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Cheater!Prussia x Reader: Lips Are Movin'

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You and Gilbert have been dating for six months now. When you first laid your eyes on him, you thought he was going to be “the one.”

Turns out, you were dead wrong.

Recently, he'd been canceling off your dates, either saying he was too tired or had other much more important things to do. This, in turn, made you suspicious. Why?

During your first months of dating, he always had time for you and even canceled his other plans to spend time with you, but now . . .

So you decided to follow him.

It was Saturday, and you had called him again to ask if he would like to go out, and there came his excuse again: “Sorry, liebe, can't go. I have lots of zings to deal vith.”

Good. Now you could find out the truth beneath those excuses.

Quickly so you could still have time to see where he was going, you mounted your bike and went over to his house. Luckily, he only lived a few blocks away so you were able to arrive to his abode on time. The Beilschmidt's residence.

Like a well-trained and seasoned spy, you hid behind their green bushy fence with your eyes peeking at the spaces between the green. That was when you heard a door open, and a familiar, obnoxious-sounding laugh filled your ears.

“Ke-se-se-se-se-se! I gotta look awesome for my date vith Veronica!” you heard him say to his younger brother, Ludwig. You could see the younger man frown in distaste and disgust.

“You know, one day, she's going to find out that you've been cheating on her, you dummkopf,” warned Ludwig. Seriously, he was even more mature than Gilbert.

Oh, so that's why you have been canceling our dates, a little voice growled in the back of your mind. Right now, you were feeling heartbroken – like how any girl would feel after finding out her boyfriend's outrageous cheating – and, most of all, total anger.
He was so going to get it.

Even though you didn't want to watch anymore, you had to know where your boyfriend was to date that vermin of a girl, Veronica – oh yes, you knew who she was. Your archnemesis.

Breaking you from your train of thoughts was the sound of Gilbert's car's engine coming to life, and you gripped the bike in your clenched hands tightly, little hisses escaping your throat. Your (eye color) orbs narrowed as they followed Gilbert's Sedan speeding off to the right.

“. . . (Name)?”

That surprised you. With a squeak, you toppled over and fell down on the rather spiky bermuda grass, your bike following after. You let out a pained groan and proceeded to glare at the voice's owner. Ludwig.

You hissed. “How in the name of heck did you find out I was here?”

You could hear the German male chuckle a bit before simply answering, “Berlitz,  my dog, was nagging me about smelling something -- or rather, someone -- here, so I came to check. And I never vould have expected it to be you, (Name).” Pregnant pause. “Oh,” he said as if suddenly remembering something, “you heard ze whole zing about my bruder cheating on you, right?”

“Yes,” you spat bitterly, then slowly rising to your feet and dusting off dirt on your slacks. You faced him, and saw that his eyes were boring into yours, quietly questioning why you were here. “I was getting suspicious of Gilbert what with him canceling our dates,” you explained, “so I decided to go here and try to follow him.”

“Ah.” Ludwig then gestured to his own car, a Mercedes-Benz, and offered, “Mind if I drive you zere? You can get zere faster.”

You shrugged, accepting the offer. “Yeah, sure. Thanks, Luddy.”

*Timeskip by Gilbird*

Ludwig dropped you off just steps away from the restaurant Gilbert was to have his “awesome” date, and you, once again, thanked him. As nimble as Cinderella dashing down the stairs to race home, you ran towards the cafe, but not before tying up your glorious (hair length), (hair color) locks into a messy bun and donning your Ray Ban aviator glasses. Hiding behind a tree, you readied your camera for some picture-snapping session. Through the window, you could see Gilbert making his way to his designated table, where the vermin of a woman sat. To your outrage, the Prussian male pecked the said woman's lips. Unbeknown to you, you were unintentionally clutching your camera, death grip activated.

With deadly determination, you started snapping photos as discreetly as possible, all the while trying to push down your revile. When you had taken your photos, you quickly left the vicinity. However, you stopped in your tracks when you heard your phone's ringtone. Surprised, you hurriedly dug for your phone, and your eyes landed on your screen displaying the caller's face. It was Antonio. You tapped the answer button.

“Hello?” you spoke.

Oh, hola, chica! came his cheerful voice. Good thing you answered!

You frowned. “What is it, Antonio?”

Er, we've got something important to tell you.

“'We'?”

