Prussia X Fem!Sweden

Requested by AnimeApprentice! :D

I also would like to thank the amazing Hetabee for giving me some scenario ideas since braining isn't my thing. And I don't even think that 'braining' is a real word.

Anyway, in that story Fem!Sweden will be called Ellinor cause that's a pretty name, but at first I wanted her to have a name beggining by 'B' but unfortunately I only found 'Berett', and that didn't fit at all, so...if she already has a canon name just tell me so that I can change it. And I may as well warn you that Ellinor will talk normally.

Gilbert Beilschmidt was one of those totally crazy fanboys that would do anything to meet their idol. The Prussian was the typical '#1 Fan' person, with at least 10 t-shirts, 6 posters, 36325 stickers and a phone case of his favorite singer. All of this because two years ago, he had totally fallen for the beautiful Ellinor Oxenstierna, wich had an incredible singing voice and face features. The albino's dream was to meet her in person, like meeting the 'real' her, talk to Ellinor in an everyday life context. Just like all the crazy fans, he knew that he would probably just mumble some words and pass out like a teenage girl, but it's not every day that you meet your absolutely favorite singer/band.

One day, as he was wasting his life on the computer watching fat people fails, Gilbert came across a banner with Ellinor's face on it and golden words saying 'YOU COULD WIN A DAY WITH ELLINOR - CLICK HERE TO PARTICIPATE TO CONTEST'.

Squealing out in excitation, the Prussian almost flipped his computer in the air and immediately clicked on the banner. The contest was easy, he just had to film himself singing one of the Swedish woman's hits and he could win what he had always wanted to win! Only problem was that he wasn't really good at singing, but Gilbert was still confident; he was way too awesome to loose this contest! Closing his Hetatube page, the man got up from his chair and went to another room to pick up his camera. He set it on top of a pile of books and pressed on the 'REC' button as he cleared his throat, then he placed himself in front of his camera, ready to shine.

Some days later (about 3), the albino was playing Temple Run on his phone when he heard a "YOU'RE AWESOME!" coming from said phone. Ah, sounds like he just received a new mail. Closing the app he was in, Gilbert pressed on his Mail icon, looked at his new mail...

...and freaking fell off his bed with a high-pitched scream that broke the mirror to his left.

HE WON.

GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT FUCKING WON THE CONTEST.

HE WOULD MEET ELLINOR OXENSTIERNA FOR REAL!

Nearly starting to cry from the shock, the Prussian held his phone with shaking hands as he finished to read the details concerning the place and time of the meeting. Looks like she would receive him at her private cottage in Sweden in two days. Oh my God, the photo of the said cottage (wich has been attached to the mail) was so pretty, with a greenish color, the lake behind and the sunset with pink clouds in the background. That was going to be the day of his life for sure. His mind was already going wild about what could happen there: romantic dinner, giving her a pretty flower bouquet, taking her a on tour of the lake on a gondola; he surely wasn't affraid of looking like a total creep.

So, for the next two days, Gilbert did a single ONE thing for hours.

Practicing pick-up lines in front of his stuffed animals plushies.

"Are you Austria? Cause I sure want to seize your vital regions!"

Poor stuffed animals, all they could do is stay there and listen to him.

On the grand day, the Prussian was so excited he couldn't even focuss on the road in front of him as he drove towards the airport. He almost got arrested twice for speed limit excess and for the obnoxious music booming in his car. He didn't care, he just wanted to meet Ellinor. Parking his car as much as he could with shaky hands, Gilbert got off his car and ran inside the airport with his backpack over one shoulder, his passport in a hand and a Pepsi can in the other. A couple of time later, his plane took off.

SOON. SOON HE'D MEET HER.

Silently waiting in a car in front of the Stockholm Arlanda airport, a young woman was toying with her earring, her mind wondering somewhere else. So, when would the contest winner arrive? She was starting to feel lonely, even more than usual. Anyway, the winner would probably be one of those teenage girls with that shitty attitude Ellinor didn't like at all and would be wearing a shirt with her face on it. Why did her manager even organized such a stupid contest?

The Swede's train of thoughts got interrupted when her car driver knocked on her window to tell her the winner was there. A few seconds later, an overly-excited Gilbert jumped on the seat besides her with a squeal. Oh well, it wasn't a teen, but he was still wearing a shirt with her face on it. Goddammit. Once the Prussian calmed down and introduced hinself after shouting a lot of compliments and hugging her tightly, the car left the airport to go to the singer's cottage.

"ELLINOR I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IM SITTING NEXT TO YOU RIGHT NOW."

"..."

"I LOVE ALL OF YOUR SONGS."

"..."

"I BOUGHT YOU A FLOWER BOUQUET."

