Prussia x Reader - Lost in Leipzig

Lost in Leipzig

Prussia x Reader

You walked the clean tiled floors of the Hauptbahnhof Promenaden, supposedly one the best modern shopping locations in Germany, designed with one-hundred forty shops total. You were aimlessly wandering around, clueless as to where you were headed. It had always been your life's dream to go to Germany, and, working for many hard years at a low-wage job back in your home town, you had finally saved up enough money to make your dream finally come true.

It had been great so far – once you had gotten off the train in the Leipzig Central Station, you had stumbled upon the gigantic mall that was housed within the large station. There were so many stores, and it was hard for you to decide which one you wanted to go in first – all of the store fronts were littered with beautiful, eye-catching clothing and various tourist-attracting trinkets.

You were finished shopping (you hadn't actually purchased anything, just browsed), and exited the Central Station through two large glass doors that led out into the open street, checking your watch, which read eight o'clock PM, as you did so.

As soon as you stepped outside you looked up from your watch, and it was then that you realized that you had absolutely no idea where you were. Standing there, you thought for a second. You had made reservations to a hotel, you thought it was called something like the... Steakandburger Grandhotel Handleshove... or something. But you had no idea where it was even located at.

You looked around yourself at the people surrounding your still body, all walking past, a rock in a fluent stream. There had to be someone who knew where your hotel was. Thinking no more, your arm flashed out and you tapped the shoulder of the first person you saw passing, an older man with a dark brown hat.

The older man and turned to you and raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Ja?"

"Eh..." You had to search your mind for some German, but you could only come up with a greeting. "G-guten Tag... Do you know where my hotel is at? It's called the –"

The man shook his head, cutting you off with rapid German. "Entschuldigung ich spreche kein Englisch." He tipped his hat, and then hurriedly disappeared back into the river of people.

You sighed, looking down. Trying not to be discouraged, you tried again on another person. This time it was a woman in her middle-ages, with wide blues eyes. Again, she cut you off in a rapid rush of German, and rushed off.

Again you tried, and once more. No one could understand you. By now it was almost nine o'clock, and you were starting to get more than frantic as the constant crowds started to vanish. You knew how big cities like this got at night, how all the crime seemed to be encouraged by the darkness, how prostitutes roamed the street corners, looking to hook up with anyone that would spare five bucks, how gang members would get you alone in an abandoned alleyway and take advantage of you. Just thinking of these possibilities made you almost tear up.

Your breathing increased, and tears welled up in your eyes. Oh God, oh no, you didn't want to be alone in the middle of freaking Germany, where no one could even understand you, having a breakdown. No, no, no! Your heart raced even more, speeding up, until, until –

You cracked.

"Doesn't anyone speak English?!" You screamed, screamed to the Heavens, all of the tears you had tried to hold back coming forth, running down your cheeks.

The remaining groups of people that were still out on the street walking – probably club-bouncing – stopped and stared at you for a second, no doubt bewildered at your outburst, before continuing on their merry way.

Exhausted from crying, your eye sight still blurred from the salty water, you sat down, right there in the middle of the sidewalk. You took in a shuddering breath, trying to recoop. Closing your eyes tight, you tried to concentrate on what you were going to do. Your phone was dead, so you couldn't call anyone, and now it was so late that –

"Hey, I speak English, Fraulein."

You opened you eyes, and jumped at the man kneeling before you. In your distress, you hadn't even heard anyone come up next to you. Blinking your eyes of any excess tears, you took a closer look at him.

He was an albino man, who looked to be around your age. His snowy white hair was messy, and his pale skin only gave more effect to his gleaming red eyes. His lips were pulled up in a smirk, but even so he looked friendly enough. Especially when he was the only person who you had found to speak English in over two hours, your only chance at making it to the hotel that night.

"O-oh. Well, I was wondering if you knew where the, um, Steakandburger Grandhotel Handleshove is? I've been kinda lost...."

