I Bet I Can Make You Smile

~PrussiaxDepressed!Reader~

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The bright sunlight hurt [Name]'s eyes as she stepped out of her front door. She groaned and started on her walk to school. She walked down her street, hands shoved in her pockets. The walk to school was short and miserable.

Once [Name] got to school, she went straight to her locker then to her 1st period class. She sat down at her desk and pulled out all her materials. [Name] glanced at the door where a small fight was starting outside. The teacher quickly separated the two boys.

"You, go to class, now! Beilschmidt, get in here this instant!" He yelled. Gilbert Beilschmidt walked into the room and took his seat behind [Name] right before the bell rang.

"Alright, class," The teacher started before Gilbert raised his hand. "Okay, what do you want?" he said after a sigh.

"Who's this chick in front of me?" the silver haired man said. Instantly [Name] shrunk down into her seat.

"That's [First Name] [Last Name]. She wasn't here yesterday," The teacher explained.

"Ohhhhh..... well, hi, [Name], nice to meet you!" Gilbert said. "I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt. You can also call me 'Mr. Awesome'!"

"Well, we haven't actually met, stupid," She mumbled just loud enough for Gilbert to hear. He raised his eyebrows and adjusted himself properly in his seat.

"Can we get back to class, please? Thank you." The teacher continued the lesson until the end of class bell rang.

[Name] shot up from her seat with all her things and raced to the door, ignoring the calls from Gilbert. She reached her locker and quietly opened it. A few seconds later, Gilbert was right next to it.

"What's wrong? You don't think I'm awesome?" Gilbert asked, utterly shocked that someone could find him un-awesome. [Name] sighed and turned to the Prussian.

"I barely met you today. I'm not in the appropriate position to think your awesome or not," The [h/c] haired girl explained. She went back to her locker and pulled out her history book, closed her locker, and started walking to her class.

Gilbert annoyed and pestered [Name] for the rest of the day asking if she thought he was awesome. Everytime he asked, he was given the same answer, "I don't know." It went on like this all day until lunch. Gilbert followed [Name] to the lunchroom, where she sat down at her usual table. Alone.

"You don't eat lunch with anyone?" Gilbert asked. [Name] shook her head. "Why not?"

"A lot of reasons. Mainly because all these idiots annoy the fuck out of me," She said bluntly.

"You know what else I've noticed?" Gilbert asked. [Name] nodded to signal the silverette to speak. "You haven't smiled all day. Not awesome. Do you ever smile?"

"It's..." [Name] thought for a second, "not common. I'll smile only on special occasions. And when I want to convince people I'm okay. I do a good fake smile." Gilbert sat down in front of the girl and stared at her.

"I bet I can make you smile."

This took [Name] off guard. He wanted to make her smile. "A real. Smile?" She asked, shocked.

"Yep, a true, genuine, awesome, smile," Gilbert said with a smile of his own. He pulled out his lunch and looked back to [Name]. "Want some?" She shook her head gentyl and mumbled the words, "I'm not hungry." Then, the inevitable happened. [Name]'s stomach growled. Gilbert laughed slightly.

"I think you're hungry." The Prussian gave part of his lunch the [Name] and smiled at her. She grunted slightly and ate what was handed to her.

~*1 week later*~

Gilbert tried and tried for a whole week to make [Name] smile. Each time he failed. However, in this Trial-and-Error process, he gained a lot of knowledge on her. He learned what music she liked, what TV shows she liked, and that she didn't eat. Gilbert knew that it wasn't healthy to just not eat, but he was too focused on making her smile. And he finally figured it out.

Both Gilbert and [Name] both made they're separate ways to school. [Name] knew she would be bombarded with many attempts at making her smile, and Gilbert knew that he would make her smile.

They both got to their first period class and sat in their seats. The bell rang and that teacher started class.

"Okay, class today- What, Beilschmidt?" He asked, noticing Gilbert's hand was raised high. He stood up on his chair and faced [Name].

"[Name]," The girl turned to look at him, "I've been trying for the past week to make you smile, and I've figured out how. I've learned a lot about you, and I think I can easily say... I love you."

Everyone in the class looked at [Name] who sat there staring at Gilbert. After a few seconds, a small smirk formed on her lips. "This is the closest to a genuine smile you're gonna get."

"Yeah, we'll see about that. I am awesome, you know?" Gilbert said, getting off his seat and sitting in it. He leaned toward [Name] and pressed his lips to her smirk. She kissed him back but pulled away quickly.

~*The End*~