You remember me saying in the previous chappie that only countries who know each other personally use human names? Gilbo, obviously breaks all the rules XD

I still do not own Hetalia :(

Chapter 3

"Yo, Layla!" A voiced said as you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder.

"Hello, Prussia."

It has been 3 days since you met your "escape buddy" and already he was invading your personal space.

"Don't be so formal, girly. Call me Gilbert or The Awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!"

You ignored his last statement.

"Prussia, may I ask why you are ruining my morning walk?"

"I thought you needed some awesome company!" He grinned, "And that's why I'm here!"

This time you ignored him completely. Looking away and not speaking to him. Silence fell between you both. You thought he had gotten bored and went away until -

"You know what I think? I think that it is about time you stop ignoring me. Let's say we engage in a meaningless conversation."

Once again, you pretended you couldn't hear him, continuing your morning walk as if you were alone. And that was why you jumped when he suddenly whispered into your ear. His lips almost touching it.

"Hey, baby. Will you reject me if I try and pick you up? Cause if I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together." He said seductively.

You shoved him.

"Are you flirting with me?" You said, mad that you were blushing like crazy.

"Is it working?" He asked. His cocky grin plastered on his face.

"No."

"Then I totally am! Come on, don't you think I have a chance with you?"

"Hell would freeze over once I even start to consider going out with you." You said haughtily with a smirk that exactly mirrors his.

You couldn't believe what happened next.

His lips met yours, softly at first but grew harsher when you didn't respond. He bit your lower lip and as you gasped, slipped his tongue into your mouth, one hand around your waist while another on the back of your neck as if to prevent you from moving away.

And the worst part: You started kissing him back. You felt his smirk against your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer.

It was a full minute later before you both separated, slighting panting over the heat of the kiss. You looked at Gilbert.

He was still smirking.

His crimson eyes met yours.

"You say that now, but soon, you'll change your mind."

You heard the door slam behind you.

Thank God he was gone.

You looked up from your paperwork, stretching your arms above your head, trying to persuade yourself to continue working.

You couldn't. You were still thinking of him.

Gilbert.

You weren't lying to him when you said he followed you back to your hotel room. You just didn't tell him the details after that. You were thankful that you stopped it before it went too far. Otherwise this morning would be even weirder.

He was seriously drunk last night but apparently not drunk enough to not recognize you. As soon as he saw you, he started flirting with you as he had done when you first met. Rejection, curses and gestures were exchanged. Good thing the official wasn't there…

One thing led to another and before you knew it, you both were making out in your hotel bedroom, tongues wrestling for dominance. Eventhough you both have been separated for 2 years, you still remember each other's sensitive spots. You were below him as he proceeded to bite the sensitive area where your neck met your shoulder. You knew that you should put a stop to it but you simply couldn't.

You missed how he made you feel.

You missed his touch.

You missed him.

As he nibbled your neck, one of his hands went up your top, groping your breast through your lacy bra, making you moan. "I love your top," He growled as he continued his suction up your neck and started biting your ear, "But I'll love it better on the floor." You smiled despite yourself. That corny attempt at seduction making you love him more.

That one night and everything you did to make yourself forget about him was gone. You hated how he had this effect on you.

As he placed his hands on your waist you felt a cold draft as your shirt was slowly lifted. At that moment, your mind snapped. No! You slapped his hand away and yelled, "Get off me you fucking drunk!"

You did the right thing.

Right?

Thank God he doesn't remember anything.

But thank God he didn't forget...

A/N My headcannon says that Gilly uses corny pick-up lines, ok? Don't judge meh! D:

For now, this series is considered complete.

But I may pick it up in the future. Maybe.

Thanks to everyone reading!