The albino snickered oddly, standing up and offering you his hand. You took it, and he effortlessly pulled you up in one smooth tug. "Do you mean the Steigenberger Grandhotel Handelshof?"

Standing up, you could see that he was at least a head taller than you, and that he was very lean, though by the way he pulled you up you could tell that muscles were not absent. He dressed simply, and slightly punkish, with jeans full of holes and rips and a black T-shirt. A chain was wrapped around his neck, but whatever was on the end of it disappeared beneath the hem of his shirt.

You met his eyes and nodded, a bit unsure. "That must've been what it was called, I guess. Sorry, I don't really speak German."

The male laughed. "Good thing I found you, Fraulein, jailbait like you wouldn't've made it one night out here on the streets alone."

You furrowed your brows together, frowning. "I'm not jailbait, dude. And I would've been fine!" You crossed your arms, as if that proved your point further.

The albino quirked a brow, smiling a bit. "Rawr. Different than you were a second ago. Feisty. I like."

You took a deep breath, trying not to be frustrated with your only hope. "Whatever, I'm just tired, okay? I'm sorry. So, could you give me directions to the hotel, please?" You uncrossed your arms, looking defeated.

The albino man looked at you for a second before finally nodding slightly. "Fine, fine. Well, first, you go west on Thomaskirchhof, so that you're going toward Dittrichring. Take a right when you get there. Then you take the first left you see to stay on – … you're not going to remember any of this, are you?"

You had been staring at him blankly the whole time, and so you shook your head. "It's like you're speaking another language," you tried to lamely joke (a joke you had remembered back home when someone was talking technical).

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Of course. Well? Would you like me to take you there?" He smirked, his eyes meeting yours, and for a second you thought you felt your heart flutter.

"S-sure. Thanks."

Suddenly you felt him grab your left hand, leading you away. You stumbled a tiny bit to keep up with his longer strides as the two of you went down the street a few blocks, and then turned a corner. This part of the city was less dense, hardly anyone walking around, but it didn't look like any shady part of town yet. While most of the buildings and skyscrapers in the city's centre had looked so modern, the infrastructures here looked older, restored and also preserved.

After a few minutes of walking and turning onto different streets, you broke the awkward silence that filled the air between you two. "Is you holding my hand really necessary now? I mean, I don't even know you." You glanced down at your connected palms, hands that seemed to so fit perfectly, it was weird.

The man snickered oddly again. "Of course it's necessary, Fraulein. Wouldn't want you to get lost. And I'm Gilbert, by the way. I'm not a stranger anymore, ha!"

Gilbert, you thought, chewing the name over in your head, nice name. "I'm ______."

"Pretty," Gilbert stated.

More moments of silence went as you turned another corner. You could feel Gilbert glancing at you constantly, and your face heated up. Finally, he spoke up, and you looked over at him. "What's your favorite song by them?"

You gave him a confused look. "What?"

With his free hand, he pointed to your chest. You looked down to see what he was talking about – your "Oomph!" T-shirt. Oh. "Oh. Well I like 'Ich will dich nie mehr sehen'. Don't know what it really means, but I like it."

Gilbert looked in your eyes, looking deadly serious, squeezing your hand firmly. "I never want to see you again."

Eyes widening, you stared at him, incredulously. "W-what? Why? Did I do something wro– "

Gilbert started bursting out laughing, tears springing to his eyes he was laughing so hard. You were still staring wide at him, even more confused. After a moment, he stopped laughing. "Fraulein, Fraulein, that's the name of the song. But you seriously bought it! Gott, I was just messing around, but, wow! You believed me. You're too cute~ Seriously~"

Now you glared hard at him, refusing the urge to dig your nails into the back of his hand. "Gilbert. Not cool, bro. I seriously believed you." You looked away, somewhat embarrassed, and a bit hurt.

