Day 6~In-Laws~Christmas Pains~Germany/Prussia/HetaliaGermanyXReader with an interfering Prussia. No, I don't think Prussia is this bad, but I could see him being annoying and I've always wanted to throw a pie, so this is me living vicariously through my story :) Sixth part in the pains of Christmas series I'm doing based on this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5c1joIUH8wk
The sixth thing of Christmas that's such a pain to me…facing my in-laws.
It was the afternoon of your first Christmas as Mrs. [Name] Beilschmidt, a seemingly joyful occasion. However, a certain brother-in-law was turning it into a Christmas nightmare. You loved Ludwig with all your heart, but if there was one thing you could change about him, it would be his family. In particular his older brother, Gilbert. You didn’t know if Gilbert was jealous, raised by ruffians, or naturally a prick. It didn’t matter. Your last shred of hospitality and etiquette was slowly but surely slipping away along with your sanity.
“And then I said, it’s because I’m awesome that’s why! Kesesese~” Gilbert’s thousandth tale about his “awesomeness” wound to a close with another bout of shrill laughter. You cringed, and gripped your fork so hard it bent. “Now,” Gilbert directed his gaze toward you, “my dear wench-in-law, I think it’s about time for some pie!”
You stood up suddenly, chair screeching backwards across the floor. Ludwig, sensing your darkening aura, hastily tried to diffuse the situation.
“Gilbert, how about we go, um, take the dogs out before dessert?” He asked hurriedly, glaring at his brother, praying he would take the hint.
But it would take a lot more than prayer to produce such a miracle as Gilbert getting the message for once.
“Later, the awesome me needs pie. Wench-in-law!” He yelled deafeningly, even though you were still standing right there. You slowly turned, head down, and walked into the kitchen without a word. You picked up the pumpkin pie you had slaved over for hours, admiring the perfectly browned, homemade crust for the last time. It was a shame you weren’t going to get to eat it, but this pie had a much greater destiny. You turned, face innocent, and carefully said the title you had been waiting to use for the last two hours. “Here’s your pie, jackass-in-law.”
“[Name]!” Ludwig called helplessly as the pie flew from your hand and straight into the face of a dumbstruck Gilbert.
“Oh don’t sound so broken up, Ludi~,” you said ominously, turning to grin at your husband, “I’ll just bake us another pie later. The ‘most awesome asshole’ obviously deserved this one all to himself!” You joyfully pranced back over to your spot at the table, Ludwig gazing on in astonishment.
Meanwhile, Gilbert was still frozen in shock. Pie slid down his face to plop on the floor, the only noise in the tense silence.
“So,” you asked, striving to sound as sincere as possible, “how’s the pie?”
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