Francis and I. Listen, (Name). To your surprise, Antonio's voice shifted from his usual cheerful to a dead serious one. We just saw Gilbert in a restaurant, and he's with –

“A girl,” you cut him off, a scowl now marring your features. “Yeah, just spied on him. Took a few pictures.”

What –

But before he could finish you had ended the call, and scurried over to where there were people trying to halt a taxi.

So he has been lying to me all along. That asshole, you thought as you halted a cab.

*Timeskip by Norway's troll*

When you arrived at your house, you quickly dashed inside to your room and turned on your laptop and logged in to your deviantArt account. To write another journal entry, you mentally sighed.

Hey, (your username) here,

Today has been a very bad day for me. I just found out that my boyfriend of six months has been cheating on me all along. The nerve of that bastard!

So, guys, what should I do?


After posting the short entry, you slammed the laptop close and collapsed on the soft, cloudy sheets of your bed. Your eyes were emptily staring at the white ceiling of your bedroom, contemplating on what you should do. Confront him or ignore him until he gets the message?

That was when an idea, a genius one, popped up in your mind. Then a devious smirk occupied your lips.

Aha! A flash mob of humiliation! You shot up from your bed and pumped a fist in the air. Somehow you were feeling better already.

Excited, you quickly dialed the first person that came to your mind. Your Hungarian best friend, Elizabeta. And when her voice came, you smirked evilly and you told her instantly about your plan.

That's a brilliant idea, (Name)! enthused the Hungarian. Then her voice lowered into a deep, evil pitch. And my best chance to humiliate that seggfej.

You simply laughed at her insult for the Prussian. “Yeah, yeah. Please help me spread the word to the others – and please, tell them to keep it a secret from Gilbert!”

Sure thing, girlfriend!

Next, you called up the obnoxious American named Alfred, who told his buddy Matthias – a guy from Denmark – who told his brothers Lukas, Emil, Tino, and Berwald. Elizabeta, on the other hand, told Laura – a girl from Belgium and another one of your best friends – who told Lili, who told her big brother Basch. And the word began to spread so by Sunday, you were already giving out instructions to everyone on what to do.

TIMESKIP TO MONDAY BY LOVINO'S TOMATOES

“Come on, I've got something to show you!”  you smoothly lied to your boyfriend, whom you were leading to the school's wide quadrangle.

“Can't you just tell me vat it is, liebe?” Oh boy, Gilbert was impatient, yet excited. You excitedly dragged him to the middle, where the school's beautiful and magnificent marble fountain stood proudly, its waters gleaming.

“Here. Sit here.” You patted a spot on the fountain, and he complied. He was about to say something when you told him, “Just wait and see.” Then, without Gilbert's knowledge, you hand-signaled to Antonio, who was waiting for your cue since he was the one in charge of the music. With a grin, the Spanish pressed the play button.

As soon as the song boomed through the big black speakers (of course, you had to ask permission from the principal to use it), the Hetalia group stopped what they were doing and froze in perfect sync, like soldiers, and you faced Gilbert with a smile and began to sing the first lines.

If your lips are movin', if your lips are movin'
If your lips are movin', then you're lyin', lyin', lyin', baby

You threw the snapped photos in his face, which surprised him. He picked one up, and his eyes widened as realization struck him.

It was a picture of him pecking Veronica on the lips.

As he continued gawking at the picture, you continued to sing.

If your lips are movin', if your lips are movin'
If your lips are movin', then you're lyin', lyin', lyin', baby


Roughly, you grabbed Gilbert's chin and tilted his head up to face yours. He was taken aback at the amount of force you applied – boy, he never knew you were so strong.

Boy, look at me in my face
Tell me that you're not just about this bass
You really think I could be replaced?
Nah, I come from outer space


You gave him a light push and delivered him a disgusted sneer.

And I'm a classy girl, I'mma hold it up
You're full of something, but it ain't love
And what we got, straight overdue
Go find somebody new


Soon after, the Hetalia group began dancing as instructed, shocking the albino Prussian. Vat?! Vat ze hell is going on?! he wondered. His eyes then shifted to you as you sang.

You can buy me diamond earrings and deny-ny-ny, ny-ny-ny, deny-ny
But I smell her on your collar so goodbye-bye-bye, bye-bye-bye


This time, you gave him one strong push, almost sending him toppling to the ground. Luckily he was able to keep himself on his feet.

I know you lie
Cause your lips are movin'
Tell me do you think I'm dumb?


