2p!Prussia x rockstar!reader- Lets NOT die!(ch.4)

This is more so a flashback episode of both ya'lls lives so like...know that while you reading. Ok! Continue!

~Ok! Back with you and Gil!~

  

"Please stop! Drop it! Let it go!", you pleaded.

"I don't want to. Move"

"Gilbert! Stop! Gil!....Wait...Gil! Gilbert! Yes! Come on! Remember me now! I know it took me awhile but I remember now! Come on!", you begged him frantically.

"W-what are you talking about? Remember wh-"

"Come on! Please! I-it's me! Remember! It's me, birdie! Remember me, Gilbert! C-come on! Let birdie help you!", you sniffle out and wipe your nose. "T-tell birdie what's the matter...p-please" You cuddle up to his chest and let your tears fall on his shirt.

"...B-birdie?"

"Y-yes. I-I know it's been awhile b-but please say you remember...I-I was your little birdie"

~Lets go into a long flashback!(Lets say you're six!)~

"(name)! (name)!", you hear someone call you as you sat in the sand on the playground for recess. 

You turn to see the face of the familiar voice and see just that person running towards you. "Gil! What is it?! I am playing!"

"Look at this! Look what I found!", he sits next to you and excitedly points to his hair.

"What?", you look on top of his head and see a small yellow object. "Gilbert! There is a yellow ball on top of your head! You want me to hit it?!"

"No! You'll ruin it's awesomeness! It's a bird I found! Isn't it awesome?!"

You stare at the yellow object that you still believed was a ball until you hear, "Piyo~"

"Ah!...Cool!", you giggled.

"I know right?!"

"What are you gonna name it?"

"Hmm..."

"Hi, birdy bird", you got up to pet it.

"He's so soft, too!"

"Yeah! Plus he's cute! He really is awesome!"

"I got it! I'll name him Gilbird!"

"Why?", you sat back down next to him and asked.

"Because he's awesome like me, birdie!"

"...That's right! That's smart, Gil!", you stand back to your feet and help Gilbert up. "Come on. We gotta teach Gilbird stuff"

"Like what?"

"Like...Like why bushes are evil and...stuff!"

"Ja! Lets go teach him!"

~La! Two weeks skip in the flashback~

"Birdie! You coming to the swings with me?", Gilbert tugged on your shirt.

"Why do you keep calling me birdie? You've been calling me that since you found Gilbird. My name's (name)", you pouted in an adorable six year old way with your lips poked out and your little fist balled up under your chin.

"Because! You're awesome like me and Gilbird. So I call you birdie"

You were confused for a few seconds. "Birdie...Gilbird....Gilbert....bird...ie...." You gasp. "I get it! I get it! All of our name's match mow! Oh! Oh! So my new name is birdie! Keep calling me birdie!"

"But I'm the only one who can call you that because I'm the only one awesome enough to call you by that awesome name"

"...That's smart too, Gil!", you cheer and clap.

"Piyo~"

"Gilbird agrees!", you pointed out and cheered more.

"Of course he does. He's awesome too!"

"Yay! The three of us will be best friends forever! Promise!", you hold your hand. "Take my hand"

"Huh?....Uh, ok then", he takes your hand.

"Ok. Say what I say. I promise"

"I promise"

"In all my awesomeness!"

"In all my awesomeness!"

"That we'll be friends and awesome til forever!"

"That we'll be friends and awesome til forever!"

"There!", you finished and let go of his hand. You placed a hand on top of Gilbird. "Do you agree too, Gilbird?"

"Piyo~"

"It's done! Lets swing!", you and Gilbert both beamed and ran over to the swings.

~A year later(More skipping of time in the flash back)~

You weren't at school today. Without you there, Gilbert didn't really have too many people to talk to. He sat at his desk, reluctantly listening to the teacher.

"A diffrent school?...Why?! I like this school! I don't want a diffrent school!"

"(name), this school is really special! They like your voice and they're gonna let you sing everyday!"

"S-sing?....B-but I want recess and I want to play with Gilbert and Gilbird!"

"You'll make new friends (name), now lets go", your dad assures you and pats your head.

"B-but...But I don't want new friends!"

"Come on (name)", you mom picks you up and you struggle.

"Stop! I'm seven! I can walk like a big girl!"

"I'm sorry, Arthur", you apologize and help him up. "Well I'm (name) and she's Nancy"

"It's fine, love"

"Heh heh...", you grin.

"...What?"

"Huh? What? Nothing! I laugh and smile at random, inappropriate times. It's nothing", you wave your hand around.

