under the table

[dulcanea]

title: under the table
rating: safe for all ages yo
genre: fluff wth is fluff even a genre
cast: prussia and oc!greenland... maybe
a/n: replaced some "w" with "v"
trans.: "lippika suersaq" is my lovely greenland's name. "verdammt" means "dammit". "fräulein" means woman in german. "mon vieux" and "femme violente" is "pal/buddy" and "violent girl" - gtranslate. lolz you know the rest.

"Liebeling!" The cocky and arrogant Prussian called his liebeling. "Lieeebe!"

His 'liebeling' - the almighty Lippika Suersaq - didn't even respond. Alfred and Francis snickered as Mr. Oh-I'm-so-awesome-I-can't-even-contain-my-awesome-self pouted and sneaked behind his so-said-liebeling.

"For the 37268th time, Gilbert Beilschmidt, I am NOT your liebeling so stop calling me with that!" Hel yelled as she hit Gilbert right in his stomach, causing him to scream to the top of his lungs due to the agonizing pain. "Oh and why don't you just fuck off."

"No need to be so mean, fräulein! Just vhy did you have to be so violent, mein gott!" Gilbert groaned and held his stomach.

"Tsk, mi amigo, one does not simply act lovey-dovey with this señorita!" Antonio Carriedo laughed happily as he patted Lippika's back. "It's a good thing I am an amigo of Lippika,"

"No, Antonio." Lippika said dryly. "You're not my amigo; you're just lucky I don't want to punch you in the face just because."

"It's so unfair, geez!" Gilbert yelled again. "I didn't even touch you!"

"Everything is fair in love and war, Gil." She smirked victoriously. "Except there's no love in my game."

"Verdammt, fräu! Ve're not even involved in some kind of var or something!"

The woman just laughed evilly and walked away, leaving Francis, Antonio, Alfred and Gilbert. The latter groaned as he stood up, still holding his poor stomach.

"Mon vieux, stop messing around with that femme violente. It's for your own sake." Francis patted Gilbert's head. "You're going to be hurt... a lot."

"Your warning is late, Francis, very very late." Alfred laughed loudly. "This here won't even stand a chance against Lippika! I mean who coulda handle that kind of devilish girl...!"

A "JONES I HEARD THAT YOU'RE NEXT" could be heard from their place; Alfred lost all colors in his face.

"Omfg." he whispered. "Gottagokbye!!!!"

And with that he ran for his life.

Francis and Antonio followed Alfred to see where'd he gone to, leaving Gilbert alone in the classroom.

"Ugh," he groaned again. "how can I possibly get her...!"

;

The library. Lippika was resting peacefully on a rather large table. It was already 6 PM so she assumed that the library was empty already. In her possession was a history book and a self-help book, even though she wasn't planning to read it soon.

"...fuckthisilldoit."

Lippika heard a familiar voice mumbling something. She opened her left eye and a sudden realization came.

Gilbert Motherfucking Beilschmidt.

What could he possibly want?

The Albino appeared in front of her. She raised an eyebrow, maintaining her cold expression despite her curiosity. Well who wouldn't? Hearing the Prussian curse in English rapidly - which meant he was somewhy nervous...

"Lippika."

"Hn."

"Can't you properly ansver me verdammt..." Gilbert sighed.

"I'll do what I want, Mr. Unawesome." Lippika retorted. "What do you want?"

Gilbert looked at her intensely, making her shrug uncomfortably. She avoided Gil's gaze, somehow feeling nervous.

"Ich--"

"GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT!"

Both od the could tell that the voice was Elizaveta Héderváry's. The Hungarian lady was probably hunting for Gil and somehow found her way to the library, where Gilbert was..."

"Quick, under the table!" The albino dragged Lippika to hide under the large table. "Save your questions for later, fräu!"

Lippika sighed; still, he obeyed Gilbert. They remained silent until Eli said,

"Mmm, pretty sure he went this way before! Gotta look on the other places," she said.

And with that, the door was closed. Gil sighed happily and turned to face Lippika; he was no longer nervous.

"Do you love me, fräu?" He asked with a big grin on his face, looking confident.

"What. The. Motherfucking. Hell." She said with a pause after every word. "What did you say?"

"You heard me!" He laughed cockily. "You do, eh, fräu?"

"I don't."

"You do!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You do and I know it HA!"

"No I don't, you bloody bastard--!"

"Yesyesyes!"

"Nonononononononono Gilbert. No. Ugh."

"No?"

"No-- yes-- uh I mean--" Lippika stuttered as her face turned red. "Don't get me wrong, you idiot, I-- mmm!"

Gilbert kissed her happily with a smirk on his face. His hands were on top of hers, drawing nonexistent circles to relax her. Soon he pulled of.

"It's okay, fräu, in fact it's good. Because I do, too." He smiled lovingly. No, it wasn't his usual cocky grin.

Lippika didn't say anything. Instead, he looked to the floor and tapped it with his index finger.

"...just don't goof around and call me liebe,"
 
lol ofc this is crappy