The Man Who Can't Be Moved (PrussiaXReader)

How could he have been so stupid? How could he have lost you? Gilbert cursed himself again and again as he made his way through the city streets. You had left him the day before in a fit of tears and fury after finding him in bed with an old flame of his. Elizabeta. She meant nothing to him, whereas you meant the world. And he had thrown it away, all for one hour with an ex. How unawesome of him.

He hated himself for letting you go. Your smiles, your hair, the way you danced around the kitchen while making eggs, only to screak and laugh upon realizing that you had burned them. Of course, he would laugh along with you and plant a quick, sweet kiss on your lips before resetting the fire alarm and helping you clean up the mess. He missed it, those little moments that made him love you even more.

Looking up, he saw he was at the same street corner the two of you had met at. He smiled at the memory of you running into him, scattering his groceries across the street. You had been so upset, insisting that you pick everything up, despite him telling you multiple times that he could do it.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"

An idea began to seep into Gilbert’s mind, a mad, wild, awesome idea to win you back. He ran to the back alley and fished around in a dumpster before he located a suitable piece of cardboard. He pulled a marker from the back pocket of his jeans and scrawled a quick message onto the collapsed box before returning to the corner and plopping himself down in front of the street lamp.

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke – I'm just a broken-hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do?
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

Gilbert was shocked at how many people offered him money. Old, young, barely old enough to work, they all offered him some form of money, whatever they could afford to give. He smiled kindly and refused the money, instead showing them a picture of you and instructing them that, should they see you, to tell you where he was. They would smile and nod, and go on their merry way, leaving Gilbert to wonder if any one of them actually saw you.

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving

He wondered how you were doing. If you were happier without him. If he had hurt you badly. These thoughts plagued him every moment he spent on that street corner. About a week into his plan, Ludwig paid him a visit.

“Bruder,” he asked, “vhat on earth are you doing?”

Gilbert sighed and looked up at his little brother, scratching the stubble that had begun to grow after day three. “I’m vaiting.”

“Obviously.” Ludwig answered dryly, placing a bag of food (pasta, Gilbert guessed, from Feliciano) on the ground behind the dirty, worn cardboard sign with the faded lettering. “But for vhat?”

“______. I’m vaiting for ______,” he responded, staring at the picture in his hands.

“Bruder, she von’t come. Just come home,”

Gilbert scoffed, rolling his ruby eyes up at the man before him. “How unawesome of you, Ludy. I’ll vait for as long as it takes.”

Ludwig sighed and left him to his thoughts and his waiting.

Policeman says, "Son, you can't stay here."
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year.
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows.
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go."

Two days after Ludwig’s visit, a cop buddy of his named Alfred came with a warning.

“Dude, you have to move. The city won’t let you stay,” he said, leaning on the lamppost next to him.

Gilbert rolled his eyes and repeated the same conversation he had with Ludwig. Alfred laughed and shook his head before leaving, promising to stop by and talk to ______ for him. Gilbert smiled sadly and gazed at the picture.

People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

And maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved

That afternoon, a small team of reporters pulled up to the corner and bustled about, settling up equipment and putting last minute touchups on the reporters face. Gilbert watched and wondered why they were here. He hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary that day. A few more people than normal had stopped by today, telling him that they had sighted his ______ out and about, how she was staying with a friend. Gilbert had thought she had gone to her parents, but apparently not.

The reporter tapped him on his shoulder, and Gilbert looked over at the woman, standing up awkwardly to meet her handshake. She smiled her bright, camera-worthy smile, microphone in one hand and Gilbert’s hand in the other.

“I’m here with the recent phenomena many locals have dubbed The Man Who Can’t Be Moved,” the reporter said in her overzealous voice. “He’s resided on this very corner for over two weeks, refusing any money, only asking that they look for a mysterious girl in a photograph. Tell me, who is she?”

“She is-vell, she vas, mien girlfriend, until I screwed things up. She broke up vith me, and so here I am, hoping she’ll come back.”

“And who is this mysterious girlfriend of yours?”

“______.”

xXxXxXx

You wandered around the kitchen aimlessly, not smiling, not dancing, not cooking. Just wandering and thinking of your ex-boyfriend. You knew that you should move on, but something in his eyes when you caught him with that other woman, the frantic panic in his voice as he begged you not to leave him while you furiously packed your belongings made you unconsciously hold on.

You had been staying with your friend Lili and her older brother Vash, barely venturing outside the house and barely smiling. You were surviving, but you were nowhere near living.

“______?” you heard Lili’s meek voice call from the living room. “You should see this.”

With nothing better to do, you wandered into the room, only to see her delicately pointing at the television screen, where an scruffier looking Gilbert was standing, the caption reading Gilbert Beilschmidt: The Man Who Can’t Be Moved. You listened to his words, watched him talk to the reporter about the significance of this place, and you felt warm tears well up in your eyes as you watched that screen and the man you loved.

Without another word, you turned and ran from the room and out of the house, down the street towards the corner you met at and the man who can’t be moved.

xXxXxXx

Ten minutes later, you arrived, huffing and puffing, nearly doubled over while trying your best not to collapse. That would be embarrassing. After a moment, you looked up only to see Gilbert staring at you with a bewildered (adorable) look on his face.  You locked eyes with him for a moment before he stood up and walked over to you, body on autopilot as he took in your presence.

“You came back,” he said, sounding rather dumbfounded. “I vasn’t sure you would.”

“Why did you wait here?” you blurted out.

Gilbert chuckled his weird laugh, shaking his head. “How many times have I told you that I vould vait forever for you?”

You smiled softly and shook your head. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“Ja, I do. But I am your idiot, right?” he asked, giving you his infamous puppy dog eyes.

You crossed your arms and huffed an over-dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes. “I guess I’m stuck with you,” you bemoaned with no real bite in your words.

“Awesome,” Gilbert said with a smirk as he leaned down to kiss you. However, his lips only met the palm of your hand.

“Vhat the hell?” he protested.

“Shave, and then we’ll talk.”

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move