You hummed as you opened the window, letting in the warm air, a light breeze tickling you as it passed. You kept humming as you picked up around your house, enjoying the quiet. Suddenly, you heard a small “Piyo!”
Turning around, you spotted a small yellow bird sitting on your windowsill. It looked oddly familiar, and soon it had landed on your head, tweeting happily. The scooped it off your head, grinning, and set it in your palm.
“Heya, Gilbird!” you smiled and set the bird back on your head, continuing your earlier work. But your peace and quiet was short lived.
“Verdammt! Gilbird! Vhat did I say about running… flying off!” The loud albino’s voice drifted in through your open windows, and you let out a long sigh. You moved over and stuck your head out of the window.
“He’s with me, Gil!” you called to the albino, who was on the verge of freaking out.
“Gut!” Gilbert ran up your front path, bursting into your house a few seconds later. You rolled your eyes, and handed the small bird over, but not before it let out a series of loud “Piyo”s.
“Mein Gott, Gilbird, vhat did I say, hmm? Vhat did I say.” You stifled laughter as Gilbert lectured his bird. Gilbert turned to look at you like you were the crazy one, and you gave him an I’m-totally-innocent face.
“Well, I have work to do so….” You subtly tried to kick the Prussian out, to no avail.
“Nein! I came to kidnap you!” The Prussian struck a pose.
“Kidnap me? I think I might have something to say about that…” You looked at him incredulously.
“The awesome me is going to kidnap you vhether you like it or not!” Gilbird tweeted.
Before you could argue, Gilbert had grabbed your wrists and was dragging you to your room. He made a shooing motion, directing you into your room.
“Get dressed, Frau!” Gilbert looked at you expectantly. You grumbled all the way into your room, closing the door behind you, and making sure to lock it.
You stepped into your closet, looking for something to wear. You decided on a dress due to the beautiful weather, and your favorite pair of black espadrilles. You ran a brush through your hair and put on some makeup in record time before opening the door. Gilbert stared at you for a moment, completely unresponsive, before smirking.
“Good job, Frau.”
“Good job? Wow, thanks.” You walked back down the hall to your living room, Gilbird following and landing on your shoulder.
“So where are we going, of awesome Gilbert?”
“It’s an awesome secret!” Gilbert grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the front door, trying to hide the blush that had appeared on his face when you had called him awesome, even if it was jokingly.
Gilbert dragged you along mercilessly, only stopping long enough for you to lock the door. You ran down the street, Gilbert shouting at people to “make way for ze awesome Prussia”. Gilbert pulled you around a corner and into a large park.
He kept pulling you until you reached a large weeping willow tree sitting proudly beside a glimmering lake. Set just under the tree, between its expansive roots, was a picnic. You looked at Gilbert, back at the picnic, and at Gilbert once again.
“I-I thought you might like to have a picnic vith me…” Gilbert went red as he stuttered and turned away slightly. You smiled brightly, slipping your wrist out of his grip and replacing it with your hand.
“It’s beautiful, Gilbert.” He smiled, a real smile, not a smirk, and led you towards the picnic, holding your hand as you sat. You smiled up at the Prussian. He sat beside you, unpacking the little picnic basket. Gilbird flew up into the tree.
You watched Gilbert as he set out the food, butterflies taking flight in your stomach. You had met Gilbert one day when the BTT had been whistling at passing women in a park across town and you had walked by.
You had heard their whistles, turned and struck a pose, and walked away. You and the BTT had been the best of friends since that day, but with Gilbert it was different.
You and Gilbert ate, taking and laughing the whole time. The food was delicious, and homemade by the Prussian himself. After, Gilbert reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a small speaker. He pressed a button, and it began to play music.
“May I have zhis dance?” he asked, standing up and holding his hand out to you. His red eyes glittered in the setting sun’s light.
“Of course!” You smiled, placing your hand in his. He pulled you towards him, his other hand settling on the small of your back. He spun you around, making you giggle. You moved closer, resting your head on his shoulder, your arms around his neck. His arms went around your waist, one hand on your back. Gilbird flew circles around your heads.
You stayed like that, swaying to the music as the sun set and the night turned cool. As the song ended, he dipped you, making you smile again. His face was close to yours as he slowly helped you stand upright.
He moved towards you, almost cautiously, and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back, taking him slightly by surprise. He pulled you closer, his lips moving against yours, sending shivers down your spine, and you felt like electricity was coursing through your veins. It wasn’t like anything you’d ever felt before.
You parted for air, and Gilbert smiled. You smiled as well, catching your breath. Gilbert suddenly stepped away and lay down on the blanket that had been spread out for your picnic, patting the spot beside him as Gilbird landed on his head.
You moved over and lay down too, looking up at the stars from between the gently moving weeping willow branches. You both lay, staring up at the stars together for some time, and son you felt your eyes drooping. You let them close, snuggling closer to Gilbert.
You felt Gilbert move a strand of hair of off you face, and opened your eyes to look into his dark red ones. You smiled, and tilted your head slightly.
“(Name), I think you’re really awesome.” The words came out in a rush, and Gilbert blushed as soon as they’d left his mouth.
“Ich liebe dich.” It was like a fire had been lit in you, hearing those words. You crashed your lips onto his, pushing him onto his back. His hands found their way to your hips, but all too soon, you needed air. You pulled away. Gilbird unhappily found a new perch.
“Ich liebe dich auch, Gilbert.” You said, somewhat breathlessly. Gilbert loved the way his language rolled off your tongue, especially when you were saying what you’d just said. He pulled you in for another kiss.