PrussiaxReader - Say You Like Me - Prt. 1

"Thanks."  You grabbed your coffee and were off to school like you did every day. Life was pretty boring, except for the fact that a student named Gilbert Weillschmidt went to your school and attracted every girl, and even some guys. You accidently burned your hand thinking about him, noticing that it was probably a sign to never think about him again.
You finished your coffee by the time you got to the first cross walk. You didn't realize how much you really enjoyed coffee.  You finally made your way across the street, and then you saw him. You saw the most ridiculous, arrogant, annoying person in the world; Gilbert. He was with his bird, as always, walking out of a donut shop. You really wanted to hold and kiss the little yellow fur ball of sunshine. Too bad it was his.
You suddenly saw a huge group of girls crowded around him within 10 seconds. Your smile faded instantly, and you tried to get out of there without anyone noticing you. You ran behind the crowd, trying to get around them. 'Ugh! This is so crazy' you muttered as you were pushing others out of the way. Half the girls there weren't even from your school, and they were much older. That was pretty gross.
You could hear his voice say things like "Ladies, ladies, there's plenty of me for everyone!" and "I know I'm awesome. That's just who I am" and it really made you wonder what kind of a person he really was. You were able to get to school without any bruises or dirt stains on your clothes from the crowd. He was already that popular, and he'd only attended your school for a week and a half.
You went to first period after the bell rang, which was your P.E. class. It was the first day of changing since fall break had ended 2 weeks before. You changed into your white shirt and blue short shorts. All the girls did. Your friend Belgium walked out with you, jumping around you with a huge smile. You had tied your long  ___ hair up with a pink bow, and she was complimenting you.
After walking to the field and waiting on your numbers, you noticed Prussia walking up with his locator card, and of course, his bird. He gave it to your coach, Mrs. Birmingham. She gave him a number to sit on, and it was right next to you. You were usually the last person, the biggest number, which was way in the back row. Belgium sat in front of you on her number.
You were shocked by this. Out of all the numbers the coach could've chosen, it had to be the number right next to you. He approached his number, walking in your direction, and you didn't even look up. This, to him, was a huge shock. You and Belgium were the only 2 girls not looking at him. Belgium paid him a glance, but she was too busy talking to you every few seconds. You looked straight ahead where the coach was; Belgium had already turned around to face the teacher as well. You noticed him trying to get your attention, which made you blush.
"Um, hi there. I don't think we've met yet, which is a shocker because I've practically met everyone here. So, what's your name?" You ignored him, trying to listen to the coach. He closed in on you. "You know, you're kind of cute. Maybe we should hook up, head to my place and-" BAM! Belgium hit him on the back of his head. Everyone stood up to either walk or play basketball, which were the 2 choices the coach had given. You stood up as well, shocked at what had just happened.
"Bella! You scared me." You smiled at her and winked while Prussia was rubbing the back of his head.
"Damn, what the hell was that for?!"
"It was for hitting on my friend even though you've got a million other girlfriends." She grabbed your hand and walked off with you. You and her decided to play basket ball, one on one. You both practically broke every rule in the book. You traveled, you kicked, and you even tried tackling. But you both enjoyed it with laughing and joke telling. It was a really fun game, and the entire time, Prussia was watching.
You wanted to tease him a bit, knowing he was staring at you every move. Your bow was slipping out, so you stopped, holding the ball between your legs as you took your bow out. Your long, ___ hair fell as you slowly shook your head back and forth. It swished in the fall breeze, and Prussia lips were almost watery. He stared you up and down.
"Hey, Bella! Could you help put my hair up?"
"Sure, if you let me tackle you!" She ran at you and pushed you o the floor. You were shocked by this, but you couldn't help but burst out laughing. She pinned you down, playing with you. You laughed harder, trying to get up. Alright, that had done it. Prussia was already turned on by the both of you. After all, you were both pretty girls.
"Bella… Hahaha…get…off!" You were able to push her off and get up. Your face was red from all the laughing, and you both were panting.
"Ok. Now about that hair of yours…"
"Oh! Yeah…here." You gave her the ribbon as you wiped the dirt from your body. She tied it up nice and tight, and you both saw Prussia approach you both. He had practically the world around him, and this ticked Belgium off a bit.
