Rich! Prussia x Rich! Reader Fanfic

by peachtreeglee

You are a young woman living with her very wealthy almost empty nest parents. Although you haven't had any social interactions with boys other than your brothers, you are being forced to get married to a man you have not met. Slowly, after a terrible event, you find yourself easing into this "marriage" with the one and only Gilbert Beilschmidt. REVIEW FAVORITE HAPPY KISA

2. Chapter 2

Rich! Prussia x Rich! Reader Part 2

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You sigh.

You were on your way to the Beilschmidt's house for, as your mother called it, apology brunch.

You wore a neat blouse and skirt, with your hair in a pretty plait.

Your ride approached the Beildschmidt house and you stepped out, with the grace only a person of wealth possesses. Today, though not sure why, you were ready for business.

The butler who opens the door is a butler- a new one.

"Master Ludwig and Master Gilbert are upstairs, Miss."

You bow your head promptly and thank him.

You walk unaccompanied up the stairs up to the second (out of 4) floors. You hear splashing sounds from a room, which it's purpose was not disclosed at this very time, so you opened it.

"Frau!" There. He. Was. In. The. Bath.

"GILBERT! THERE iS A LADY COMING ANY MINUTE! YOU BETTER BE DECENT!" Ludwig breaks into the bathroom and you can't move.

Sigh.

Your eyes are stuck on the steaming Prussian. "Fraulein, we should wait until marriage, don't you think?"

"GILBERT!" Ludwig shrieks.

You're dragged out by Ludwig, you still can't move, and you are set on the nice couch in the parlor, where brunch is being set out.

In a few minutes, Gilbert emerged, clad in nice slacks and a red button-up.

You sit up frantically, straightening your skirt and feeling your face go hot.

No, not hot. Lightly scalding.

"E-eh, I'm sorry Gilbert." You stammer.

"it's fine, Y/N. Don't worry about it."

"B-but!" You stand up, in a rush and you feel warm arms wrap around you.

"I wasn't joking when I said I wouldn't mind you as my wife someday." Gilbert whispers and his lips graze your ear. Ludwig waits at the door frame, tapping his foot.

"You were here for me yesterday, and I am so thankful for that."

You nod and bury your head in his chest, hoping Ludwig can't see.

"But, for now, let's eat."

Your out of his arms in a flash, and he goes to sit down at the table.

Your face is a strawberry red, and although everything remains normal otherwise- the Beilschmidt's sitting at the table and beckoning you over to join them- a smirk resides on the albino's face..

You walk with shaky legs to the table and Gilbert smiles when you sit by him.

"Let's just eat, already!" Ludwig seeths.

You nod and begin to eat, when you feel a strong hand on your knee.

"O-Oi! Gilbert, quit it." You whisper.

He looks at his plate, un-interested. His hand still stays on your leg.

The rest of brunch is uneventful, though Gilbert's hand remained on your leg the entire time.

When it was time to go, Gilbert walked you out.

"Gilbert?"

"Yes, Y/N?" Gilbert turns around.

"Why was your hand on my leg during brunch?"

Gilbert's face contorted.

"I guess it's just nice to know that you aren't going anywhere."

You just stood there, breathless.