Germany/Reader\Prussia [2/10]

The next morning by the time you had woken up Germany was gone. You figured that he had left to go get Gilbert, so you thought that right now would be a good time to move your things into another room. By the time you had gotten halfway through with moving your stuff you heard two car doors shut out front. Moving towards the window you peeked outside and seen Germany and Gilbert walking up the path towards the house. Gilbert wore his usual smirk that you'd always seen, it seems that after all this time his personality hadn't changed.

You sighed, pulling yourself away from the window and back to the bed where you had a basket full of your clothes that you were getting ready to take to your new room. And with your crappy luck, right as soon as you were getting ready to leave the room, Gilbert walks inside. Your eyes lock with one another and stood there for what seemed like hours, until Gilbert broke the silence.

"Well, well, well if it isn't little [Name] in my room waiting for me." Gilbert said as he walked up to you, hands in his pockets, stopping only a foot away from you. Gilbert never broke eye conceited with you the whole time, only once to look at the basket of clothes but then back to you almost instantly. You narrowed your eyes slightly when the gave you his over-ego-cocky smirk.

"Wanting to move into my room with me? Of course seeing as how awesome I am, I just might let you share my bed tonight." You couldn't help but give a scoff, your face held a slight blush which only fueled Gilbert's ego even more.

"Actually, I was just gathering up my things and moving into a different room." You said picking up the basket off the bed and walking around him towards the door.

"Oh, I see moved into my room after I left cause you missed the awesome me, can't blame you [Name]." You laughed as you went to close the door behind you, glancing back at him.

"Ja, and I'd cry myself to sleep every night too." You said in a sarcastic tone while shutting the door behind you, leaving Gilbert alone, his smirk now gone. He sighed and scratched the back of his head, glancing down at something on the floor that had caught his eyes. His smirk quickly returned as he went and picked up the black laced thong that had fallen from your basket of clothes. He could most certainly use these later on tonight for his imagination, if needed.