Hitman!PrussiaxReader ~The Underground Truth~FINAL

The Underground Truth Finale

Why was Gilbert crying?

Your hand felt like a thousand lead weights were tied onto it, but you managed to reach out and touch his cheek.

"Gilbert…?" Your voice was almost inaudible. You felt awful like you had been stabbed in the stomach—wait, you were stabbed in the stomach. Your let your hand drop and felt your abdomen where the knife cut inside you. To your surprise, there wasn't a gash or even a drop of blood.

"Gilbert?" you repeated. Your voice was getting stronger and your senses sharper.

"__________...? __________? Are you really alive?" Gilbert wiped away some of his tears.

"Of course I'm alive, silly," you smiled. "Do you think you could help me up—"

"__________!!"

"Oof!" You felt the air get knocked out of you as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you.

"Francis?" You were bewildered. Was this all real? You felt yourself get hugged by another pair of arms.

"T-Toni?" you stammered.

"I'm so glad you're alright, __________," Antonio sniffed as he wiped away a single tear that threated to escape his eye.

You looked at your white-haired, red-eyed savior. You smiled.

"Welcome back, __________," Gilbert said wrapping his arms around the whole group.

"What are you guys—stop it! You're going to squish me!" you cried trying to break loose unsuccessfully.

You all stopped as you heard a groan. You all turned your heads to see Allistor lying on the floor, his conscious coming to.

"Wait right here, __________," Gilbert said releasing you and walking over to the groggy Kirkland, "I'll take care of him."

"Hang on!" you cried and broke free from Francis and Antonio.

"__-__________?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"I thought he was dead!" Antonio cried to Francis.

"Gilbert called me on such short notice, all I could pack were some watered-down sleeping darts!" Francis spat.

You walked over to Allistor and knelt beside Arthur who was also by his side.

"Just kill me, __________," Allistor groaned, his green eyes falling on yours with a sad look. "I've caused you enough harm."

You shook your head. "As much as I hate you for stabbing me and threatening to destroy the other families and hurting Gilbert…" Once you mentioned it, Gilbert examined the deep gashes in his shoulder and abdomen. "…I can't bring myself to kill you."

"__________?"

You smiled to yourself remembering those moments with Allistor as a child.

"You were my first love," you said. "I couldn't kill someone I loved, now, could I?"

"What?!" Gilbert started to get up, but his friends held him back.

"You mean…you remember?" Allistor blinked in astonishment.

You nodded. "I couldn't forget that bright tomato-red hair of yours. And I definitely won't forget when you and I kissed…"

Gilbert was trying to break free, but Francis and Antonio held fast.

You turned to Arthur and whispered so softly that only he could hear you. When you finished, Arthur looked at you with a serious expression and nodded.

You stuck out your hand and lifted Allistor to his feet.

"We need to get you guys medical treatment," you said walking towards the exit. "Well, Gilbert more than anyone else, but you know what I mean."

"Hold on!" Gilbert yanked his arms away from his friends (and cursed when he tugged on his injured shoulder) and ran to you.

"You're just going to let him off like that?" Gilbert cried. "He was going to kill the Vargases, the Braginskis, and my family! He almost killed you! He was going to make you fall in love with him!"

You smiled mischievously. "But I'm already in love with him, Gilbert."

"____—_________," Gilbert stuttered. Allistor frowned in confusion.

"I just don't love him in the same way I do for you," you finished up.

"__________, I'm so sorry," Allistor mumbled.

"I forgive you, Allistor," you giggled.

"Wait up!" Francis, Antonio, and Arthur cried as they went after you as you started following the yarn trail to the end of the tunnel.

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"Allistor really gave it to you, huh?" you asked as you cleaned up Gilbert's shoulder. His abdomen was already covered in bandages.

"It's not so bad now that I know you're okay," Gilbert said. He winced as you applied some alcohol to his wound.

"Sorry!" you said quickly.

Gilbert smirked. "You're so cute when you're all worked up." He grabbed your chin gently and turned you to him and kissed you.

"Mmpf!" you muffled and accidentally pressed too hard onto Gilbert's shoulder.

"Gah!" Gilbert flinched and pulled back. You buried your face in your hands.

"I'm sorry! I just keep ruining it!" you cried. But Gilbert pulled lightly on your hair and brought you in for another kiss. This time you didn't move. You just closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment—a moment that didn't last for very long.

"Ohonhonhon~" a distinct French voice laughed. "Mon little Gilbert is all grown up."

"Get out, you damn Frenchman!" Gilbert shouted and threw his shirt at Francis. It fluttered to the ground causing you to double up in laughter. Francis joined you followed by Antonio who was right behind him.

