You had me with Gaga Prussia x MALE! Reader

Gilbert sat at a table in the quiet coffee shop he was meeting Elizabeta, Toni and Francis in bracing himself for what he was about to say to them.

“Gilbert, I was in the closet for too long to be shoved back in.” (Name) whispered as they sat in the Prussian teen’s car.

He smiled as he saw the girl walk into the shop waving her over to his table.

The Albino sighed “(Name), liebe, I told you I’m just not ready. To let people know how I think of boys.”

She walked over to their area and kissed him on the cheek before taking her seat.

“ “It’s all the same with you straight guys like you all are just passing through trying out the gay life here and there but this is where I live. And I’m damn proud of it.” The (nationality) scoffed.

He listened to her talk about the shoe sale she’d just suffered through for a while thinking of how to break his news.

“ “Vhat are you talking about?! I’m not just trying out being like this. I AM like this!” The white head yelled hitting the steering wheel.  

Antonio and Francis came into the shop, arguing about whom women liked better, Elizabeta waved them over muttering about how stupid they were.

Tears built in the (h/c)’s eyes his heart pounding like a bat out of hell “Then break up with Elizabeta! Tell Antonio and Francis- Tell Antonio and Francis that you like men! Say it! Say you have a thing for guys! Say you’re a homosexual! Say you’re gay! ”

Unsure as to how to lead in to his coming out but wanting to rip the bandage off quickly Gilbert quickly said “I’m gay. I like men.”

Gilbert’s red eyes turned from a shade of rosy timidness to a furious crimson bearing down on (name)’s smaller frame. “VELL, I’M SORRY EVERYONE IS NOT AS PROUD TO BE A FAGGOT AS YOU ARE!!!”

“I’m gay and I love a boy named (name) and if you don’t accept me for whom I am then screw off.” The Prussian said faking being calm. In truth his secretly timid heart his was banging against his ribcage in a futile attempt to escape the screaming prison that was his chest.

“F-Faggot?” (Name) repeated dewdrops of sadness now rolling down his (s/c) face.

The coffee scented room was painfully tense for a moment, until Antonio finally muttered the three words Gilbert was afraid he wouldn’t hear ‘I accept you’, Francis and Elizabeta nodded indicating they felt the same thing.

"(N-Name), I-I didn't mean it like that-"

"-You know what? Never mind. You have fun living a lie, but I want no part of it. I'll be a faggot but I'll be true to myself.” (Name) said, getting out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

Francis then proceeded to ask why (name) wasn’t here, leaving Gilbert to explain why the boy and himself were not on speaking terms. Causing Elizabeta to tell him that he’d better go tell the boy that he was in love with him before she hit him with her frying pan. It wasn’t hard to find (name) he sorta stuck to the same places Gilbert ran to the only place he’d be: the swing-set at the park.

The Albino followed close the behind the (s/c) teenager grabbing his hand “(Name), vhat the hell are ve doing in a park at midnight?”

He saw the boy swinging alone on the set, he walked up to the other swing and plopped down.

“We are looking for the pot of golden balls at the end of the gay-nbow. Swinging, what else?” (Name) rolled his eyes.

“Hallo…” The Prussian said unfamiliarly shy.

“Oh.” Gilbert nodded as the boy lead him to a swing.

“…” the (h/c) boy said nothing just began to swing, higher and higher by the second reluctance to speak to the other boy driving him.

“Swing!” (Name) sang as he began to rock back and forth.

“(Name)…” Gilbert coaxed, “Say something, please. The silence is un-awesome.”

The snow white man chuckled as he saw the look of childlike glee on his boyfriend’s face as he too began the childish activity.

The swinging boy stopped himself and looked into the sorrowful red eyes of the boy who’d meant the world to him at one point. Who still meant the world to him. “Leave. Me.  Alone. That’s something.”

Panting like a madman Gilbert stopped swinging, watching (Name) soar into the sky before returning next to him. (Name) got to the height of his swinging adventure before deciding to stop and enjoy the Prussian’s “awesome” company. Sitting next to Gilbert the boy let out a shiver he’d been holding in during his Olympic swing training

“Are you cold, freund? Here…” Gilbert mumbled pulling the boy closer to himself, letting his warmth radiate onto the boy’s body.

“I told everyone, about me. I told Roderich, Kiku, Feli and Ludvig this morning. Und I told Elizabeta, Antonio und Francis ‘bout an hour ago. I told them that I vas into dudes. I even used the vord ‘gay’. I said that I was born zis vay, und because God makes no mistakes. I told them that I’d met the boy I knew I couldn’t ever live vithout. I told them I loved a boy named (name) so much. I told them I can’t change! But I don’t want to! I want to be with you! Please (Name), please forgive me.” Gilbert begged, he never begged.

Snuggling into the taller boy’s body the smaller boy let his lips fall onto those of the Prussian he responded immediately, surprising himself. (Name)’s mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than Gilbert could have imagined. He tasted tentatively with his tongue, and (Name) opened his mouth with a low moan. He loved kissing this boy. Kissing a boy. He was kissing a boy. What would his father say to this?

The boy stopped swinging and smirked at the apologizing Albino “In all honestly Gilbert, you had me with Gaga.”

Gilbert pulled away as if he’d been burned and surveyed the face of the young man who’d kissed him. He began to cry, leaning his head against the (nationality)’s forehead.  

“Awesome…”Gilbert smiled ear-to-ear, pulling the boy into a tight hug.

(Name ) said not a word just let himself be the rock this boy-who meant so much to him- needed, running a calming hand through the Prussian’s frosted locks.

"Ich liebe dich, mein awesome boyfriend."

“I love you too, Gilbert.”