Prussia x Romano ~An Outing of Sorts~Gilbert Beilschmidt cursed. It wasn’t his fault the Vargas brothers looked alike. How had this happened, again? He batted the question away. He was better than this. He would suck up whatever embarrassment everyone thought he put on himself and rise above the snickering. Yeah. He would show them. He was more awesome than them.
Besides, if things went well, he could use this chance to—
“I thought you were going to take me out to someplace nice, albino rat!”
Ah, Feliciano’s older brother. He was always something of a hothead. It wasn’t that he was a threat—quite the opposite. He couldn’t hold his own in a fight. The only real arsenal he had up his sleeves was his pot-mouth of a tongue and lexicon of swear words up the alley. To this day, Gilbert was still unsure of how Antonio put up with him all these years.
“Ja, I did tell you I’m taking you somewhere nice,” he smirked. “It’ll be so awesome that you
Germany x ReaderGermany patted your shoulder. "Good job today, __________," he said.
You looked up at him and grinned, trying not to breathe hard. "That? Nah..... That was nothing," you laughed lightly.
He nodded and proceeded to walk away.
As soon as he was out of sight, you collapsed on the ground, gasping. You were out of breath, sweaty and tired. That was the worst work out of your life. The only good part was...... You blushed lightly and tried to shake your thoughts from Germany's nice posterior.
You got up ten minutes later, heading for the showers. You did not want to be walking around the rest of the day with dried sweat on yourself, even if it did mean showering in a public shower.
As you were about to head in, you saw Germany heading out of the men's. His hair was still dripping wet and his tank and shorts clung to his body. You couldn't help but stare.
Germany looked over and saw you staring. He wondered what you could be staring at. He looked behind him but saw nothing. Was ________ stari