You began to dance around him, and the Hetalia group began to circle you two. Gilbert kept his bewildered eyes on you.

I might be young, but I ain't stupid
Talking around in circles with your tongue


With the strength of a body-builder, you grabbed him on the collar, pulling his face close to yours. Your gentle hands then snaked up on the sides of his face and you gave him an innocent, saccharine expression.

I gave you bass, you gave me sweet talk
Saying how I'm your number one


You gave him a brief wink before you pushed him away once again.

But I know you lie
Cause your lips are movin'
Baby don't you know I'm done


Gilbert felt sick in the stomach. Ludwig's warning had come to life. Now, all he could do was stand like a mannequin. On the other hand, you were enjoying the horrified look on his face. Serves him right for cheating.

If your lips are movin', if your lips are movin'
If your lips are movin', then you're lyin', lyin', lyin', baby
If your lips are movin', if your lips are movin'
If your lips are movin', then you're lyin', lyin', lyin', baby


Desperately, Gilbert grabbed your hand, his face pleading. You, not really sorry for him at all, looked away.

Hey baby don't you bring them tears
Cause it's too late, too late baby
You only love me when you're here
You're so two-faced, two-faced babe


The Hetalia group stopped circling you two and started pointing at Gilbert in a mocking manner, accompanied by sarcastic and girly faces.

You can buy me diamond earrings and deny-ny-ny, ny-ny-ny, deny-ny
But I smell her on your collar so goodbye-bye-bye, bye-bye-bye

Gilbert had never felt so speechless and mortified in his life. He was horrified at the fact that his brother – heck, even his two best friends Antonio and Francis – would join (Name) in this ridiculous flash mob to embarrass him. Oh, and he swore he just saw Roderich and Elizabeta give him snide smirks of mockery.

I know you lie
Cause your lips are movin'
Tell me do you think I'm dumb?


Everyone began forming one huge circle around you two and started dancing again.

I might be young, but I ain't stupid
Talking around in circles with your tongue
I gave you bass, you gave me sweet talk
Saying how I'm your number one

But I know you lie
Cause your lips are movin'
Baby don't you know I'm done


Everybody started singing with you, and then you pulled Gilbert with you in a dizzying spin – part of your plan. Sure enough, after spinning, he began to feel woozy, and could barely stand straight. You snickered.

If your lips are movin', if your lips are movin'
If your lips are movin', then you're lyin', lyin', lyin', baby
If your lips are movin', if your lips are movin'
If your lips are movin', then you're lyin', lyin', lyin', baby


Okay, almost there!
You were grinning maliciously, anticipation burning in you.

I know you lie
Cause your lips are movin'
Tell me do you think I'm dumb?
I might be young, but I ain't stupid
Talking around in circles with your tongue

I gave you bass, you gave me sweet talk
Saying how I'm your number one
But I know you lie
Cause your lips are movin'
Baby don't you know I'm done


Then, with all your strength, you gave Gilbert one last powerful shove, and he toppled over and fell into the fountain with a loud splash. All of your best friends cheered, Matthias and Alfred gave loud hoots, and both said, “Gilbert got owned!” The rest laughed in amusement.

Terribly slowly, you leaned over to Gilbert's soaked form and said as loudly as you could, “WE'RE OVER, GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT!” And with that, you turned her head away like a female aristocrat, and walked away.

It took Gilbert a very long while to process everything, and then . . . “Hey, (Name)! I'm sorry, liebe!” he shouted, panicking. He tried to stand up, but then slipped and fell into the water again.

EXTENDED ENDING

You typed in another journal entry in you dA account, and posted the whole happening with your ex-boyfriend.

Hey, (your username) here!

Oh, never have I felt so better in my life! It was easier to deal with the break-up than I had originally thought. Anyways, you know what I did to my ex? I dumped him using flash mob. Ha, you should've seen the look on his face when everyone started dancing, especially the face he made when I pushed him towards the fountain and he fell!

Oh, gosh. I could just laugh all day -- it was fun, I had to admit.
Oh gosh, what is this abomination? *faints*

Yeah, this is what happens when you mix boredom and plot bunnies.
Song used: Lips Are Movin' by Meghan Trainor

Translations:

seggfej: asshole (Hungarian)
liebe: love (German)

Sorry for any inaccuracies. I don't speak German so . . .  yeah.
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Oh schieße, we got ourselves a Disney movie here!