"Can we help you?" Her eyes focused on what she was doing as she asked him with a firm voice.
"Well! I was coming here to compliment you both, but I guess-"
"Leave, we don't need your compliments." She was finished and looked him dead in the eyes. Suddenly, the crowd around him started yelling and screaming at the both of you. They all loved and adored him so much, they hated haters of him. It was almost a riot before the bell saved you both.
You stood on your numbers, waiting for the coach. She just let the class know about the next day's agenda, and then she released everyone. You and Belgium's lockers were right next to each other, so you always talked while changing. But the tone in the room was very negative. You looked around and other girls were staring at you and Belgium. They looked like they wanted to kill the both of you. You continued to change, and you were finally out of there with your friend. Everyone waited for the bell to ring and dismiss you to 2nd period. Yours was English.
Every period flew by, and Prussia was in every other. You almost felt like he was playing with you; you couldn't tell. This went on for 2 months, and Belgium was always there for back up, not that you needed it. You felt Prussia trying to get closer and closer to you, and you kind of liked the attention. But some of the attention was negative.
You caught Prussia staring at you, practically stalking you, buying things for you, all while Belgium wasn't around. You felt like a princess, and soon, he had you under his spell. You started liking him more and more as every day flew by. He was tall, buff, cute, and he always gave you a devious, yet very sexy look. It made you blush and hold your breath until you could run in the bathroom and recover. He knew exactly what was going on; you hoped he wasn't trying anything tricky on you.
If he was, Belgium had your back. You were dismissed from school at 1:15pm; it was an early day, and you saw Prussia run up to you. You smiled as he approached you; but there were a million other girls running after him. Your smile didn't fade, though.
"Hey ___."
"Hi Gilbert." He but his lip after gently holding your hand.
"Oh you're so cute." Your face was red as he kissed your hand. "Listen, I was wondering if you…if you, you know…"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to-"
"If I wanted to…what?"
"___, do you-" His friend ran up to him, telling him about these hot girls at the beach. Your smile had faded at the moment. Prussia was being pulled away from these so called "friends" who were saying mean things about you. You were most certainly pretty; you just didn't show it much. Belgium ran up to you, inviting you over to her place.
After you arrived, you talked to her about Prussia. She didn't like him one bit, but she loved you, and she was willing to talk to you about anything; no matter what. It was hard for you to get it out, but once you finally did, you felt relieved.
"Bella…I think I like him." She spit out the water that was in her mouth, almost hitting you.
"You…like…Oh God! …Really? Is he playing mind tricks on you? 'Cause if he is-"
"No, Bella. He's not crazy or anything like that. He…he's just really sweet is all." She wiped her mouth, looking you in the eye.
"You're sure about this?"
"Well…yeah." She thought long and hard about your decision; she thought it was kind of cute, you and Prussia together.
"You know what ___?"
"Yes?"
"You need a makeover."
"What?! I don't need a-"
"Hush darling…there's a dance next week on Friday; the Valentine's Day Dance. We're going, and you're getting a makeover. Trust me; I know a few people who can really shake things up. You'll look even prettier than you do now!"
"Wha- but I-"
"No buts! I'll call them tonight and make reservations." This was all so sudden. You never asked for this; but you were getting it. You never really liked the idea of makeovers. They weren't you. In fact, they hid who you really were. Since it was your best friend in the entire world, you decided to give it a shot. What was the worst that could happen?
She grabbed your wrist and led you out the door. "Where're we going?" She didn't answer. She got in the car after sitting you down in the front seat and put the key in the ignition. She drove you to the mall to look for an outfit.
"Bella, I don't have any money on me right now! What are we-"
"___, don't worry about that right now. Leave it all to me; think of it as a gift from me to you, okay?" You decided it was best to go with the flow; after all, there wasn't anything you could do to stop her. You followed to every store there, and she kept asking if you liked a certain dress or not. You honestly didn't care for any of it.
"Come on, ___! Work with me here." She looked at her watch, and the mall was closing in an hour. You've been to almost every store there, but you didn't have enough time to go through all of them. You wanted to get out of there ASAP, and you begged Belgium until she finally said yes.
