Baby, It's All Wrong. . . ~ Prussia x Reader

I'm at a payphone trying to call home,

All of my change I've spent on you. . .

Where have the times gone, baby, it's all wrong. . .

Where are the plans we made for two?


- - -

"Hey, this is _____, leave a message after the beep!"

Prussia sighed as his call went straight to your voice mail again. He didn't know how many times he had called the same phone number today. . . He didn't even know how many times he had called it for the whole month-- it seemed after everything that happened his life was put on hold.

As the end of your voice mail message ended and the robotic tone drowned out, he hung up the payphone he was using and slammed his fist against the phone booth's glass wall.

"Fick. . ."

His mind was overflowing with memories of you and him together. . . everything you two ever did with one another was all coming back to him one by one-- and it was killing him.

Prussia never thought that he'd ever think of someone as much as he thought of you-- hell, he'd never thought that he, dare I say it, would love someone as much as you.

Nonetheless, he couldn't stop himself even if his life depended on it. Nearly everything he thought of slowly turned into something that made him think of you. . .

Prussia lowered his fist from the booth wall as he heard the cracking of the glass. Tearing down a phone booth certainly wouldn't help him in his situation right now, even when the only thing it would provide him was momentary comfort, he felt no need to go through that right now.

He slowly back out from the payphones booth and looked over the darkened street as the rain poured down heavily on him from above. He felt a shiver creep up his spine as he began to recall another memory of you two before everything fell apart. . .

- - -

"Gil! We need to hurry and go back home before we catch a cold!"

Prussia looked down at you with a small smirk before taking your hand in his and laughing. "Oh come on, Frau. It's just a little rain! A little bit of down-pour never hurt anybody!"

You looked up at him with a smile, playfully sticking your tongue out at him. "Whatever, Gilly, let's just get home. I want to change out of this wet clothes, I'm soaked!"

"Ja, ja, but on one condition. . ."

The smirk on his face told you that his condition wasn't exactly something one should agree on, but hey, how can you ever deny Prussia?

"Fine, what is this condition you speak of?" You drawled, trying your best to cover up your white shirt with Prussia's jacket.

Leaning down close to your ear, he nipped at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "You get to let me help you change. . ."

Splash!

Before Prussia could react, he was currently face down in a puddle filled with a mucky mix of rain water and dirt.


"O-oh! Gil, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to push you that hard I was trying to--Ah!"

He quickly pulled you into the puddle with him, snickering as you became covered in the muck as much as he was. Before you had time to hit him or become angry, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss.

You didn't feel the need to become infuriated as you melted into the kiss, his lips pressed snug against yours and your chest flush against his was enough to convince you that just maybe, he wasn't such a pain in the ass after all.



Yeah, I know it's hard to remember,

the people we used to be. . .

It's even harder to picture,

that you're not here next to me~



- - -

He bit down on his bottom lip harshly to try and subside the sorrow welling up inside him from the memory. . . but, it wasn't exactly something that would keep it at bay for long.

The more he tried to bottle it up, the more difficult it became for him to forget about it-- and trying to forget about it only made him think about it even more.


He swore to himself that if this kept up for any longer it would slowly begin to drive him insane.

"Damn it, Gilbert! Pull yourself together!" He growled, tapping his fingers to his temple in agitation with himself.

"Mon ami? I-is that you?"

Prussia turned to face the familiar voice of his friend, France-- a.k.a. Francis -- as he nodded slowly.


"Ja, hallo, France."

France looked upon Prussia with sorrow, Prussia's clothed were wrinkled and soaking wet, and his face was more pale-- if even possible -- and his eyes were dull and sported a pair of dark bags underneath each of them. He slowly walked forward and placed his hand on his shoulder to at least try and comfort him.

"Mon ami, Gilbert, I-I am so sorry to hear of your recent loss. . . i-it must be, terrible what you're going through right now. . ."

Prussia closed his eyes and nodded, trying to hold back his tears from spilling out, but with France there, he felt slightly more comfortable.

"W-wait, so you heard about that, h-huh? Who told you about it? West?"

France shook his head and sighed.

"Non, it was in the papers not too long ago. . ."

Damn, I had forgotten about that. . .




You say it's too late to make it,

But is it too late to try?

And in our time that you wasted,

all of our bridges burned down. . .


