The Awesome Kingdom of … Who?
You used to be on top of the world,
Loved by all, Hated by some,
Forgotten
Is what you became after that awful war,
Forgotten
As you were wiped off the face of the earth, sold to others for their pleasure,
Forgotten
And hated by your once-friends,
Living in the basement of your successful younger brother's house,
An annoyance to everyone around you,
You were
Forgotten
Until you came upon a little quirky blond with an obnoxious laugh and weird cowlick,
Forgotten
Became Known
Hated
Became Loved
Loser
Became King
In the eyes of that young superpower,
Forgotten
Became a word, a feeling that never resurfaced again,
I AM and always will be the Awesome Kingdom of Prussia! I am
Gilbert Beilschmidt!
Gilbert grinned at the audience widely, locking eyes with warm sky blue ones, Gilbert almost walked off the stage he was already on the edge of to get to the owner of those sweet irises. "Thank you Gilbert-san for your very touching poem." Kiku said bowing slightly to the older teen, bringing Gilbert back to the cheering crowd. He could see the slightly troubled and astonished faces of his younger brother, Elizabeta and Roderich. 'Pfft, bastards probably thought I was illiterate. ' The Prussian thought as he jumped off the stage, snickering loudly , and walked backstage.
"Mon cher! You forgot to include us in your little poem!" Francis called out behind him, waving his arms enthusiastically with Antonio and Gilbird following behind. "Kesesesese! I didn't forget you guys, you were just trumped by my awesomeness!" The French and Spaniard laughed with the silverette. "So, you have just confessed to Alfred non? How do you think he will take it?" Antonio nodded quickly. "If I tried that with Lovi, I doubt he would even look at me again~!" the brunet cooed, before his face fell. "Dios mio! I would curl up and die!" Suddenly panic driven, Antonio ran out of the room yelling "Lovi~! Don't ever ignore Boss okay!" Which was quickly followed by "The fuck is wrong with you Toni? H-hey! Let me go you fucking asshole! Somebody fucking help me! Stop fucking laughing Alfred, it's not funny!"
Francis chuckled at his friend and smirked at Gilbert. "Oh, I think I hear little Alfred coming now~! I'll be off, adieu~!" Francis left the room, after giving Alfred a light smack on his ass, grinning lewdly like a fool. "Hey Gil!" Alfred yelled a little bit too loud with a light blush on his cheeks. "Sup Alfie," Gilbert smirked at the blond as he fidgeted in front of him, the blush spreading across his cheeks. "So, uh, what you said up there…was it the truth?" Gilbert shrugged. "You tell me." Suddenly, Gilbert was just inches away from Alfred's lips and captured them. Alfred wasted no time hesitating, and responded just as passionate, out of breath and lust filled, the nations grinned at each other the same thought filling their minds before pulling the other to an empty room.
The poetry slam went on, trying desperately to ignore the moans coming from backstage and holding off a certain British gentleman from killing a certain silver haired Prussian. "Next up is Yong Soo…," Kiku said warily, "with a short poem…" The south Korean bounded up to the stage with a grin. "ALL YOUR BREASTS BELONG TO ME! AND EVERYTHING CAME FROM KOREA! THANK YOU!" Kiku sighed, why did he even think that hosting a poetry slam would be a good idea?
AN: I had wrote this poem (The one Prussia read not really SK's) during class and was thinking about presenting it in our poetry slam at school, but I'm not too sure about it ^^;. If you feel confused on anything in this story don't be afraid to message me, oh and in line 6, yup Russia I'm talking about you!
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Uh are those kol's I'm hearing. 0_o oh shit, I'm sorry Russia!