Prussia x Reader: Your Love is a Lie part 2

********The Next Day*************

After staying up until 2 A.M. you and Liz had the finishing touches on your plan.  True you guys had finished at 1, but you couldn’t help but stay up an hour later, waiting for a reply from Gilbert, still slightly hoping that none of this was true, but knowing it wouldn’t happen.  Anyways all you had to do to put the plan into action was wait for the party tonight.

Smoothing out your gown one last time, you parted from Liz’s side to go and take your spot in line.  You spotted Gilbert not too far from you, and you waved at him.  He smirked at you and broke from his group to come over to you.  His arms wrapped around your waist slowly and teasingly.  He kissed your lips forcefully, and you have to remind yourself to keep a level head and to not get sucked back under his spell.

‘Keep calm.  You can do it.  Keep acting.’

He smiled down at you.

“How’s mein fräulein?  You ready to graduate with the awesome me?”

You smiled back like you would always do, full of happiness and love.

“Of course!  And our futures will start after today.  Can you just believe that?”

You saw his smile falter just a little as he laughed in response.

“Ahhh _____.  You never fail to make me laugh.”

You started to say something, but you were soon interrupted by the hushed sound that fell over everyone.  Looking around you saw graduation was about to begin.  Hugging Gilbert once more, you skedaddled on over to your place in line.  Feeling proud of your plan, and
for graduation, you took your first step forward, proud and ready for anything.

****Le Second Time skip********

The crowd of relatives finally dispersed, and you were finally allowed to relax.  Not for too long however.  Your plan takes a bit more prep than you are used too, but you were more than happy to oblige, for this was a very special occasion.  Laying out on your bed for a quick breather and nap, you cleared your head to focus on what was ahead.  Everything was going to change after this, but that’s what needed to be done.  

Hearing the click of the door opening, you pried an eye open to see Liz come in with a bag in her hand.  In it should be your new clothes and makeup for tonight.  Smirking at you, she pulled on your leg, dragging you off of your bunk.  

“Let’s show this lame jerk why he should never mess with you, and also what he is going to be missing out on!”

To start the plan you had to get prepped so the change at the party wouldn’t take long.  You couldn’t afford for anyone to get suspicious of your plan.  Especially Gilbert.
Grabbing your favorite pair of jeans and a nice (f/c) blouse, you looked in the mirror and saw your normal cute self.  Adding eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss finished off your look.  Beautiful and innocent is what you looked like.  Exactly what you needed to look like.

Stuffing the extra clothing into Liz’s oversized purse you both set off arm in arm to apartment 12B.  Seeing the lights burning brightly through the two story sprawling apartment, you two pushed through the door to see the party I motion.  It wasn’t the full swing of the party where everything would change, but it wasn’t too far off.  
Out of nowhere arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and picked you up into a tight bear hug.

“Kesesese! Vell hello there fräulein.  Looking beautiful as usual.  Did you dress up all nice and pretty just for me?”

You laughed, sweetly and lightly.

“Of course!  I always want to look pretty for my ever faithful  and awesome boyfriend.”

You subtly  added emphasis to the word faithful, and without missing a beat you felt him hug you even tighter.

“Of course mein sveet ______.  I must be good to my almost as awesome as me girlfriend! Kesese!”

If you hadn’t known any better you would’ve sworn he was being loving and sincere.  Glancing around you briefly caught girls smirking at you like they knew something you didn’t.  Too bad for them, you did indeed know.  Then there were other girls that you saw were ogling Gilbert, completely ignoring your existence.

Wanting to make them stop, you stuck your tongue out at them and turned around to hug Gilbert.  Surprising you, he stooped down to kiss you.  It started soft at first, but he began to add pressure to your lips, pulling you closer into himself.  Pushing on his shoulders, lightly but forcefully, you were able to pull away to catch your breath.  You looked up at him, blushing brightly and slightly lightheaded.  
He leaned down again to whisper in your ear, but you never heard what he had to say, for you felt a tugging on your arm, pulling you away from Gilbert’s enticing grasp.  Turning around you saw Liz pulling you towards the bathroom, waving mockingly at Gilbert.  She whispered in your ear.

“Great acting back there, but don’t get absorbed into it.  Remember.  You are on a mission.”

Nodding, you inspected the bathroom to see if it was free from occupants.  When it was confirmed that no one was in there, you were shoved in, along with Liz’s purse, to change.  Once you were dressed and as comfortable as you could make yourself in the outfit, you called your Hungarian friend in to help finish up your makeup.  

The task is finished and she looked you over, making sure everything was in place.  Then she reminded you of the plan.  Exiting the bathroom, Liz runs up to the temporary stage set up in the apartment to speak with the DJ.  She instructed him of the plan, handed him a small, slender object, and walked back to the bathroom to fetch you.  

“You ready?”

Shakily nodding your head in confirmation, you took calming breaths.  The crackle of the mic causes a small hush to fall over the obnoxious drunken party goers.  An even more obnoxious voice than the rest carried throughout the whole apartment.

