This randomly came to me while I was listening to this song. I love this song. And I thought that Prussia would work well for it. Also, in this, you live with both Prussia and Germany.

Warning: Swearing (Do I really need to say this? It's in the name of the song!)

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"Gil? Gilbert?! GILBERT WHERE ARE YOU?!" I shouted when I entered the house I shared with my boyfriend. It was then that I heard quiet crying coming from the bedroom. I took my shoes off and walked upstairs. When I got there, I noticed the bedroom door open and Gilbert sitting on the bed, head in his hands. I walked over to him and sat down on the bed beside him, "Gil? What's wrong? Tell me. Come on. I know there's something troubling you."

"(Y/n), vy do jou love me?" he asked looking at me with tear-stained eyes.

"Gil, I love you because you're you."

"But vy? I'm not a nation any more. Vy do jou still love me?"

"Gil, I don't care if you're a nation or not. I will always love you!" I replied snuggling into him, "Forever and always."

"Really?"

"Gil, I made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss No-Way-It's-All-Good
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second-guessing
Underestimated, look, I'm still around

Pretty, pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing. You're fucking perfect to me

You're so mean, so mean when you talk, when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong
Change the voices, change the voices in your head, in your head
Make them like you instead

So complicated
Look how we all make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
Oh, oh

Pretty, pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing.
You're fucking perfect to me

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer
So cool in lying and we try, try, try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, 'cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that, why do I do that?

Yeah! Oh!
Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty, please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing.
You're fucking perfect to me
You're perfect, you're perfect
Pretty, pretty, please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing. You're fucking perfect to me."

By the time I'd finished singing, I was sitting with my back against the headboard of the bed with Gilbert's head on my lap, "Gil. I love you so much. I don't care whether you're a nation or not, I live you. When will you see it? You're fucking perfect to me. What other proof do you need?" He didn't reply but just turned away from me.

"Gil? Gilbert, look at me."

He did so. I smiled and took a deep breath before standing up and walking to the side of the bed. Getting down on one knee, I spoke, "Gilbert Bielschmidt, I love you so much. Will you marry me?" He looked at me confused, "Why?"

"Because I love you, Gil."

"In that case, yes. I'd love to call you mine." I smiled and stood up before pouncing on him, pushing him down on the bed, "I love you, Gil." I placed the ring on his finger. I was always planning on proposing to him as I knew, as awesome as Gil was, he wouldn't have the guts to ask me. We'd been dating for 20 years and he still hadn't popped the question so I took it into my own hands. We ended up snuggling on the bed before falling asleep.

EXTENDED ENDING - GERMANY'S POV

I came home to the house in silence. I was confused until I saw (Y/n)'s shoes on the floor and coat her coat hanging up. I checked the living room; nothing. I then walked upstairs and peered into their room to see them both asleep on the bed. I smiled at the sight before entering and kissing Gilbert's forehead before (Y/n)'s whispering in her ear, "Take care of him, (Y/n)."

"Don't worry, Ludwig, I will."