I Hate Everything About You: Prussia x Reader

WARNING: I haven’t sworn yet, but probably will, so I’m putting this up here. I also might have and forgotten... Whatever. (I just started swearing a lot. There’s name calling, so that means lots of swearing. ^^) I’ll apologize in advance for my usage of teenage slang. I hang out with very eloquent people... So I’m not used to all this nonsense, even if I’m surrounded by it I try to tune it out.

~

Walking down the hallway of your new school, you heard something peculiar. Annoying, in fact. A male’s voice, that was at such a loud frequency it positively grated on your nerves.

Then, just as you were nearing him, you saw the irritant. It was an albino. And as far as you could see, he was a typical teenage guy. Only decent for some dissection. Even more so that he was albino... an intriguing specimen for sure. You pondered this as he hollered, “I am awesome!”

Relatively loudly, just as you passed him, you said, “No you’re not, dude, don’t lie.” You could hear the chorus of laughter behind you at the guy that was just begging to be knocked down a peg.

Noticing footsteps chasing after you, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever might come from insulting a kid at the top of the food chain. An assumption you had made based upon how no one else had questioned his “awesomeness”.

But it was just a girl that caught your arm, and you turned to the brown haired green eyed kid with inquisitive eyes, prompting explanation. However, she only posed a question with a light airy expression, and a heavy accent, “How did you do that?”

“Do what?” you asked bluntly, just trying to find the front office.

The girl laughed, “You got Gilbert to shut up!”

She turned you around, and you saw the albino being shoved around playfully by his friends. He was staring at you intensely with a gaze that made you shudder. “I take it he’s normally like that.” you said.

“Yep,” the girl said, “what made you do that?”

You shrugged, “Egotists bother me.”

The girl gave you a sympathetic smile, “You’ll have a difficult time dealing with Gilbert then.”

“Lovely.” you said with a voice laced with sarcasm, a second language in which you were fluent.

~

“Who... vas that?” Gilbert asked Francis and Antonio as the crowds still giggled around him.

But before they could answer Alfred popped up, saying, “Dude! I heard you just got owned by the new girl!”

“New girl?” he inquired, still dazed.

Alfred just went on, happy for a reason to blabber, “Yeah! The chick with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, the one that freaking destroyed you!”

Gilbert snapped back to reality, staring at Alfred, “Oh, a comeback from an old song is ‘destroying me’? I don’t zhink so.”

Francis and Antonio looked relieved that Gil had come back, and Alfred just stood there like an idiot. But everyone was saved from further drama by the bell.

~

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

It had been months since you started school. You had gotten used to it, but there was one ever present thing that plagued your existence. Gilbert Beilschmidt was in every single one of your classes.

For the first few weeks, every time you spoke it would turn into a heated argument, boiling down to dirty insults, and nearing violence. Now you had reverted to painfully ignoring each other, other than complaining about the other loudly in their presence.

Still, you laid awake at night, the white haired, red eyed, well built albino in your thoughts. Running back over your day you rolled over with a groan, wondering how much caffeine you had.

It wasn’t like you wanted to see him. Or for him to die. You could tell this feeling wasn’t hatred, but couldn’t quite place it. It made your head ache even more, and you just attempted to stop thinking about it and go to sleep.

Only when I stop to think about it

Your late night thoughts crept up on you the next day in class, and Eliza, who had befriended you that first day after her interrogation, noticed you staring at Gilbert. She asked coarsely, “Why are you looking at Gil?”

“Hm?” you wondered, dragged out of your thoughts.

Elizabeth stared deeply into your (e/c) eyes for a moment before her own green ones widened in surprise and horror. “Oh my god. You love him!” she whispered frantically.

(E/c) eyes widening, you looked back at the boy, this time meeting fierce red eyes. Could that be what this feeling was?

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?

You couldn’t love him, could you? You hated every aspect about him!

He was a man whore. A misogynistic egotistical pig with no respect for women, and had been your tormentor for the past few months! For you to have any feelings for Gil at all, you would have to be completely insane!

Shit, you thought... Eliza just might be right this time...

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

Gil stared up at his ceiling, thinking of the surprised look on your cute face today. He had felt attraction towards you the moment he had seen you walk away from him, that first day.

But when you continuously showed up in every one of his classes, and got into arguments every time you walked into a room, he began to see you less as a conquest and more as an equal rival.

He hated arguing with you because you were so smart. You had a response for everything he could say, and you always left him tongue tied, staring back at your gorgeous triumphant face. Gil hated that you didn’t wear revealing clothing, that he couldn’t see any more of you. Gilbert hated how always denied his awesomeness, he hated it all. He really hated everything about you, but he didn’t seem to hate you.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?

Gil decided to find out why he felt so conflicted, and started to follow you down the halls. But you had your earbuds in and couldn’t hear him, making him look and feel stupid. So when he caught up to you he ripped them out of your ears. You fumed, “What the hell was that for, you arrogant jerk?!”

“For ignoring me, you veirdo.” he spat back, immediately defensive and forgetting his purpose.

Your (e/c) eyes narrowed to slits, “Why don’t you shut your goddamn pie hole, you filthy bastard?”

“I just vanted to talk to you, freak of nature!”

Immediately you retorted, “Oh, yeah, you disgusting misogynistic egotistical pig?”

Only when I stop to think about you,
I know
Only when you stop to think about me,
do you know?

“Veaboo!”

“You don’t even know what that means, arschloch!”

“Did you just insult me in my own language, weibchen?!”

“Yes, and I don’t really take kindly to your language, you red eyed freak!”

“Oh, insulting my looks now?! You know you love it, fucker!”

“There’s the big ass ego again, fucking egotist!”

With each spewed insult, each flying derogatory term, you both got more and more in each other’s faces.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me?

Gil’s blood boiled, and he stared down at you as the crowd assembled around you guys, keeping the teachers at bay. Then he realized something. He had never been more attracted to anyone. As you started your next retort, he slammed his lips down on yours, sticking his tongue down your throat.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn’t stop your hormones. It had been building up all year, and you had gotten sick of it. So you surprised Gilbert by kissing back, ferociously. You thought about how everyone in a while he could be decent. When you weren’t at each other’s throats, he really wasn’t so bad. And speaking of throats... You had gained control, and had him up against the lockers, totally lost in it all.

I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me

“Dammit!” Eliza said as she stared at you two. “Why couldn’t they have done that yesterday?! Who had this month in the pool?” she asked Francis and Antonio, who had been placing bets on when you two would cut the crap and decide you loved each other. They shrugged and looked around.

Ludwig came walking down the hall and saw you two. Immediately he walked up to Francis and Antonio, saying, “I von, pay up, dummkopfs.”

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?