"Oh! I know!" What could it be now? She dragged you back to the car. You sighed after sitting, enjoying the seat. You were so tired of walking. You kept asking where she was taking you, but she kept telling you to hush. As she drove into the parking lot, you could see a big blue building that said 'LeRoux's Fabrics'. You reluctantly followed her into the building, wondering what was going on.
As soon as you both walked in, you saw a feminine blonde boy walk up and kiss your hand after Belgium whispered a few words in his ear. He smiled at you.
"Hey girl! You're like, gorgeous and junk! Come with me to the back and we'll like, take your measurements and stuff, mmkay?" He lightly grabbed your hand and took you to the back where you noticed ladies working like crazy on their sewing machines. It was a tailor that you were at, and you didn't really like the idea of taking your clothes off for measurements of your body; especially if it was a boy measuring you. But you felt comfortable with the fact that he was gay, so you went along and did what he'd asked you.
He first measured your waist with the string ruler, then your arms, your chest, and lastly, your legs. He recorded all the measurements on his pink clip board as he did the process of measurements; he asked you to put your clothes back on once he was done. He then started asking you what your favorite colors were, what fabric you liked, and what brands you were in to. But, you didn't really have a favorite color, fabric, or brand; you didn't really have a favorite anything and you never asked for this.
"Okay honey; I'm gonna have to like, pull out the big guns, if you know what I mean." You had no clue what he meant, but you knew it wasn't good. He had a quick chat with Belgium, and then with one of the fashion designers in the back. Mean while, you realized how rich Belgium really was if she could pull all this together.
It was time to leave, since they were closing and what not, and you thanked them for their help, hoping they couldn't think up anything to design for you so you didn't have to go to the dance. The blonde boy ran up to you and asked your name.
"Huh? Oh, my name is ___."
"Well, ___, it was very nice meeting you! You've , like, got a lovely figure and junk. So, don't let them boys fool you, okay?" You smiled at him. That's when you noticed a taller boy, who was a bit cute, walk up behind the blonde. His hair was much like the blonde boy's, but brown; he also looked a bit timid.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you too. …Oh, uh, what's your name?"
"Oh, like, we're my manners?!  Silly me…my name is Feliks Łukasiewicz, AKA Poland." He lightly shook your hand, and then the brown-haired boy walked up, pulling on Poland's jacket.
"E-excuse me, miss, but we must be going now." He looked quit terrified.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" You were soon hushed by Poland.
"Don't apologize hun! You girls are too sweet!" He looked to the taller boy. "Toris, what's the rush?"
"Well, you know…Russia…" They both looked worried more than ever. You were concerned.
"I-Is everything alright?"
"Oh, yes darling…we need to like, get out of here soon."
"Oh…Feliks, I have a question." You pulled him to the side for a moment.
"Oh, like, of course! Anything for the gorgeous young lady. What is it?"
"I-is that kid you call Toris your…you know…boyfriend?" His eyes grew narrow.
"Who, Lithuania? Well, Toris, I should say. But…Oh Heavens no! I, like, should've told you already. I'm so sorry hun…let me make this clear; I'm straight. I like girls, and only girls. That's why I act like one." And with that out of the way, you quickly said goodbye and left with Belgium. She drove you back home to your small apartment. You were tired from such a long day, and you couldn't process have of what had happened.
You were stressed mainly about the dance and what everyone would think about you. You didn't want to go, nor did you need to; but with Belgium by your side, it was hard to do things on your own. You wished you'd never told her about your feelings towards this mysterious Prussia; for you wouldn't feel such lament over the issue, and you certainly wouldn't be stressed about going to the dance. If you hadn't told her, you wouldn't be dealing with this.
After resting on your couch, thinking about everything, you could hear loud thuds on your window. You jumped up from the couch and ran to grab a knife from the kitchen. You were almost certain someone was trying to break in; you needed the knife for protection. You slowly and cautiously walked up to your window where you saw the pink curtain covering it. You reached for the curtain with your available hand and slowly moved it out of the way.
