Spitfire

 

(Prussia x Reader)

 

 

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Part 1/3

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“Come on (f/n)! I promise you’ll have lots of fun!” I sighed and gave my nagy testvér, Elizabeta the stink eye, she was at it again, trying to set me up with some guy I didn’t even know. That’s right, a blind date.

 

“I said no Liz.” She cackled ignorantly before grabbing hold of my dainty hands, she was always the more masculine of the two of us although you wouldn’t know it.

“(F/n)~ If you do it I promise a $50 gift card to (fav/p). Deal?” I sighed and thought over the offer for a moment. Giving her a chance may not be too much of a problem, but then again….it was Liz….she could be crazy at times and even outright attack people when in public.

 

“My offer still stands (f/n). You know you want to!~” I sighed and took up her offer by shaking on it. She jumped up in down before rushing to her room only to return with a handful of makeup and dress’.

 

“Here~! Try this stuff out if you wanna make a big impression on the guy I set you up with! Francis’s is into that shine and glam stuff.” I sighed and chuckled a bit at her description. He was tall, dark, and somewhat shallow. Well at least in her eyes, but she loves sticking people in a corner and throwing everything she’s got at them. I’ll give the guy a chance but if the shit hits the fan I’m not apologizing for whatever happens to the poor fellow.

 

“Alright. Thanks I guess.” She smiled and patted my head like that of a mother bear, loving yet strong.

 

“That’s the kishúga I know, don’t knock it till’ you try it hehe!” She giggled like a school girl and trotted back over to her room. “We have about 30 minutes until we should start walking to the diner.” I growled angrily and stomped my way over to the bathroom to change.

 

“WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING BEFORE!!?” I cried out only to get a giggle.

 

“That’s because you refused me this morning! If you’d just listened to me then you could have been ready hours ago!” I grumbled cursed things about her before yelling back over with a retort.

 

“YOU KNOW,” I shouted while adding some finishing touches to my hair and makeup. “I REALLY DO HATE YOU.” I growled out as kindly as I could. The response was as expected.

 

“I love you too my cute little kishúga!” I blushed softly before thrusting on one of the cocktail dress’ Elizabeta handed me.

 

“Must you have dressed so…so….-

 

“-Stylishly as a teen?” She finished for me as she burst through the bathroom door in all her glory. She sported a short, lime cupcake styled cocktail dress with matching stilettos. Mother really outdid her self with raising her, seriously, she turned Liz from a dirty truffle to a prom queen.

 

“You look very nice. And no, I was gonna say slutty. HEY! OW!” Liz’s response was an unsettling Maka chop with her trusty novel, ’50 Shades of Gray.’ God that book was disturbing…and the way she brought it out in public, reading it aloud when she was mad at me.

 

“Now then, let me help you into your shoes, you’re NOT wearing tennis shoes OR flats with this, it calls for heels. Pretty (f/c)ed heels. Remember that you are the lady mother would have wanted you to be, just like me.” I frowned a little when she said those words. Mother would have wanted me to grow up the way Liz did but ten years ago when I was seven she ended up passing away do to a fatal car crash.

 

“But that’s all in the past! It’s time to show those guys our stuff, now come on!” I giggled at Liz, she always did have an affinity with brightening up my day. I loved my nagy testvér.

 

“Yeah, yeah.” I trotted over to her, heels causing me to trip every 5 seconds. Fuck this, I’m going in my high tops. I threw my heels into my large handbag and chased after her down the street.

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“So this is your sister…right Elizabeta?” I sighed and blew a few strands of hair out of my face as I sat awkwardly with my sister and her boyfriend, Rodrich. I didn’t like him too much, he was a tad bit of a…eh…fruitcake for my taste, I’d think my sister would go after someone just as full of sprit as her but I guess mom groomed her too well. How ironic.

 

“Yes, that’s her! Isn’t she just the cutest Roddy!?” I grumbled in irritation as they continued to give each other cute names and googly eyes. Where the hell was my date?

 

“What is this? A kissy face festival or something? HOW STUPID KESESESE! Roddy you told me there’d be bitches!” I giggled slightly to the man that had just appeared behind my sister and her boyfriend in the booth behind them.

 

“Hallo Gilbert.” Rodrich hissed out through irritated teeth. My sister just sent a glare to the pale man.

 

“Gilbert? What are you doing here?” She asked, losing her temper just by staring at him. I wonder what he did to get on my sisters bad side, she was one to hold her tongue and temper easily.

 

“Ohhh~ So this fruit cake didn’t tell you did he? I’m the one going on a double date with the Schönheit over there, ja?” I suddenly heard the sound of heels clicking against cement and then an ‘OMPH!’ from Rodrich. I suppose he’d have to learn the hard way about my sister and the people she hated.

 

“Hallo there frau. You must be my date for tonight, ja. I am Gilbert Beilschmidt the Awesome. But you can call me Gil, The Awesome One or G-man. Whatever make you comfy when you scream it in-OW!” I watched in amusement as my sister threw a plate at him.

 

“Learn your damn place Gilbert! That is my sister!” Elizabeta’s outburst only caused Gilbert to cackle harder.

 

“You could have been more carful when we were younger because I have become IMMUNE! KESESE~!” He shouted earning dark looks from passers. I just smiled and grabbed his hand bringing him into the both with me.

 

“-Huh? Ah so Liz’s sister wants a piece of me hmm? I think that could be arranged.” I snickered at his handsome face, I wouldn’t go as far as to sleep with him, at least not this early into meeting him.

 

“Sis? I wanna take Gilbo here to the arcade, is that cool?” I knew she couldn’t say no to me plus Rodrich was giving her a look.

 

“F-fine. Just….just be sure to have fun. AND GILBERT! DON’T YOU DARE PUT YOUR HANDS ANYWHERE NEAR HER PANTS OR ELSE YOU HAVE HELL TO DEAL WITH!” I watched as Gilberts face turned from pale to red in a blink of an eye before his grin appeared back on his face.

 

“Sure fine but you didn’t say I couldn’t touch her tits! Keseseseses~….don’t hit me if her panties get wet before we fuc-“ I gripped his arms tightly gaining his attention before we waltzed out of the restaurant.

“Shh you don’t wanna die before we have any fun do you~?” I asked flirtatiously, he smirked before he kissed booth my cheeks.

 

“God I love you, you’re personality is like spitfire! We’re definitely gonna have a good time before the nights over.” I nodded in agreement before he picked me up bridal style and took me to who knows were. Either way, I know that I was gonna have good fun as long as he was with me.

 

End of chapter 1