Warnings for violence, language, sex, abuse, human nations, Fem!Austria, Mangary, angst, and references to PTSD. Pairing is PruAus with past HunAus

Gilbert Belischmidt never thought writing a personal add would be so hard. He sat in front of a blank computer screen and let out a sigh. He was a lonely man, ever since returning from battle wounded, he felt like he was all alone in the world. Sure, he had his younger brother, his two best friends, but, it just seemed he needed something more to get through this dark place. So, Antonio and Francis, thought it would be a great idea to sign their friend up to a online dating service. Apparently, a nice woman or man would cure his alignments, make him forget about everything he saw. But, who would want a broken man, his right leg was completely messed up thanks to stepping on a land mind, he was lucky to still have it attached. He had to walk with a cane, a young man already using a man, who would want that? Not to mention the nightmares he had every night, the depression, the fits of rage.

Anyways, what was he suppose to write on this stupid profile? Should he just tell the truth? Lie a bit? Or maybe just give this all up. He knew his friends would never let him live it down if he didn't even write a profile, so, he decided to just write the first thing that came to his mind.

My name's Gilbert Belischmidt, I'm 23 years old, and a Marine veteran. I served in the German army since I graduated from high school at 18. I unfortunately was wounded in action, and got a honorable discharge. Really, I'm just looking for someone who can deal with a man whose been through hell and back. I just want someone to be with me, I'll do whatever romantic crap you want. If for some reason this sounded appealing to you, just…I guess…send me a message.

With that, he submitted the profile and sat back in his computer chair, deciding to go with the screen name 'Black Eagle'. He always considered himself more Prussian than German, so, it was only fitting. "I doubt any sane person is ever going to answer to this." He mumbled to himself, opening up another beer can.

A few days later, Gilbert decided to check his computer, honestly he wasn't expecting anything, after the last few days, he got a few crazy chicks, but nothing interesting. But, when he clicked on his profile, he was surprised to see one single message. Tentatively he clicked on it, seeing a long message written out addressed to him.

[From: Piano_Girl]

Um…guten tag…I'm terrible at writing these things. I read your profile…und…I guess it really touched my heart. Mein vater was actually a military man himself, along with my cousin. Anyways, my name is Sophie Edelstein, I'm a concert pianist, and just got out of a rather bad marriage. I'm 22, from Vienna Austria, and attended the university there. I'll admit, I'm probably not someone you really want. I really just want to find someone who I can be with, who won't hurt me, cheat on me, someone who can be my friend a long with my lover.

Gilbert had to blink after he finished reading the post. Someone wanted to be with him, and from the picture she had up, she was beautiful. A picture of her by her piano, wearing a elegant purple dress, her chestnut hair loosely curled, hanging down by her shoulders. She defiantly had a womanly figure, curves in all the right places, and a rather supple bosom, what could he say, he was a breast man. A smile came to his lips, and he attempted to think of something charming to right back to her.

[From: BlackEagle]

Guten tag, I'm actually surprised such a beautiful fraulein would consider talking to someone like me. If you're interested in dealing with a man like myself, perhaps you'd be interested in dinner tonight? If you're free that is? If not, maybe this weekend? I know a nice restaurant in Berlin called 'Haus' perhaps we can meet at 7?

Gilbert bit his lower lip as he sent the message, wondering if the girl was actually going to agree to go out with him. He took a big gulp from his beer can as he waited for a response. His little brother claimed he was an alcoholic, that was ridiculous, he didn't drink all the time.

While he was busy contemplating that, a message popped up on his screen.

[From: Piano_Girl]

I'd love to, I'm actually visiting Berlin for a concert, so, I shouldn't be too far away. My profile picture isn't too clear, I'll be wearing a red rose in my hair.

[From: BlackEagle]

Wunderbar, I'll find a red rose somewhere and put it on my jacket. Just look for the guy who probably isn't dressed nice enough for this place.

Gilbert really didn't want to mention anything about his leg. She already knew, and, he didn't want to point it out anymore than he had to. He knew he had a goofy smile on his face, and, he was silently thanking his friends for setting him up this profile.

[From: Piano_Girl]

I'm sure you'll look fine, I'll see you tonight at seven. Until then, I can't wait to meet you.

[From: BlackEagle]

I honestly can't wait beautiful.

He decided he had to add on some charm, as he slowly stood up to get ready. He had to get her some flowers or something, he had to impress this girl. So, he grabbed his cane and made his way over to his room, trying something nice to wear for his date tonight. Before the war, before the injury, Gilbert was a pretty big womanizer. He'd go out with several women every week, usually behind one of the other's backs. He'd been a cheater, a man who just took everything he had for granted. Ludwig, his little brother, said he should look at his injury as a good thing, it had helped him change. Really, he just thought that was all bullshit.

The Prussian took in a deep breath as he entered the restaurant. His leg was really acting up today, so, he couldn't get around without his cane, something he truly loathed. On his way to the café, he bought his date some violets, it reminded him of her eyes, and he thought that was romantic enough. He had also bought a single red rose to pin to his blazer, knowing that's what the Austrian would be looking for.

It didn't take long to find her, perhaps because she was the most gorgeous woman in the room. Wearing a light pink dress, with a red rose pinned in her chestnut locks.

"Guten tag, Sophie Edelstein I presume?" He asked, handing the brunette the bouquet of violets.

The Austrian smiled and nodded her head. "Ja, und, these are beautiful, danke schon." She said, taking the flowers in her arms. She smiled warmly and showed the way to a table she had reserved for them. "This place I beautiful, danke for recommending it." Sophie said, biting on her lip nervously. This was the first date she had gone on since her divorce.

"Hey, don't be scared, we are just here to have fun ja?" Gilbert said, giving the woman a reassuring smile, gently placing his hand on top of hers.

Sophie nodded her head and took in a deep breath. "Sorry, this is just the first time I've gone out since my divorce. My ex-husband…well… he wasn't a very nice man." The brunette said, looking down at the table.

"Sophie, before we start this…anything…you need to know that I'm…not perfect either." Gilbert admitted. "My leg is messed up to hell, but, you knew that part. But, I have to battle depression, und some time my post traumatic stress disorder causes me to get angry…"

Sophie smiled and shrugged. "I'm not perfect either, I have an insane ex-husband, und not the greatest self esteem in the world. If I had my way, I would just play my piano all day long, und not have to worry about anything else." She admitted.

The two sat silent for a moment, it was obvious they were both wounded, but, maybe they could heal those wounds for each other.

Translations:

Guten tag = hello

Wunderbar = Wonderful

Und = and

Danke schon = Thank you very much.

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