Prussia's Corset( prussia x chubby reader)

Any photo of Gilbert before he became the fully adult  immortal personification of Prussia and now east Germany was nonexistent it seemed. “ Ludwig why aren’t there any photos of him when he was physically a child?” You became immortal last year when your friend Arthur also the personification of England, made a immortality potion in which you mistook for a soft drink. You were curious as to how other people dealt with their immortality. And Gilbert has been around for a while. Not to mention you were married to the albino so any tidbits from his childhood were very interesting to you. Pushing away the photo album you were attempting to make.“ He didn’t like portraits painted of him nor pictures taken of him.” Answered your  brother in law as he reorganized the loose photos. As egotistical as Gilbert was he had a hangup or two about his albinism. “ I think I’ll go say hi to him while he’s at work.””Ja.” Was Ludwig’s absentminded reply. You grabbed your parasol in the umbrella stand and headed to go out and face the world.

You understood due to centuries of misunderstanding and stereotypes regarding albinos. All being albino did physically was make his skin  and eyes sensitive to  intense sunlight. But socially you couldn’t begin to imagine what it was like. Humans are cruel now but with a mask of civility and a few people unafraid to stand up for what's right. But back then when a single insult could send countries into decades of war. “ I wish I could tell him when he was at his lowest that he is beautiful to me.”

The trees rustled. There leaves matched the grass a pale spring green. The air was warm. The breeze cool. And the clouds made the sun tolerable. A boy with blue hair, vermillion eyes, and pink skin ran out to hide amongst the tree. Only to be stopped by the vision of a woman. “Do you speak english yet, Gilbert?” The red eyed boy looked at you suspiciously.

You were very voluptuous looking saying that you were of high status. You wore a white blouse with a black corset over it. The only women he knew of that exposed their corsets in public were prostitutes.Taking another look, you wore a long black skirt with  a dark blue plaid pattern adorning it. What was the oddest thing was the fact you were wearing boots only up to your ankle! “Are jou a expensive proztitute?” He couldn’t see you blush due to your black parasol shading your face. “ No I am a lady.” “ How do jou know meine name?” “ Your reputation perceives you.” “ I like the zound of zat!” You smiled. “ You would.” “ What’s your name?” Cocking his head to the side.

“ You will know it in due time.” You held out your hand to him. He took it. You walked and talked.“ I’m not from this time period. I came to tell you something.” “ What would zat be?” He was the personification of a country what could really surprise him? “ don’t be ashamed to be albino.” His face turned red. “ I am not ashamed!” He protested quite angrily. Glaring up at a smirking you. “ I know for a fact when an albino dyes their hair because of their genetics it turns blue.”  

He looked at his reflection that was located in the brook that the two of you were walking by. “ Beauty is objective. One Person will say you’re beautiful the next will say you’re hideous.” “ I bet everyone zays you are beautiful.” “ Not everyone. Some people think I’m fat. Others think I’m desirable. And some don’t care.” “ What!? You with ze lying you're very pretty! Don’t try and tricks me!” “ I’m not lying. Times and opinion change Gilbert.”  You knelt down and pecked him on the cheek. “ Thank you for the compliment though. i happen to think albinos are very exotic looking.” and with that you disappeared leaving a young Gilbert by himself. He looked at his reflection before smirking. “ If albino is what she want albino is what she gets!” He dunked his head into the brook until his hair was snow white again.

“Now that was very strange.” You mumbled as you were now seated in the  office of your husband’s garage. “ What’s strange, Frau?” “Do you remember a stranger kissing your cheek as a child?” Your mechanic/entrepreneur of  a husband looked deep in thought until he blurted out this bit of wisdom, “ This really weird prostitute.” You glared at him. “ That was me.” You managed to bite out tersely.” How is zat possible?” I made a wish so I could tell you how beautiful you are to me when you were really down and needed someone to tell you that.” “Oh.” Replied your husband. “ Zo  what brings you here?”  It’s amazing how childish your husband could be. “ I want to have kids.” He smirked. “ Baby making know zhat sounds fun.”

You wrapped your arm around his as you leaned against his shoulder. He was thinking already of the future you two will have. A girl that looks like the stunning image of you but with skin the color of  a strawberry milkshake, eyes like a bunny, and hair like freshly fallen snow fills his vision. “Noire? I like that name. Where did you come up with that name dear?” Your husband looked at you realizing he spoke out loud. “ It just came to the awesome me. Like you did.” He kissed you the last kiss that would be innocent for the remainder of this evening.