A is for Awesome
Prussia/Hungary
Gilbert Beilschimdt.
The personification of awesomeness. Psychologists call it his 'superiority complex', a psychological state that he's experiencing where he proclaims to be in a higher state than the environment around him. Everything around him is not as awesome as he is, he says. The statement was more self proclaimed than ever, none of his friends ever admitted that he's actually awesome in real life.
"Really now?" Francis asked as he kept sipping the wine in his hands. Gilbert crosses his arms, nodding obnoxiously and grinning widely.
"Kesesese. Of course. There is no other being that's as awesome as I am!" he exclaims, arms spreading widely to prove his thought.
The bright lights of the ballroom was suddenly out, indicating an arriving invitee. A spotlight was on and everyone shifted their gaze towards the front door. The entry music started.
"Miss Elizabeta Hérdévary arrives!"
Francis nudges Gilbert on his side. A playful grin licking his lips, "Look who's here." Gilbert glared at him and snorted. He was sure that Elizabeta didn't look any different, not like that girl would care anyway.
But when the red curtains rose and revealed the said girl, Gilbert could only stare in awe. Elizabeta was wearing a simple green dress and matching heels. Her hair was straightened and clipped to the back with several flowers. She applied a very thin layer of makeup on her face but it only made her beauty shine even more. She smiled as she walked into the large ballroom, greeting some of her friends before the lights went on again.
"Mon Dieu, she's beautiful!" Francis exclaimed as he dropped his wine glass to the table. The glass cracked and fine red wine seeped into the clear tablecloths but Francis was still eyeing Elisabeta from afar.
What happened to Gilbert you say?
He was staring at Elizabeta. Eyeing at her every move and every breath she takes. Graciously taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Occasionally glaring at the perverted guys who approached her. She was breathtaking.
No, it was beyond that. She is awesome.
"Hn? What did you just say, Gilbert?" Francis asked, pulling Gilbert out of his daze. Gilbert's head turned to him. He stared at the now stained table before looking back at his best friend.
"It's nothing." he calmly states. "Let's go find Toni."
Did he just muttered that out loud? Nah. Not like he'll admit it anyway.
A/N: Hello, Roe here. This is my first Hetalia fanfic, might as well post one of my OTPs then.