You looked out, but no one was there. Then, a rock hit the window again. It scared the hell out of you, making you jump back a little. You dropped the knife and opened the window. You could see Prussia standing on the property, holding a white rose.
"Hey, ___!" You felt all fluffy inside, realizing how sweet he seemed.
"Oh, hi Gilbert! Whatch'ya doing down there this late?"
"What kind of a question is that? I'm here to give you this rose, but more importantly, I have to ask you something!"
"Well, okay. What is it?" You tried not to yell too loud, but it was the only way you and Prussia could hear each other.
"Well, I don't want to shout it out where everyone can hear me." You realized how cold it was once you saw his breath in the street light.
"Oh, okay. You can come up and I'll let you in!" He smiled, running to the door, when suddenly, a crowd of girls from across the street saw him. They ran up to him, gathering and surrounding the poor guy. They put their hands up is shirt and tore up the rose; all while he just let it happen. You saw as the crowd of girls carried him away, and you couldn't even see him anymore; not with all of them around him.
You thought they were all pretty; well, prettier than you that is. You wondered why he liked you when he had a million other fan girls who loved him to choose from. You also often saw him flirt with other girls, and that had discouraged you even more. You soon started to convince yourself that he was just using you. You hated the thought, and it made you doubt yourself all the time, but it wouldn't leave your head. You slowly walked back to your apartment room, closing the window and curtains. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wondering how Prussia could like someone like you.
You didn't see it. Those other girls were prettier than you, and you knew it. You got ready for bed, hoping the next day would be much better. You laid down on your bed, remembering Poland and Lithuania; that's when it came to you. You quickly sat up, realizing they were named after countries. After a few seconds, you let the thought fly by and you continued to worry about the issue with Prussia again. You then thought of Belgium, and that's what left a smile on your face before falling asleep. You knew she would help you out and protect you; she loved you like a friend.
You woke up to the sound of pounding on your door. You walked over, as messy as you were. You rubbed your eyes as you reached for the knob. After turning it, the door swung open, leaving you in shock and fully awake. Belgium grabbed your shoulders and shook you, saying "Wake up sleepy head!" You rubbed your eyes again before yawning.
"Wha-? …What is it?"
"C'mon! Get ready, ___, your dress is finished!"
"Wait…my what?"
"UGH! C'mon…go get ready, we have to be there A.S.A.P!" She incessantly snapped her fingers, signaling you to hurry. You decided to since there was nothing better to do that day; plus, you had to listen to your friend. She was scary at times.
You put on your favorite caprees, your pink button up blouse, and your fancy black coat. It was pretty early, about 8am, and it was certainly cold outside. She dragged you outside, all the way to LeRoux's Fabric, and you suddenly remembered Poland and Lithuania again. You smiled a little, noticing how funny the two were from the last time you saw them. You also couldn't wait to see what they had made for you.
The both of you walked inside as you tried to fix your hair as best as you can. You then saw Poland run up to you after entering the through door, and he grabbed you. "Hey girl! You're like, gonna love this fab dress we made for you; I promise!" You smiled at him as you took you to the back to show you the masterpiece and help you try it on.
"Well…here it is! We worked on it all night." He opened the curtain to the beautiful gown that was hanging on a fancy hanger. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Your jaw had dropped at the stunning work of art as you slowly approached it to get a better view.
"Oh…my…God… Feliks…this is amazing!" You ran up to the dress, feeling the silk and cotton underneath. Oh the soft, soft cotton. You walked around the dress, scrutinizing every little detail. It wasn't too puffy, or too flat. It was 3 inches above the knee; perfect for your height. It had white lace around the bottom seams, and you lightly rubbed your thumb over it. You couldn't wait another second to try it on, Poland gladly and carefully took it off the hanger and gave it to you. You ran to the dressing room to try it on.
You had Belgium help you. You slipped your arms in the sleeves. They went up to your elbows and had white cuffs. She zipped the back of the light beige dress, and it fit perfectly. You saw how the dress hugged your waist, showing the curves of your upper body. Belgium buttoned the short collar around your neck; it matched the cuffs. She then tied the red ribbon, and then the gorgeous outfit was perfect! You adored how the dress looked, and you were so happy and grateful for all the work they put into it. You couldn't find these kinds of dresses around anymore, anyway.