- - -

"So, what do you want to do today?"

"Stay home and drink beer. You're welcome to join in on the fun if you want, Frau."

You scoffed before turning on your heel towards the door and pouting.

Prussia looked over towards you with a shrug. "What? At least I'm inviting you to join me, it's not my fault that you don't want to."

"It's not that, Prussia! Everyday all you want to do is stay at home and drink beer, or run off with your two friends, I understand that you need your own time to yourself-- but please remember that I need time with you, too. . ."

"Oh please, Frau. We get enough time together at home! Besides, it's not like I deprive you of atten--"

Before he could finish, you growled and slammed the door shut as you left, leaving him alone in the living room with Gilbird and his mug of beer.

As Prussia heard you slam the door loudly, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt sweep over him for letting you walk out-- but immediately shrugged it off afterwards as if it was nothing.

Gilbird chirped up at Prussia while lightly pecking his palm. Prussia lightly scratched the top of Gilbird's head and shrugged.

"Kesesese! Don't worry, little buddy, she'll be back. It's probably that time of the month for her. . . Nothing to worry about, right?"



I've wasted my nights,

you turned out the lights.

Now, I'm paralyzed.

Still stuck in that time,

when we called it love,

but, even the sun sets in paradise. . .



- - -

God, that night. . . That one night that I didn't try and stop her. . .

That one night made Prussia's whole life turn upside down in the blink of an eye. If he would've stopped you from leaving and payed more attention to you, everything wouldn't be so bad. Nothing would have changed and you two would still be madly in love with one another. . .

Falling asleep in each other's arms and whispering things into soft ears for only them to hear. . . he missed them more than anything in this whole universe. . . if he could go back and change it all, he would do so without another thought.

Prussia shook his head and cleared his throat before he spoke to France again. "Oh, n-now I remember. So, uh, how have you been Fra--"

"The real question is how have you been? I'm not as stupid as I look Gilbert, I can tell when you're in pain, we've known each other for years, and this, you, look horrible. . ."

Prussia looked down in shame. France was right, he did look horrible, but he had a damn good reason to. But, still, he couldn't help but feel slightly peeved at what France said.

"Ja, I know I look like shit, so what? Do you think that I care what anybody thinks anymore!?"

Without a word, France stared at Prussia waiting for him to finish. He understood that he needed to get it all off of his chest, but that was something that needed to happen on his own terms, not France's.

Great. . . now I'm gonna' start crying like a dummkopf . . . so un-awesome. . .

"W-well, you know what, I don't care anymore! Fick! After what happened, I just don't care! How many times do I have to make that clear!? Nothing matters anymore without her here, and you want to know what the worst part about it is!? Hmm!?"

Prussia's cheeks were soaked with hot, salty tears as he vented out all of his anger. All of his emotions that he had kept bottled up for so long were finally able to release. . . and he couldn't feel more relieved. . .

France looked up at him in sorrow and shook his head.

Prussia sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration before he continued any further.

"The worst part is, is that it's all my fault. I caused this, I caused her death when I could've prevented it! If-if I would've stopped her from leaving that day, she wouldn't have. . . have. . . d-died. . . she wouldn't be dead and I wouldn't be alone! Ugh! Everything is just, just so fucked up I-I can't take it anymore. . . I miss her so bad it's killing me. . ."

As those last words left Prussia, he fell to the ground sobbing uncontrollably. Every emotion, every pain, every memory, every regret was all coming back to him. . .

I'm at a payphone trying to call home,

all of my change I spent on you.

Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong. . .

Where are the plans we made for two?


- - -

As Prussia let everything out, France was crouched by his side, rubbing his back trying his best to comfort his friend the best he could.

"It's all right, it wasn't your fault. You are not to blame. . ." France cooed in a soothing tone. "Let it all out, mon ami. . ."

- - -

Afterwards, Prussia wiped the tears away from his face and sighed, standing up and looking upwards as the sky still held it's darkened clouds from the storm. A sad smile made it's way onto his features as he spoke is a hushed tone,

"Baby, it's all wrong, what I've done to you. . . But I want you to know, I still love you."

- - -

If 'Happy-Ever-Afters' did exist,

I would still be holding you here like this. . .

All those fairy-tales are full of shit,

One more fucking love song, I'll be sick. . .