A heavy weight was crushing your chest. You tried to shift out of the way, knowing without opening your eyes what it was.
"Get off Gilbert."
"Nien." He mumbled, tightening his hold on your waist.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, frowning down at the man.
His face was pressed in between your breasts, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
He did this every night. Sneaking into your bed, leaving you to wake up extremely pissed.
Gilbert had been doing this for two years now.
You could lock your door, set up booby traps and even a burglar alarm. The Prussian managed to get past all of them without waking you up.
"What will your girlfriend think Gilbert?"
He scowled, nuzzling his face against your chest. You blushed, trying to hide it with an angry glare.
Okay. Maybe you liked waking up with him at your side. Maybe you forgot to lock your door every now and then.
You liked Gilbert, more than a friend. Not that you'd ever tell him. You had seen him date twelve different girls in a year before. One for each month.
He had enough Ex-Girlfriends to start a small army.
"Seriously Gilbert." You attempted to shove his head away, he only clung to you tighter.
Sighing you flopped back against the pillows, scowling at the ceiling. Gilbird was perched on the headboard.
"I can't." Gilbert muttered, once again nuzzling his face against your bosom. You felt your face heat up again
"Can't what?" You wedged your hand under one of his arms, trying to pry it off your waist.
"Rest mein head on zeir bosoms."
"Whos?" He really had a strong grip, Your knuckles had gone white from trying to pull him off.
"Ze girls I date."
You snorted, "Then don't date girls with implants."
He whined as you pulled his arms off and slid out of bed.
"When I get out of the bathroom, you better be gone from my room." Grabbing a towel you entered the bathroom. Before you had closed the door all the way, you opened it again. Reaching up, you grabbed the key that was hidden on top of the door frame.
Gilbert whined again, mumbling something about how He wasn't going to peep on you.
Yeah right. You had been living with the guy for nearly seven year now. He wasn't one to give up chances like that.
Gilbert hadn't moved from the bed. If anything, he had made himself more comfortable. He had pulled the blankets around him like a cocoon. He blinked sleepily up at you, smirking slightly.
"You do realize that you probably won't be able to pull your arms out in time if I decide to hit you."
His crimson eyes went wide, you smirked.
"Are you going to do this for the rest of my life?"
"Hmmmmm. Nein I zink not." He pushed the blankets off, his spiky white locks standing straight up.
"Then when will you stop?"
"Vhen you invite me to sleep viz you." He smirked when you began choking on your own spit.
"WHAT?! You have a girlfriend Gilbert!"
The Prussian shook his head. "Nope, I have a vife."
You stared at him wide-eyed. He had married her then and you weren't even invited to the wedding.
Talk about a slap to the face.
"Congratz." You muttered, turning away so he couldn't see the hurt in your eyes.
You spun around, slightly confused, "What do you mean what?"
He stared at you for a moment then began laughing that strange laugh of his. You watched perplexed as Gilbert rolled around on your bed, breathless with laughter.
You waited until he had quieted down.
"What's so funny?"
Gilbert rolled of the bed, walking over to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist.
"You are my vife _______."
You stared at him like he had grown a third eye.
"I'm.....your wife. In which delusion did this happen?"
He smirked, "Not a delusion. You do realize zat ve have lived togezer for seven years."
"Aaaaaand?" You waited for Gilbert to continue, trying to ignore the feeling of his arms about your waist.
"Because we live in America, technically, we are married!"
You stared at him blankly, trying to process what he had just said. It was true though. You had read something about a couple living together for seven years made them considered legally husband and wife.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Wait just a damn minute Gilbert. Just because I- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"
You shrieked the last part as the Prussian slung you over his shoulder, running out of your room and down the hallway towards his room.
"KESESESESESE __________, You know vat zis means!!"
It had taken you an hour to get out of Gilbert's clutches. Thankfully no one was raped.
Although Gilbert now had a very red hand print on his cheek.
He stared at you pouting, rubbing the red mark on his cheek.
"You deserved it." You smirked at him. Gilbert pursed his lips, most likely trying to think of a witty remark.
"You know, maybe ve shouldn't be technically married."
You looked over at him surprised.
"What made you change your mind?"
You didn't like the smug look that flickered across his face. Nor did you like how his hand now held your wrist in a vise like grip.
"Gilbert what are you doing?"
Clearing his throat, he got down on one knee. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a small black box.
"Marry me. So ve can be really married und not technically married."
You stared at him, then at the box, then back at him.
"Have you been waiting seven years, just so you could propose like that?"
"Maybe." A faint blush spread across his cheeks. Gilbird circled his head like a golden halo.
"You so stupid sometimes Gil. Probably why I love you."
His face fell, then brightened.
"Vait....So your excepting my proposal?"
"Yes, you stupid Prussian." Pulling him into a hug, you ruffled his white locks. Hugging you back he smirked cockily.
"Kids are next, right?"
"OW OW OW! OKAY NEVER MIND!!!." Gilbert held his other cheek, which now sported an identical red hand print.