This time, the blonde woman did look at him with an unreadable look on her stern face. Gilbert put a pretty flower bouquet on the Swede's tighs with the biggest smile he could make. Ellinor blinked and picked the flowers up to smell their sweet aroma. She smiled in her head. With a head move, she thanked her fan.

"They're very pretty."

"So are you!" the albino said with a wink.

At that moment, he swore he had just saw the faintest blush on her cheeks.

"Here we are." Ellinor announced when the car stopped in front of a cottage.

Wow, it looked just like the picture that has been sent to Gilbert three days ago! Said guy got out of the car and rushed to open the door to the singer. The driver wished him a good day and he left, leaving the Swede and the Prussian alone.

"Well, let's go inside, I guess."

"Anything you want, cutie!"

"Stop that." Ellinor scolded him as she unlocked the door with one hand, the other one being busy with holding the bouquet.

The inside was beautiful and so typically Swedish, Gilbert stood in the door frame for a moment, nodding for no reason, until the blonde woman told him to close the door. She dissappeared in a room, leaving the male alone. Meanwhile she was gone, the red-eyed man was thinking of what he could ask her when they would discuss, like if she liked being famous, if she had a private jet, etc.

He absolutetly wasn't prepared for what he saw when he snapped out of his daydreaming.

Ellinor Oxenstierna was standing there, wearing one of those ugly sweaters with white patterns on it and old jeans. She had changed up from her shiny silver dress to this, and she was holding a vase with the flowers inside. Gilbert didn't know what to do, so he just said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Do you like being famous...?"

The woman put the vase on her round table and stared at the Prussian through her glasses with a seemingly annoyed and strangely sad face.

"Please, don't be that kind of fan. I don't want to talk about my singing career."

"Huh? What?" the male asked, confused. "Isn't this why I am here for?"

"I don't want to put on a mask on, just like I do when I perform, so I'd prefer if you just considered me as a new 'friend' rather than a world-known star."

Shocked and even more confused, the albino just stared at Ellinor with a mindfucked face. The singer sat down at her table with a glass of water in a hand and drank it slowly. Still unsure about what to do, Gilbert finally ended up sitting next to her, waiting for her to finish her glass of water before trying to understand.

"What do you mean by 'put on a mask'?"

"You wouldn't get it." Ellinor mumbled as she crossed her arms and looked away.

"Oh, please, explain to meeee!"

"Fine. The Ellinor you see on TV and on posters is not me. This is not how I really am. I'm shy and serious, not always singing and making people believe I'm happy with my money."

"So...you're sad?..."

"Not sad, just lonely. I would like to meet someone who isn't completly obessed by my appearance, or money, or fame. I need someone normal. Yet I never found one."

"Why don't you just tell the world who you really are and what you're looking for?"

The Swede frowned and pulled on her sleeve.

"It's not that easy. People would say 'oh, she's never satisfied with anything, isn't she already rich and famous, she had to ask for more, what a whiner!' and they would stop loving me and I would feel more lonely than I am right now."

Gilbert was shocked. Who knew this day would turn out like that? He was right there, listening to his absolutely favorite artist talking about how lonely she was like they were friends! And boy, she looked so sad. He was almost tempted to hug her again and tell her it would be alright. Maybe that's what she needed, a hug? The Prussian jumped on his chair to come closer to the blonde beauty.

"Wh-"?

"Hey there." Gilbert chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her slender shoulders. "I figured out you needed to get comforted. I may have behaved like a fucktard at the airport, but you know, I understand what makes you sad."

He took a break to decide what he could say to her. Maybe she would shove him away or get even sadder. Carefully, he stroked her shiny blonde hair. Ellinor didn't react, she just kept on staring at her empty glass.

"Sorry if I act like a weirdo, but you are beautiful, everyone can see it. But that's not because of that that I started to like you. That's because your song lyrics were inspiring and damn great. I really don't care about how rich or god-tier pretty you can be, all I see now is your personnality. Your real personnality."

"That's...is that really what you think...or you just saying this to impress me?"

"Why would I try to show off in front of a singer like you? Hehe. I like you, please believe me."

Gilbert put a hand under her chin and made her lift her head to look at him. Her turquoise eyes were staring into his, and the Prussian smiled from ear to ear as he put her hair behind her ear and brushed her lips with his.

"Gil-"

"Shhh, just let me..." the male laughed as he put his lips over the singer's and gave her a surprisingly tender kiss.

Blushing, Ellinor tried to break the kiss, but her head wouldn't move. This man, as excited and ego-overflowing as he could be, still managed to make a happy feeling grow in her mind. She hugged him back and returned the kiss with shyness. Gilbert mentally started to scream to himself 'DUDE YOU'RE TOO AWESOME YOU'RE KISSING A STAR' and he knew that day had been a new success in his epic life.