Internationally Sharing. - Prussia x Reader 1.

It was a good day. Your boyfriend from Germany has finally called about his medical discovery. 

Something about discovering some kind of chemistry terms, and whatnot. 

He was calling internationally during his celebration. Noises seemed to have surrounded him, dissolving the phone call. 

"I will be back very soon, about two days. First, I have to make a news conference in Germany tomorrow. I'll call you." German words and scattered sentences were being said. 

"Go, go to your celebration. Call me when you're free." 

"What did you say?" The Prussian said over the phone. 

You wanted to dismiss him as soon as possible so he could have fun, as you just shorten your sentence. "Nothing. Have fun, Gilbert!" 

Gilbert Beilschmidt was his name. White hair with red eyes; an albino in action. A chemist with a master's degree, always locked in his laboratory. 

You met him in college in an accounting class, which both of you took as a minor course. Sitting next to him made a boring class much more interesting. Gilbert shared many chemistry terms and knowledge with you; though they made absolutely no sense sometimes, you couldn't deny you took an interest in chemistry and Gilbert himself. 

It wasn't a semester later did he ask you out. 

And now, it's been six years into the relationship and counting. Both sides have trust, which was the important thing. 

Gilbert and yourself didn't seem like boyfriend and girlfriends; the two of you were more like best friends, the kind that could share anything with one another. 

So to say, you had the best of both worlds. 

You looked through the house that later afternoon, wiping dust off pictures that you and Gilbert took during the time in Germany. 

He also knew a lot about Germany, as his parents were Prussian, literally - from Prussia. Gilbert was more knowledgable than anyone in the world, and he was handsome. 

You giggled to yourself lightly as you placed the photo back onto the shelve. 

You just couldn't wait to see him again; this time, in a renewed light - as he had just received that large science award, whatever it was called. You didn't bother listening, as you were too busy tearing up at the sight of Gilbert. He looked nice in a suit that night of the award ceremony, and he didn't forget you - you remembered. You were mentioned in his speech that was broadcasted for the world to see. 

You let yourself off to the bed as you thought one last time of Gilbert; smiled and dozed off. 

The phone rang as it was visible nearby. You reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" 

"(Name)?" You jumped up in bed. 

That voice. "Gilbert?" 

"Are you sleeping?" He seemed to be checking his watch, and hesitating. 

"N-No," you lied, not wanting him to feel bad. "I wasn-" 

"It's four in the morning, my watch wasn't running properly. I'm sorry."

"Don't be!" The line was silent. "Gilbert?" 

You heard him hum. 

"I'm just glad you called." You smiled to yourself in the dark. 

"I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you yesterday during the party." 

"I know you're a proud chemist now, and there's absolutely no way for me to catch up to you." You felt self-esteem decreasing. 

"Don't say that!" Gilbert's voice shattered over the line. "You're a great person, whom inspired me to do all these wonderful things that I could have never done alone." 

You felt happy that Gilbert saying so. 

The line went silent again. 

"I love you, Gil." 

You heard him chuckle. 

"Ich auch." He had taught you that before, as his native language had been German. It meant 'me too'. 

You smiled to yourself again. "I have to go now. Go back to sleep." 

Before you could say goodbye, the line went dead. 

Somehow, that conversation made you feel upset than happy. 

But why...?

You decided to push that thought away, falling back on the bed once more. 

The next morning, you woke up feeling dead. It was probably because you awoke so many times in the middle of the night - it wasn't funny.

You yawned as you force yourself to get up, and perform basic daily routines. It was harder to do things alone, when you're used to having someone there all the time. As you now have no one, but used to have Gilbert beside you. You look next to you as you were brushing your teeth, imaging the Prussian just standing there.

You reached out with your free hand to touch him, but no prevail.

The only thing you felt was thin air, and the cool moist midst from the hot water drowning the sink.

An email came from Gil that afternoon. He would be back tomorrow evening after another celebration, and some newspaper interviews.

One more day to go, (Name)!