My 'Awesome' Pen Pal (Prussia x Reader) Chapter 5

"-Und she asked, "Meters as is centimeters?" But zhen I said, "Meters as in KILOmeters." Gilbert and his friends laughed at his very inappropriate story. It had been a week since he turned in his letter and while waiting for your letter, his friends had already begun pestering him about what he wrote to you. But like always, Gilbert refused to tell them anything. He liked to keep the things he said to you a secret. It made his life a little more exciting. In fact, he even had your letters hidden under his bed, inside a black shoe box with Gilbird and Prussian flag stickers stuck to it.

Honestly, Gilbert had every right to hide your letters. His friends have been coming over (much to Ludwig's chagrin) more often than they did before, and the moment Gilbert would leave those two alone for just a minute, he would come back to see his man cave in worse shape than he had left it before they even decided to visit. What truly amazed him was how his friends never seemed to look under his bed. I mean you'd think that would have been like the first or second place to check! 'Kesese, but zhey didn't look zhere, so everyzhing is fine. Although I may have to find a different hiding place for her letters before zhese two finally realize zhey haven't checked under my bed yet.' Gilbert snapped back into reality once Antonio and Francis stopped laughing.

"Ah, mi amigo you are so funny!"

"Oui. 'ey did I ever tell you guys about zhat one chick who-"

"Yes." They both responded immediately.

"Oh come on, you don't even know who I was referring to." Gilbert shrugged.

"Doesn't matter. Zhey all end up in your bedroom doing lord knows vhat."

"Si, and after you mention the girl you end up telling us the very freaky things she does to you in bed. I mean they're not bad, like Gilbert bad, but they're still pretty nasty." Francis leaned in on his elbows, just trying to figure out what his friend meant.

"What kind of 'nasty' do you mean? Like Good Nasty or Bad Nasty."

"Ja, und vhat do you mean by 'Gilbert bad?!' Vhat zhings have I done zhat are vay worse zhan Francis' sexual acts?!" Antonio gave him a nervous smile while rubbing the back of his neck. Things were heading south very quickly.

"Weeeellll...." The teacher cleared her throat.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt. I've got your letter right here, so shut up and come and get it." His teacher was obviously uncomfortable with the trio's conversation. Gilbert rose from his seat and took the letter out of her hands.

"Zhere's no need to get all flustered, teach'."

"Yeah, yeah whatever Gilbert. Now go back to your seat."

"Kesesesese~!" He sat next to his two friends with a smirk and opened his letter.


   Dear Gilbert,
This letter you have given me was actually kinda funny. Sorry about what your Math teacher did to you. You know with her Ruler of Doom. It really must've hurt. The teachers here would never do something like that. If anything, they'd just make you wait outside so they could lecture you or send you to the principals office so he could lecture you. You know someone actually ended up getting tazed here once, and let me tell ya, it was crazy! Of course everyone cheered once the cop slapped the cuffs on him and led him to the police car, but still I don't ever want to see something like that ever again.  


"Aww, my poor little pen pal. Zhe students at her school are off zheir rocker." His friends nodded in agreement.

"Oui. If only we were zhere to cheer 'er up. I'm sure i'd make 'er 'appy."

"Fusosososo~! Francis you'd do a lot more than just cheer her up."

"Mon ami, I seriously do not know what you are talking about." Antonio chuckled. Francis never was a good lier when it came to his sexual antics.

"Right, but I highly doubt you'd actually be able to do anything to her. I mean if you even tried to kiss her on the cheek, Gilbert would literally Incredible Hulk his way through a wall and Falcon Punch you into outer space." Francis let out an over dramatic gasp and looked towards Gilbert, who was writing in one of his many journals.

"Y-you wouldn't actually do zhat...would you, Gilbert?"

"Oh yeah i'd definately kick your a**." Gilbert answered as if the question wasn't important (which really wasn't when he was busy writing in his journal/diary).

"What?! 'ow could you be so cruel?!"

"Easy, it's because you'll only end up making your time vith her a one night stand vhich vill hurt her deeply, und if you make her cry so help me gott I vill beat you to a bloody pulp. Besides, if anyone's going to be screwing around vith her it's going to be me!"

"Wha-?! But you don't even know what she looks like!" Francis yelled with a frown.

"Vell neizher do you!" The two got up from their seats, causing everyone to go silent. Uh oh, this wasn't good. Antonio jumped between the two with his ever present smile on his face. Hey, someone had to stop them before it got ugly, and no one else looked like they were going to stop them so Antonio really had no choice but to intervene. Poor Toni.