"It's not funny!" Gilbert blushed. Pretty soon, he chuckled, and then it grew into laughter from all the relief he felt.

With the situation resolved, Francis and Antonio left early saying they wanted to leave the two of you alone.

"It's all over now, huh?" Gilbert asked after he thanked his departing friends.

You paused. "There's one more thing left to do here."

"And what's that?" Gilbert asked.

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"You're sure this is the right approach?" Gilbert asked looking at you and Arthur.

"The knowledge of the Kirkland Emerald will be mine to bear from now on," Arthur said.

"What about Cailean and Dylan?" you asked.

"I think it's better that they didn't know any of this happened," Arthur replied. He looked at you with a thoughtful gaze. You smiled slightly. For the youngest Kirkland, he was acting very maturely. "Do you want to say anything to Allistor before you go?"

"I don't," Gilbert snorted. He still hadn't gotten over the whole deal with you and Allistor.

"Then I'll go," you said and went to see the oldest Kirkland brother.

Allistor was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. He didn't bother to sit up when you came into his room.

"Hi, Allistor," you greeted.

"Hey, __________," Allistor replied back.

You sat on the bed next to Allistor for a few seconds. You weren't one for great farewells, so you wanted to get straight to the point.

"Allistor, Arthur and I plan on erasing your memories," you told him.

To your surprise, Allistor didn't seem shocked. "Aye, I figured you'd do something like that."

"Allistor, I want you to have this back." You took Allistor's hand and placed a dull green gem inside. "It's to keep me somewhere deep in your memories even if you don't remember."

Allistor took your hand and kissed it. "I'll treasure it forever."

You bent down and kissed Allistor back on the forehead. "Promise?"

He smiled. "Promise."

"Ready, __________?" Arthur asked sticking his head inside his brother's room.

"Yes," you nodded. "Allistor, I'll never forget you."

"Thank you, __________," Allistor said as a tear escaped his glistening emerald eyes.

Arthur placed his hand steadily onto his brother's forehead as more tears began to follow. He recited a spell under his breath causing a faint light to glow between his hand and Allistor's forehead. When he finished the spell, the light faded and Allistor's eyes were closed. The tears had stopped.

Arthur took his hand away. He swallowed, his lips trembling. "He should come around in a few hours."

"Thank you, Arthur," you said taking a last look at Allistor before leaving his room.

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"You'll come and visit sometime?" Arthur asked as you got on the horse behind Gilbert.

"Of course," you said. "And promise to keep this all a secret."

"What went on here will remain a secret for as long as I live and breath," Arthur promised.

"How about when you're dead and underground?" Gilbert joked.

"Gilbert!" You slapped your partner on his bad shoulder.

"Schiesse, __________!" Gilbert cried out in pain.

"I'm not sorry this time! You deserved it!"

"Are you okay with Gilbert taking the reins?" Arthur asked unsure of Gilbert's physical well-being.

"Don't forget, I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!" Gilbert boasted. "The awesome me never falters when on duty!"

"What duty?" you asked rolling your eyes.

"Mein duty of being your awesome lover!" Gilbert answered obnoxiously. "And when we get home, how about we try that again as a reward for saving you?"

"'_Again?'" you heard Arthur mumble to himself.

"For your information," your voice rose as you felt the blood rush to your cheeks, "you didn't save me, Arthur did."

"Who brought you back to life?" Gilbert asked.

"Who saved your ass from getting chopped up into mince meat?" you countered.

Arthur face-palmed as the two of you said your goodbyes and rode back to the Beilschmidt House arguing the entire time. It was a long ride back.

--Epilogue, several years later--

"Son, stay close to your mother, you hear me?"

"Yes, Father!"

Allistor waved and watched his son go with his mother to his first horseback-riding lesson. He brushed his fiery red hair back and looked at the sky. Everything was peaceful.

"Aren't you going to get ready for the big meeting?" Arthur asked sipping a cup of his favorite tea.

"Don't tell me what to do, you little rascal," Allistor teased. "Who's hosting it again?"

Arthur let out a heavy sigh. "Why don't you ever read the invitations before you agree to these things? Gilbert and his wife, ___________, are going to be hosting it at the Beilschmidt House, remember?"

"I was just testing you, Artie," Allistor smiled ruffling his little brother's hair. Arthur rolled his eyes and walked back to the manor to get prepared.

Allistor returned his gaze back at the sky and held out the emerald he always kept on him. The sunlight pierced through the lustrous green stone and created green rays that danced in his matching green eyes. He didn't remember where he got it, but he remembered finding it resting in his hand the day he woke up with a pounding headache several years ago. Though he might not have remembered where it came from, he had a feeling that it belonged to someone that was once very important to him. He hadn't smoked or drunk liquor since.

The End

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