“Hey wassup y’all?  It’s DJ Hero here!  Just got a request for some rockin’ karaoke!  Who all is ready for it?! Let me hear ya yell!”

Drunken cheers and whoops rise from the crowd in a thunderous manner.  From the back, near the bar, a shout is heard.

“Shut up you bloody git!  Must you be so loud?  Get on with it already!”

Laughing arrogantly, the DJ quiets the mutters in the crowd.

“You’re a funny one Arthur!  Alright everybody!  This is for reals yo!  Who wants to come up first?”

Getting a shove from behind, you were sent flying forward.  Liz comes to your side.

“She does!  She volunteers as tribute to sing!”

Earning more laughs from the crowd, the DJ, aka Alfred F. Jones, helped you onstage.  You nearly tripped over your boots trying to get up.  Hearing the whistles from the crowd, you stumbled to the middle of the stage.A strange feeling of confidence washed over you, along with the overwhelming feeling of self-consciousness.  You stood on the stage scanning the crowd carefully.  

You had never worn anything this…different before.  Your coal black boots reached just above the knees, while your skirt wished it could be that close to your knees.  The heels alone on your boots scared you, but now they just gave you a sense of power.  Your loose skirt reached just barely to the middle of your thighs.  You had even exchanged your nicely buttoned, rolled up, long sleeved (f/c) blouse for a deep red blouse, buttoned far lower.  Attached to the collar of the blouse is a loose white silk tie that hung around your neck loosely and lazily.  Your smooth hair that had once been well kept was now loose and wild.  Your makeup had now been further accented with grey eye shadow and bright red lipstick.  Overall you felt scandalous and different, but you needed to get your point across to Gil.  

Spotting Liz giving you her thumbs up, you waved to the crowd.  Drunken whistles and cheers could be heard.  Putting an arm around your shoulders, Alfred laughed and shook you a bit to get you to loosen up.

“Well hey there pretty lady.  Seems like we got ourselves a sexy Katniss Everdeen up here!  What might your actual name be pretty lady?”

Jokingly you punched his arm and laughed, causing the crowd to laugh with you.

“My name’s ______, but you should already know that Alfred F. Jones.”

Chuckling in good humor, Alfred backs up towards his post as DJ.

“Well then _______, whatcha gonna be singing for us today then?”

Walking over towards his station you whispered the track name in his ear and he nodded.

“Alright then folks let’s give it up for our first karaoke victim – I mean volunteer!”

Looking back over the crowd, you spotted Gilbert staring at you, drooling.  Smirking you grabbed the microphone in front of you and began to speak to the crowd again.

“Hey everybody!  Before I sing this song, I would like to tell you that I am dedicating it to my dear and awesome boyfriend Gilbert Beilshmidt.”

The chorus of awws that sound from the audience and your nod towards him cued Alfred that he was to start the track.  As soon as the first chords hit, Gilbert looked at you, confused, as were the quicker and more sober members of the crowd that already knew the song.  The first verse came up and you began.

“I fall asleep by the telephone
It's 2 O'clock and I'm waiting up alone
Tell me where have you been?
I found a note with another name
You blow a kiss, but it just don't feel the same
Cause I can feel that you're gone

I can't bite my tongue forever
While you try to play it cool
You can hide behind your stories
But don't take me for a fool

You can tell me that there's nobody else
(But I feel it)
You can tell me that you're home by yourself
(But I see it)
You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want
But I know, I know
Your love is just a lie
(Lie)
It's nothing but a lie
(Lie)”

By now you had everyone’s full attention.  Some looked back and forth nervously between you and Gilbert.  Others just stared in shock at you.  And still others began to laugh.  Staring Gilbert down, you continued.

“You look so innocent
But the guilt in your voice gives you away
Yeah you know what I mean
How does it feel when you kiss when you know that I trust you
And do you think about me when she effs with you?
Could you be more obscene?

So don't try to say you're sorry
Or try to make it right
Don't waste your breath because it's too late, it's too late.

You can tell me that there's nobody else
(But I feel it)
You can tell me that you're home by yourself
(But I see it)
You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want
But I know, I know,
Your love is just a lie
(Lie)
It's nothing but a lie
(Lie)
You're nothing but a lie

You can tell me that there's nobody else
(But I feel it)
You can tell me that you're home by yourself
(But I see it)
You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want
But I know, I know
Your love is just a lie
(Lie)
I know you're nothing but a lie
(Lie)
Lie
(Lie)
Lie
You're nothing but a lie
Lie

Your love is just a lie”

Finishing the song, you put the mic back up and strode right on over to Gilbert.  He looked confused and angry.

“______!   Vhat the hell vas that?!”

“Our break up, Gil, that’s what.  I spent so much time, two whole flickin years, thinking that you were the best thing to walk on the Earth!  But no!  It turns out you’ve been cheating on me all this time!  Not only that, but you never really even loved me!”

