Melody~Dark Prussia x Reader

-I love you, ______. Be my girlfriend-The white haired boy said. He grinned brightly, waiting for an “Yes.”. But you shook your head while stepping back slowly.
           -N…No…-Stuttering, you felt fear was embracing you. You stumbled on your feet, tried to keep distance from the ‘hot boy’ in your school.
           Right. The one that was confessing to you has bullied you since grade 6. Gilbert: The straight A student, the handsome hotboy, the school’s pride, has teased you because of your weight, your quietness and your differences. Following him was a bunch of bully, and they picked you up whenever they want. But then they got bored quickly and completely forgot about you.
           You was glad. You thought you could go to school and study normally now.
           Well, no.
There was one problem:
           Gilbert didn’t leave you alone. Every single day he kept following you around, messing with you. Of course he was smart enough not to hurt you physically, but his words are always hurt and his small pranks made you become a total idiot. He stole your homeworks and replaced it with porn books, tripped you everytime you walked past him and did a lot more similar things.
And today he gave you a confession, like there was nothing wrong happen between you and him. And you was trying to run away. As always.
-What?-He frowned, narrowed his eyebrows. Like he didn’t hear it clearly.
-I…I…-You looked down at your feet while playing with the hem of your jacket. You was glad that your hood was covering your face, so he could not see that you was scared to death.
-Nah you can’t reject the awesome me, right?- Leaning his face closer to yours, he smirked cockily.
Staying quiet, you chewed your lower lip nervously. Would he get mad if you repeat that you didn’t like him, at all?
-Don’t ignore me.-He grabbed your chin, forced you to look at him. You let out a weak “heh?” in surprise. Noticing that your face was dangerously close to Gilbert’s, you looked away, refused to make eye contact.
-Wh…What do you want from me…?-You asked quietly.-I’ve already answered your question.
-I didn’t hear it.-He raised one eyebrow. His crimson eyes gazed at you daringly.-What was it?
-I…-Your head was stunning, and you tried your best to find a polite way to reject he pale boy. But sometimes your brain doesn’t want you to escape this kind of situation easily, so it decided to top working for a while.
-I don’t like you at all.-You blurted out. Realizing what have you said (and how brave you was), you covered your mouth.
‘’Oh my god…what have I done? I’m such an idiot! Now he’ll torture me forever! But I don’t like him anyway! But…’’-You argued with yourself angrily yet worriedly. You cursed yourself for being such a fool rejecting him straightly like that. You COULD fine a better way, but you didn’t even think!
-Oh…I see…-He sighed, his smirk went a bit wider, showed a bitter feeling. You mentally frowned.
‘’What does that mean? Is he sad?”
Then he loosened his grip on your chin, stepped backward. You and he stood there silently, stared at each other. The wind blew, made your hood fell down, your bang swayed gently, showed your eyes. Gilbert looked at your eyes, they were filled with nervousness and fear. His heart ached knowing that you was scared of him.
He thought that those pranks was harmless, and that he was just joking. He didn’t know that you did hurt everytime he and everybody laugh at you. Until now. But it was too late to apologize , and he knew it clearly.
-I’m…sorry.-You took a deep bow, shut your eyes tight.-I’m sorry Beilschmidt.
-No, don’t say that word.- The boy shook his head gently, the smirk faded slowly. He turned his back on you, sighed once more.-Beside…I’m sorry for treating you like that. I really am, __________. But…-He raised his hand, waved gently.-…goodbye.
You didn’t know what to do, so you walked away. You knew that he won’t bother you again, but your afflatus told you that he has not done with you yet. It felt wrong, you didn’t feel reliable.But you ignored that weird feeling.

Oh,… how you wish you didn’t.
~Timeskip brought to you by author and ‘You don’t say ‘ meme~
The next day Gilbert was nowhere to be found, and you could study in peace. But you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling that you was being stalked. The person who was stalking you kept distance, so you didn’t know who it was. Everytime you saw a shadow looked like a figure, you tried to approach it but completely failed. It disappeared like smoke.
~Another God damn timeskip brought to you by something you hate( Sowwy D: )~
At the end of the day, you stayed at school to clean the rooftop. Sadly, you was there alone. Your partner was sick, so you you had to do all the works. Sighing,you started sweeping the dirty floor while humming your favourite song.
~Time fucking skip brought to you by Romano~
Finally, you was done. It was kind of late, and you was walking hurriedly through the dark hallway of your school. The unwelcoming cold and the creepy creak made by those old door made you shiver. Weak grey light from the sun that was about to disappear under the thick cloud lighted the scene abit, but also made the creepiness increase.
-I hate autumn…-You mumbled, straightened your jacket. You was about to put your headphones on to listen to some music but suddenly you heard a beautiful melody. Probably it was from the music room, where the piano was. ‘But who would stay here this late?’-You questioned, and let your curiosity lead you to the music room.
‘Maybe this is Edelstein? Because he loves music?’-Guessing, you leaned on the wall, enjoyed the beautiful sound. It was peaceful, and sad, too. Tear started to roll down you cheeks for no reason, and you quickly wipped it away.
‘Why am I crying?’-You tried to hold back the tear. A soft hiccup came out from your lips, and the music suddenly stopped. You heard footstep, and you decided to walk away silently, but then a familiar voice startled you.
-_____?-Gilbert grabbed your shoulder, made you stay.
-Y…Yeah, hello Gilbert?-You stuttered nervously, turned back.-I…I just about to go home.
-Can you stay?-He asked, almost gently. Almost.
You noticed that shadow was starting to form in his eyes. There was some dark color mixed in them, condensed those blood-red eyes, made it dull and almost souless. All of his feelings was hidden behind that weird color, the only one left was lust. Pure lust was dancing it those crimson eyes, made you shivered.
-I have to go now.-You said hesitantly, stepped backward. You swore that his eyes glowed a moment before he grabbed your arm roughly.
-No.-He demanded firmly.-You’re staying.
           You bowed your head down, obeyed. He led you inside.
           -Do you want to hear me playing the piano?-He smiled, sat down in front of the beautiful music instrument. You stayed quiet. The song he played before was beautiful, but it broke your heart.It was sad and depressing. You’ve known that feeling for a long time: people laughing at you, calling you names and being mean to you. You thought that you could escape the feeling now, but the song proved you wrong.
           Ignoring your silence, Gilbert started to play the rest of the song. The chain of beautiful sounds wringed your heart, made it bleed. You cried silently, let the pain run from your head to your toe. Seeing your painful face made Gilbert smiles. His lips curved into a devious smirk while his slender hands was dancing playfully with the white and black digital. The song ended, and he stood up, walked to you, who was crying bitterly while leaning at the wall.
The sun was no longer shine, and the whole room was dark. The pale light came from the moon didn’t light the place up much. Sharp and black shadow filled the cold and neat room, made the place looks gloomy and unwelcoming.
-Do you like it…-He asked huskily, his lips brushes your ear. Your eyes widened realizing what he was doing. You pushed him aside, the huriedly turned the doorknob. But Gilbert quickly pulled you back into a tight embrace. A hand of him went through your (h/c) hair while the other was holding your waist. His smirk grew wider, and he added softly, but creepily:
-…My treasure?
~Sorry for my grammar mistakes~