"Hey come on guys! Can't we just act like real amigos and get back to reading ________'s letter? I'm sure she has something really important to say!" Gilbert blinked. That's right...there was something important. But da**, what was it?! The trio sat back down and continued to read the letter.


Oh and that part with your brother, hilarious! My friends and I laughed at that part. Sorry but you gotta admit it is pretty funny.


".....It was Wednesday zhat day, wasn't it Gilbert...." He gave Francis a stiff nod.

"Ja..." Antonio laughed.

"Ah that's right. After two weeks your little brother makes you do your laundry on wednesday! Did he make you clean your room too?" Gilbert let out a sob.

"JA! He's so mean~! Vhy can't he just leave me to my studies!"

"Mon ami, by studies you mean blog, right?" Gilbert then chuckled darkly.

"Studies, Blogging, Trolling, it's all zhe same to me." His friends sighed.

"Yeah to you..." Antonio looked down at the envelope and then back to Gilbert.

"So, what treasures did you find in your room this time?" Gilbert thought for a moment, and then blanched. Oh he found something, alright. Something very...unsettling.

"Uh...vell if you must know, after cleaning all of zhe food wrappers, clothes, und other zhings off zhe floor, I came across somezhing I don't even remember getting in zhe first place."

"Hmm? What was it?"

"It vas a ouija board." It became silent again. You know you'd think you'd hear the teacher or at least one other student start talking, but it was like no one was there. That or they were working, that would have explained the silence. Out of all that utter silence, Francis was the first to speak up.

"A....ouija board? Like zhat one object zhat makes you communicate with ghosts?"

"J-ja..." Antonio jumped out of his seat, beaming with excitement.

"Really?! Did a ghost actually talk to you?!" At that moment, Gilbert became even paler than he should have already been.

"I zhink so..."

"Asombroso! What did the spirits say?!"

"Become one with Mother Russia." Everyone in the room paled (even the teacher!). They had heard that from just one person before. The trio sat still, until Antonio decided to speak up.

"Uh....why don't we just go back to the letter?"

"Yeah..."


But Gilbert, what I really want to talk to you about is that one thing you asked me in your letter. You know...when you asked if I considered you as...a friend?


"You asked 'er what?" Gilbert flushed in embarassment. So that's what the important thing was! Da**, and here Gilbert was hoping his friends wouldn't have found out about this. They would have called him some sort of sissy, and that was not awesome! Not awesome at all.

"N-nozhing..." Francis smirked, just loving how his friend was acting.

"It doesn't seem like nothing, Gilbert." Gilberts face now rivaled that of Antonio's tomatoes, who speaking of which,  was now enjoying this just as much as Francis did.

"Aww, Gilbo looks just like a tomato! So funny!"

"S-shut up! I do not look like a gott da***d tomato! Also don't call me Gilbo; makes me sound chunky..." Francis rolled his blue eyes and flipped his golden hair over his shoulder.

"Whatever 'Gilbo', just continue reading zhe letter."

"Vhat did I just say?!"


Well I really think that your a nice guy and....yes, i'll be your friend! I mean your friends seem like great people and your antics with your brother are hilarious so I think we'll make great friends! Well, I gotta go now, but I really hope to hear from you soon! Bye Gilbert!

   Your friend,
   ________


Gilbert jumped up from his seat out of pure joy. This was great! Just the thing he was hoping to hear, er...read!

"She said yes! Wunderbar!"

"God Gilbert you act as if she agreed to marry you." Gilbert paled again today.

"M-marriage?!" Francis laughed.

"Oops. I forgot about 'is little 'fear.' " Yes, apparentaly Gilbert had a small fear of marriage. Ever since this one incident with his past crush, Elizaveta, he just couldn't think of being tied down to some random woman. Francis and Antonio thought he was just overreacting. I mean sure they never wanted to think of marriage at all, but still it wasn't something to lose your head about.

"Gilbert calm down, you're not getting married. I mean you're not old enough for one thing."

"Oui, and I 'ighly doubt ________ would want to marry you~!" Gilbert laughed, sheepishly.

"Yeah I guess you're..." Francis' words finally hit him.

"Hey! Just vhat zhe heck is zhat supposed to mean?!"

"Nothing~! Now what are you going to say now, Mon ami?" Gilbert sat back in his seat and began to think. When an idea struck him, he took out his pencil and a piece of paper and began to write to his pen pa-. I'm sorry, I mean his new friend.