"O...K then"

"What school are two from?", Alfred raised his hand and asked.

"Oh! This is our first time at a public school! It's different to be out of uniform!", Nancy explains.

"...Wait...where'd you go if you weren't in public school?...Wait! So you haven't been to school til now?! Wow! You can do that?!", Alfred, excitedly grabbed Nancy's arm. "How'd you do it, yo?!"

"Ah! N-no! W-we went t-to a private school is w-what I meant! P-please stop shaking me! Y-you're making me nervous!"

"You idiot! Let her go!", Arthur demanded him. "Of course she meant a private school. You two must be really smart. Why would you come to public school?"

"I guess we're smart. And because private school bored me and I heard public school was exciting!"

"(name) made meeee!", Nancy whined.

"What were you there for? Was it like preforming arts or something?"

"Aye! I bet you have a nice singing voice!", you change the subject from you to Arthur.

"U-uh. I-I"

"He totally does!", Alfred drags Nancy closer to you along with him. "He's like good and stuff and plays the guitar good and...stuff!"

"P-please let go of my arm"

"Oh that's cool!", you ignore Nancy.

"I told him he should like start a band and he should have me be there too because like I play an instrument too!"

"Let me guess. The drums", Nancy bluntly guesses.

"Oh my gosh! How'd you guess it?!"

"I don't know. Woman's intuition maybe", she sarcastically suggested.

"Wow. Cool!"

"So why haven't you started a band with Alfred?", you try to get off Alfred and Nancy's stupid conversation.

"W-well I'm not t-that g-"

"We need like a really hot chick to be the lead singer!", Alfred cuts in.

"Shut up! That's not why! We're both amateur's!"

"Well I think you'd need a bassist too", Nancy giggled.

"I bet if you two put the next three years into really learning your instruments, you could do it"

"That sounds like a lot of work!", Alfred complained.

You throw your arm over Alfred's shoulder. "Think about. Screaming crowds, the fame, the money, the groupies...Think of the groupies Alfred. Just waiting to have your baby for child support"

"What?!"

"Ok not that one. Think of the fans! Think of the fans!"

"...We get fans...and money...yeaaaah~!"

"So I promise if you two can really learn your instruments to have confidence enough to let me and Nancy come and listen to you, then we'll find you a lead singer"

"And we'll make sure she's hot!"

You glare at Nancy. "And maybe...if we can find one...we'll try to find you a bassist too"

"Really?! You two are the nicest girls ever and the nicest girl who I've ever ran head first into!", Alfred marveled at you two.

"You'd really do all that?"

"Sure! But you two have to sound pretty professional by yourselves or else we aren't helping"

"And you have to work well together on your own", Nancy continued.

"Wow! You two can be like our managers or something, dude!"

"We'll think about it. Depends on how well you two play together...and we'll think about it...Well we're late for class so..."

"Crap! I'm totally getting yelled at in math!", Alfred ranted.

"W-wait! I think I might have math too! C-can I-"

"Awesome! Lets go!", Alfred grabs Nancy's arm again.

"P-please stop running so fast!"

~Lada! Gilbert!~

"Hey Gilbert!", his two friends met him at the school doors and wave.

"Hey", he tries his best to smile at them and gently waved back.

 In all truth, Gilbert was barely managing to get out of bed in the morning sometimes. If it wasn't for his two friends, Antonio and Francis, he probably wouldn't even put in an effort to. Some days would go perfectly well and he'd still contemplate death. He didn't even know what was wrong with him sometimes. Did he just like to be depressed? He didn't know. He didn't know the problem. What was the source of all his sadness and heart ache? He couldn't remember.

"You look sad again. What is it or are you just sad to be sad again?", Francis frowns at him and walks inside with him and Antonio.

"I-I don't know anymore...I just want to...to leave forever"

"Stop talking like that! You're making me sad", Antonio hugged him.

"Stop touching me. Stop touching me. Stop touching me. Stop touching me. Stop touching me"

"Not until you feel better"

"I feel better. I feel better. I feel better. I feel better. I feel better. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go"

"You're still depressed and I don't like it!"

"He's been sad since we met him, Toni. You hug him almost everyday. I don't think it's working", Francis revealed to him.

Antonio let's him go. "It'll work"

"Nein. It just makes me irritated"

"Well when we all move into together on our last year of school, I'm sure you'd b happy! We won't allow your depression", Antonio affirmed.

"Y-yeah...I-I'd be happy then, I bet...", Gilbert nodded and wondered if he was just lying to himself. Did he really want to be happy? Did he just like the depression?

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