He stared back at you, too shocked to say anything.  In his dazed state you handed him the box of evidence containing the letter, the photos, and the CD in it.  Opening it, Gilbert saw all of the horrors that you saw, but this time the letter was from you.  

Turning around to find Liz behind you, you curtsied slightly and excited, giving Alfred the signal to start the video.  On the drop down screen appeared the image of Gilbert, lying on the couch, half-dressed.  After that video would end, Alfred was instructed to begin playing the other one, but to stop it after the crowd caught onto what it was about.
Already knowing how everything would go down at that party, you left the tight vicinity of the party with Liz in tow.  Knowing Gil was reading the letter, you recited it to yourself in your head.

“Dear Gilbert,
The last two years have been a blast, but what you did to me and to us is unacceptable.  Perhaps you will learn a lesson, but I doubt it.  I’m going to miss you dearly, but this step needed to be taken.  Please keep the videos and pictures.  I don’t want them.  They hold more value to you than to me.  The only reason why I had them was because they were given to me via the courtesy of a concerned friend.
Wishing you a happy future, even though most wouldn’t,
____________

P.S.  You may be awesome, but you will never get my awesomeness.  My vital regions are still claimed by me, and you shall never have them.

Finally you arrived back at your own sweet dwelling place, which you embraced by flopping down on to the floor, yanking off your killer boots.  Sighing, sad but slightly relieved, you suddenly felt extremely worn out.  You just began to stare up at the ceiling, letting its monotonous quality lull you into a drowsier state.
Liz came over to comfort you, but that idea was interrupted by the sudden knocking on the door.  Still staring at the ceiling and showing no plans to change, Liz was forced to go to the door to answer it.

“What?  What do you guys want?”

Hearing the familiar German accented voice drift in from the door you quickly ran for your robe to wrap yourself up in.  This clothing option was a onetime see for him.  He was never supposed to see this outfit again.

“Ve came to see ______.”

Liz tried to shut the door in their faces, but its mission was aborted abruptly by a foot jammed in its path.

“Please, chica.  Just let us in and let him speak to her.  We won’t stay for long.  We promise.”

Letting out a defeated and aggravated sigh you sat down at your desk chair and motioned for Liz to let them come in.  Looking at you shocked, she begrudgingly let them come in.  Pulling her chair next to yours she sat down, staring down the three boys down threateningly, and reached for her always on hand frying pan.  
Gilbert tried to sit next to you, by your feet, but he got a shove and whack with the frying pan instead.  Rubbing his now aching head he looked at you pleadingly.

“Please _______.  I made a mistake.  A big one.  But please come back.”

“No.”

He stared at you in shock, not expecting you to reject him so quickly.  

“Vhat did you say?”

“I said no.  I can’t trust you Gil.  How can I be in a relationship with someone I don’t trust?”

“_______!”  You can trust me!  You can!  I won’t do it again!  I made a mistake.  I-“

“Stop it Gil!  Just stop it!  Why should it take a video in front of people at a party to make you realize that what you did was wrong?”

That shut him up.  It also sent him on the verge of actual tears.

“Is this it forever?  Will I never get a second chance?”

You sighed and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I guess not forever…But not anytime in the near future, that is for sure.”

Brightening up, he looked at you hopeful.

“Kesesese alright!  What do I do now though?”

Looking very tired and drained you replied carefully.

“Look for me in a few years.  If I’m not taken, you get a new chance.  However in those years in between you either have to stay faithful to your next girlfriend until the relationship ends, or you stay single.  No fooling around all at all.  Not even one night stands.  Got it?”

“But…but…”

“No buts.  You want me again, you play by MY rules.”

“How will you know if I do anything wrong if we don’t stay in contact”

This time Francis popped in.

“We will tell her again.”

That made the whole group stop and look at the Frenchman.  You were the first to be able to speak again.

“What do you mean by again?”

Francis smiled.

“Who do you think sent you that package?”

All of you stared at the man in shock.  Gilbert’s teeth were busy clenching.

“So you are the reason for the whole drama Francis?!”

“Actually you are the cause of the trouble mi amigo.  We only informed ______ of your doings.  She needed to know.  We didn’t want to see her hurt, even though our actions did indeed end up hurting her.   That wasn’t our intention, but she needed to be set free now so she could be happy.”

Antonio was blushing slightly while speaking.  Looking at the two men in front of you, you smiled and reached out to hug them.

“Thank you guys.”

“De nada chica!  You are our friend.”

“Oui!  And if you are through with Gil here, you could always come and be with me for revenge on him.”

He winked at you, did the eyebrow raise, and presented you with a bright red rose.  Without any hesitation you slapped the Frenchman across the face and sprayed him with your conveniently placed spray bottle from the desk.  Feeling satisfied, you stood up to shoo the men out the door.  Gilbert lingered behind for a bit.

“I will get you back ______.  You can count on it.”

You laughed once more and patted his cheek.

“I count on nothing you say anymore.  Your love is a lie.”

With that you kicked him out of your room and closed the door on your now ex-boyfriend, ready to start your future with or without him in it.