he was…Prussia and you were just…[Name]. Hearing him saying it and yet not really meaning it- that’s what hurt you the most. All of it…was just a lie.

    Before you planned to aim a well-placed stomp right on that jerk’s foot, he turned you around and you were met with bright crimson-red eyes. His eyes were pained, as if disappointed then he rushed to place a chaste kiss right on your mouth. He let go soon after, the warmth and surprise wearing off after each passing second.

    “Sorry… You can go now,” he breathed, eyes downcast and face shadowed. Watching him with careful [EyeColor] orbs, you broke into the smallest of smiles and replied, “Love you too,” followed by a hug.

    You could tell he was surprised, the way his body tensed but soon relaxed after returning your gesture. That’s when you realized…that maybe…

    He wasn’t lying.


~Fin~