"Oh my…I love it!" You jumped for joy with Belgium. Poland and Lithuania walked in, and both their jaws dropped. Poland then ran up to you, lightly grabbing both your hands and holding them out.
"Ooh girl, you look amazing! You're gonna, like, break everyone's hearts at that dance of yours." You suddenly remembered the dance, feeling stupid for forgetting about it. You loved the dress, but you didn't want to attend the Valentines Dance. It just wasn't your kind of thing. Lithuania walked to look you up and down. You looked at him, smiling with rosy cheeks.
"Wow…you truly are beautiful in that dress, ___." His eyes then met your, and he quickly jerked his head to look away. You giggled, noticing he was also turning red.
"Thank you, Toris. And thank you, Feliks; for the compliments, but mainly for this dress. You didn't need to do this, I mean, it's just for a dance, but I do love the dress. It's a true masterpiece."
"Oh but of course honey! You're, like, so totally welcome and junk!" You just loved the way he talked. You've never met a man like that in your life. "And we didn't make it because of the dance, ___. We made it for you; and we both totally know you're gonna, like, steal that Prussia's heart!" You smiled, feeling a lot better about yourself.
You and Belgium said your goodbyes to the two after talking with them for a few more minutes. Poland discussed accessories and shoes you were going to wear at the dance with Belgium; you could still hear the both of them chatting while you and Lithuania quietly sat down on the small bench that was in the huge dressing room. You looked at the cuffs on your sleeves, noticing the small lace pattern on it. The dress was a wonderful piece of gorgeous fabric, and you loved every detail in it. Not because it looked good on you, but because it was made by these 2 boys, Poland and Lithuania.
Once you were out the door with your dress and with Belgium, she decided to take you shopping for shoes and accessories. You wanted to go back to sleep, but you knew you had to get this out of the way. The dance was in 6 days, counting that Sunday; it was on Friday. That entire day was spent on shopping and trying things on. You were exhausted by the time you visited the last store. You followed behind Belgium, who wasn't tired one bit. She was way in front of you, walking toward a distant store. That's when you passed by a small shoe store. You quickly glanced at it. But then you noticed these amazing red heels in the window on display. There was a 50% off sale going on, and those shoes were marked for that sale. They were 3 inches; not too tall, not too short. They were round at the toes, and they were most certainly smooth and shiny.
They were simple, yet perfect. Belgium noticed you were no longer behind her, and she turned around. You were staring into the window, and for a second there, she was worried. She quickly walked to your direction and she saw you run into the store. You ran to the nearest worker and asked them about the red heels. They walked you over, and you felt Belgium's hand on your shoulder. She scared you for a minute there.
You told her about the prefect red heels that you saw, and she thought exactly what had about them. They were perfect, and they went with the red ribbon on your dress. The lady worker brought out the heels in the size you'd asked for, and you couldn't wait to try them on. You took your shoes off and slowly slipped the heels on. They fit perfectly; much like the dress. It was as if they were made for your feet, and your feet only. You stood up and looked into the mirror, and Belgium gasped along with you.
You both loved how they looked in general; but o you, they looked amazing. You then tried to hide it a little, feeling like you were showing off, but Belgium begged you to keep them on for just a little longer. She wanted to take a picture of you, but that really made you red. You quickly took the heels off and put them back in their box before she could pull her phone out.
"What's the matter, ___?"
"Oh…uh, nothing…I just don't like taking pictures sometimes."
"Oh…I never knew that. Well, ok. Let's go buy the heels, shall we?" You gladly nodded and she bought the heels for you.
"Oh Bella; I owe you big time for this!"
"No, no…don't say that, ___. All of this is a treat from me to you, hun." She gave you a big, bright smile. You loved your best friend. She was too good to you, just as you were to her. She took you home; it was almost 9pm. You neatly put your heels and dress away in your closet, and you got ready for bed. School was the next day, and you didn't want o go to school; you had to, though. You were happy Belgium was going to be there, and you couldn't wait to see Prussia again. You went to sleep with a smile, hoping the next day would be better; especially since it was going to be a Monday.