dressed up and giving out candy from your door as usual when you heard an eerie
noise that made you want to run away and curl up in a ball in your bed.
“(Name…)” a dark figure said in a low whisper. You closed your eyes hoping it
was just your imagination getting to you. When your eyes cracked open, you saw
the scariest thing that ever crawled into the depths of your mind. The person
you loved most, your best friend (and your crush for 15 years), Gilbert
Beilschmidt, holding a gun to your wide (e/c) eye. “Happy Halloween, frau.”
You jerked up with a blood-curling scream. Your forehead was dripping with sweat. You thought you were hyperventilating but you just had your hand over your mouth. After you calmed down a little ,you started bawling. That was the second time this week you’ve had that nightmare. It was 3 in the morning on October 31. You wanted to call Gil over to comfort you (he always did that when you were scared because you live alone) but you didn’t know if he was awake. ‘Wait a second. It is Halloween night. His friends go over to his place and mess around every year. He should be awake.’ You thought to yourself. You sent him a text asking if you could come over for a little bit or if he could come over. You waited for about 3 minutes just staring at your (favorite color or character) phone. Then it vibrated and you heard your favorite ringtone. ‘Marukaite Chikyuu, Marukaite Chikyuu, Marukaite Chikyuu, Boku Hetalia!’ You quickly snatched up your phone and read the text. You squealed with excitement. It said:
‘You can come over, (Name)! The guys are here and we are dressed in our costumes so try to come in your costume. ~The Awesome Gilbert’
You smiled at the little text and ran to your closet and snatched out your costume from last year (you didn't have time to buy one this year). You’re a witch this year…again.
Once you were in your (favorite dark color) costume, you had second thoughts about it. It was tight on your chest and came up to your thighs. You didn’t want to be ‘sexy’ around Gilbert (or especially his friends). You wanted to be yourself and be ‘cute’ around Gilbert. But you had nothing else to wear. “Uggg…crap…” you said to your reflection. You decided to put on soft lace orange-striped tights and you headed out the door to Gilberts house.
_*_*_*_*_ Time Skip! _*_*_*_*_
Once you were on Gil’s street and laid your eyes on his house, you knew the Bad Touch Trio was having fun. Neon colored lights were shining through the big windows and you heard music booming when you set your foot on his doorstep. You didn’t even have to knock on the door. A man with chocolate brown hair and bright green eyes open the large door and glomped you. He was dressed in a tan uniform but had on cat ears and one of those cat tails that you attach to a belt. ‘This must be Tony.’ You thought based off of the things Gilbert told you about his friends. “So you must be (name)! I’m Tony! Gilbert told me a lot about you!” the man said with a Spanish accent. ‘He talks about me?’ you thought. You felt your cheeks get warm. Tony finally released you from his death grip and invited you in.
As soon as you stepped through the door, the silver haired Gilbert (dressed as a zombie) ran over to you and grabbed your small, delicate hand. His crimson orbs met your (e/c) ones. “(Name), what’s wrong?” he asked with a low voice. How did he know you were sad? He didn’t seem himself. He wasn’t acting arrogant or letting out one of his famous laughs. Weird…
“Oh, I was just bored and wanted to see you!” you lied a little too obviously.
“You got scared of something, didn’t you?” He was good… but how in the world did he know you were scared too? Did you look frightened?
“Hehe…Yeah…” you looked down at your black witch boots that came up to your knees. Gilbert stared at you then he pulled you into a tight hug.
“Come on. To my awesome couch!” Gilbert said with a serious, yet playful, tone in his voice. You knew he wasn’t going to do anything bad to you. You’ve been best friends ever since Kindergarten. The two of you were like brother and sister. He sat down and gestured that you sit down on his lap. He did that when you scraped your knee and was trying to comfort you when you were 11. You took him up on his offer and sat down easily on his lap. It wasn’t awkward since he did things like this usually.
“Why are you scared, (name)?” he said squeezing your hand. You blushed a little, but he didn’t notice.
“Well, I had a really bad dream…” you said nervously. Your heart was pounding in your chest. But, why? You had only a small, okay…a huge crush on the Prussian. Was your heart thumping because you didn’t want to tell him about the dream you had or something else? Ideas were zooming through your mind but you were pulled out of the small trance of thinking from Gilbert.
“Kesesese! ~ The awesome Prussia will help you! ~” Gilbert said in an attempt to make you smile. It worked. You started to grin as you heard something. A strange chuckle.
“Onhonhon! ~ Gilbert!” you heard a man say in a French accent. Your eyes wondered from Prussia’s eyes to the kitchen door and back to Prussia.
“Who was th-“you tried to ask but Gilbert gave you a surprised look and then covered your eyes with his hand.
“Trust me, (name). Francis’s costume is just a rose. You don’t need to see that.” Gilbert said with his thick German accent that made you calm down.
“Okay….” was all you said before you heard Gil scream something to Francis about putting on some clothes. As soon as you heard the naked Frenchman head off for some pants, Gilbert pulled back his hand.
“Sorry. When he gets drunk, he gets weird.” Gilbert said. “So, would you like to talk about your dream?”
When he looked at you, you couldn’t hold it in. Your eyes started to tear-up but they spilled with tears once you began telling him about that terrible nightmare.
“I was giving out candy and you had a gun-and, (sniffle) and bang! -and you scared me-and I’ve had that dream two times and-“you were cut off by the Prussian’s finger that was held-up to your lips.
“(Name), I would never, ever hurt you. You know that, right?”
Those words. They mesmerized you. You stopped crying and embraced him. You wanted to stay there, safe in his arms, forever. The warm feeling inside of you that spread throughout your body when you were around him, you loved it. You loved him. You never thought you would do this, but you tilted his head down so he could be nose-to-nose with you. The next words that came out of your mouth made him slowly press his lips to yours.
“Ich liebe dich, Gilbert.”
“Ich liebe dich auch, (name). Ich liebe dich auch…” he mumbled into your lips. You weren’t afraid of anything now. Because you had Gilbert, your awesome lover, to protect you.
~*~*~*~*~*~ Extended Ending ~*~*~*~*~*~
The two of you stopped the hugs and kisses when you heard a very loud ‘D’awwwww!!! They’re so cute together!’ You held Gilbert’s free hand (the other was on your waist) and turned around to see Spain and France staring at you. Francis had a smirk on his face while Spain looked like a 5-year-old girl who just saw a kitten with a tiara on. “Sorry to ruin the moment! It’s just so cute!!!” Spain said while doing a little dance that made you think he had to pee. France just continued to “Onhonhon”.
Prussia was sick of them ruining your 'alone time' with him.
“Get the ficken out of my house.”