Gilbert frowned, giving you a sad look. "I know, I'm sorry, ______. I just couldn't help it... You're really cute when you look confused, though. I won't do it again."

God, Gilbert is being truly truthful, and not full of himself. I guess his mood changes just as quick as mine, you thought ironically. "Okay, I forgive you. … Are we almost to the hotel?" You checked your watch, and saw that it was past ten-thirty.

Gilbert smirked again. "When we turn again up here, you'll see it!"

At the next street, it was the first thing you saw. It was tan, with many stories upon stories layering each other. While you were staring at it, going into your own dimension of thoughts, you could vaguely feel Gilbert pulling you through the entry doors that led into the brightly-lit lobby.

You came back into reality as the two of you walked to the front desk, Gilbert letting your hand go, which you... sort of... regretted. A bored man was sitting behind the desk, and looked up at you. "Ja?" He said in monotone.

You stepped up closer to the counter. "Um, yes, I made a reservation under ________."

The man stared blankly at you. "Was?"

Gilbert tapped your shoulder, and you turned to him. "______, he can't understand you, ya know? German?"

"Well then," you whispered, "would you mind telling him so I can get my room key?"

Gilbert then took you by the hips – you flinched at the sudden touch – and moved you to the side so he could step into your place. He talked to the man in German, gesturing to you once. You thought his voice sounded gruffer in German than in did in English, or maybe it was just the language itself. A second later the man said something in reply to the albino, standing up and opening a drawer. From the drawer he produced a single key, with a tag on the ring that had a typed number – #305 – on it. He passed the key to Gilbert, and nodded, pressing a button on the counter and sitting back down.

Before the pair of you could even move a muscle, a bellhop was walking over to you, holding out his gloved hand. "Um..." You glanced at the large backpack that you had been carrying since the train. "No luggage, and I'll carry this. But thank you, anyway."

Immediately, Gilbert repeated what you had said to the man, translating it to German. The bellhop nodded, walking back to wherever he had come from.

You nodded to Gilbert. "Thanks."

Gilbert was swinging the key ring around his index finger, "No problem. How would you've gotten along without me, Fraulein?" He snickered.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "Whatever, I guess. Can I have my key? Your assistance is no longer required, friend." You held your hand out for the key.

Instead, Gilbert just took your hand again and you refused to let the heat rise to your face. "Nu-uh-uh," he said in a sing-songed voice, waggling the finger with the key attached, "I don't think you can make it up to your room. Allow me to help~" He smiled, and before you could get a word in, he was tugging you along, over to a customer elevator.

He hit the button with the arrow pointing upwards on it, and it wasn't long before the elevator door opened up. You two, along with another random person, got onto the elevator, and Gilbert pressed another button that had "3" on it – the third floor. The anonymous person clicked their floor's button, and then the doors slid closed and the elevator sluggishly moved upward.

Every few seconds you stole glances at the albino next to you, and you could feel that he was doing the same, but more stealthily than you. Finally the moving contraption dinged, and the doors opened up to expose a hallway. You and Gilbert stepped out, only having to walk a couple of yards before you found the door with the numbers 305 on it.

"Allow me, mein Fraulein." He let go of your hand – it felt so empty each time he did that – and reached around you, putting the key into the lock and turning it until a click was heard. He took out the key and handed it to you, opening the wooden door.

You rubbed your shoulder awkwardly. "Well... I guess this is it. Good– "

"What do you mean 'this is it'? Won't you need a guide tomorrow to show you all the awesome sights of Leipzig? And, y'know, how to find your way back to this hotel?" He smiled playfully.

Your heart gave one loud thump and you nodded. "S-sure. Thanks, then. Good night."

Out of nowhere, Gilbert suddenly kissed you on your cheek, light and feathery. His lips had just barely brushed the skin, but it still made you about faint.

"It's a date then!" He turned around and started to walk down the hallway, leaving you stunned next to your open door. "Gute Nacht, ______, mein Fraulein."