Placing Bets-Pirate!PrussiaxMale!Reader

Pirate!Prussia x Male!Reader
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"Deal's a deal, old man. Tell me vhere he is." Silverette  smirked at the elderly man, who was currently praying forgiveness. The elderly man had just lost his son in a bet, and that particular son was you, he just lost you in a bet to Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt of the imfamous Sea Bird pirate ship.

"H-he's at home, near the old floral shop near the fish pond in center square…" The elderly man was to shocked that he lost to cry over the fact that he had just lost his only son.

"Kesesesesesesese~ Pleasure doing business with you, old man!" Turning on his heel, he walked out of the building and towards his men. "Come on boys! Let's get my prize!" All of the grungy sailors cheered at their captain's win. "Kesesesesese~ __________~ Let's hope you like water!"
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You were currently helping your mother with cooking. Your little sister was sitting under the dining table playing with the doll you had scraped enough money to buy her for her 4 birthday, she was now 6 and the doll still looked brand new. You heard a large group cheering down the street but you just figured it was just a family cheering for a birthday or a wedding…well that's what you thought until the front door of your house was busted down. Your mother and sister screamed from the sudden intrusion of your home. In reaction you grabbed the nearest object to defend your family with, which happened to be a frying pan that you were just using not to long ago.

"So, you must be _________!" A man stood in front of you. He was wearing at long royal blue and golden embroidered coat, he also had a black captain's hat propped on top of his unusual  silver hair, he also had bright red eye's that seemed to bore into yours sharply. "It's time to go meine kleine Rabbiner…" The male stepped forward and out of reaction, you swung to still scalding hot pan, connecting it to his check causing him to howl in pain. The captain's men all roared in rage at the fact that their captain has just been burned by you, but the said captain stood up and held up a hand silencing his men. "You're coming with me, ________." That cocky smirk was gone and replaced with a disappointed frown. Your father had told him that you were extremely timid, but so far that only proved to be a lie…okay…maybe not. Gilbert notice how badly your form was shaking, you clutched onto the frying pan for dear life and your wide eyes now held tears in them. The first thing that came to his mind was a kicked puppy. "Well aren't you cute. Welp! Here we go, no more games!" Almost instantly Gilbert swung you over his should with a overly happy smirk. As he was about to leave he felt a tug on his coat. He looked down, keeping his hold on your struggling form, he peered down at your little 6 year old sister. "Hello, kleines Mädchen." He always had a soft spot for kids, especially for his little brother.

"Give me bwack my brudter!" Your little sister wailed and kicked his boot. Gilbert starred down at her with amusement, his brother was always the type to put up a valid argument instead of throwing a tantrum so it was funny to see a little kid trying to break his foot.

"Now now, mädchen, your  vater gave your big bruder to me…well actually…He lost your bruder in a bet to me!" The Prussian captain laughed as both your mother and sisters faces twisted into horror.

"He…he did what? He lost my son in a bet?!" You mother's voice reached your ears, by the waver in her voice you could tell she was on the verge of tears. "Please, please don't do this! He's my baby! My only son, my daughter's only big brother!"

"Nein, I'm afraid I can't do that! He lost him fair and square, so now he's mine!" Smiling and laughing obnoxiously. He swung his hand, giving your bottom a loud smack, causing you to blush and smack the back of his head out of reaction. "It's time to go!" Gilbert made his way over to the busted door, kicking it in the process.

"Wait, please!" Your mother ran towards you and the silverette captain, almost tripping on her skirts. "Wait please! Please…please come to visit…I know I can't stop you. You're a grown man and I'm an elderly lady, just please, let my son visit us…" By this time your mother was sobbing quite loudly, covering her face with her flour covered hands. Gilbert smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder causing her to look up at him.

" Of course! I may be an awesome pirate captain but I'm not that mean! And don't vorry, I'll take good care of him!" Smiling a million watt smile, he walked out of small home and towards his massive ship at the docks.
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"vell here ve are! Kesesesesesese~ Home sweet home!" Gilbert tossed you onto his bed, which you noted was way too cushioned…it pretty much ate you. The Prussian captain shrugged off his royal blue coat and placed it on an arm chair in the room. Dive bombing into the bed, and successfully scaring the crap out of you, he rolled over and stared at you. Not breaking the eye contact, you scooted away from his, which in turn he grabbed your ankle and drug you back closer to him. Back and forth, you two repeated that for the next hour until Gilbert frowned and wrapped his arms around your legs keeping you still. "Stop moving avay from the awesome me!" You continued to squirm trying to get out of his grasp.

"P-please, just let me go home…" You curled into a ball, well as much as you can with your legs being held down.  "I just want to go home…"

"Nien! No, you're going to stay with me and be my awesome pet!" Body slamming you and knocking the wind out of you, he pouted stubbornly and glared at you. Your face was now being smash into the overly stuffed bed and bedding, groaning in pain from the sudden added weight you heard a small call out from the door of the room.

"Bruder…your crushing him…" As soon as that voice spoke the added weight left as Gilbert tumbled off the bed and towards the voice.

"Vest! When did you get there! Kesesesesesese~" Gilbert was now hugging a young boy, who seem to be at least 10 years old.

"I just got here enough to see to crush the poor guy…" The blond boy gestured towards you as he struggled to get out the Prussians grasp.

"Kesesesesese~ Anyway, _________, this is my little brother, Vest!"  Gilbert picked up his little brother and threw him on to the bed next to you, causing him to bounce and frown disapprovingly.  

"Vest?" You tilted your head and stared at your captor with a confused look, thinking, that's a strange name. Gilbert's happy smile fell into a deadpanned frown.

"…N-no, I said Vest."

"Yea, you said Vest."

"No Vest, W-E-S-T, Vest!"

"That's West, you said Vest."

"I said Vest!" Gilbert was flailing his arms in aggravation.

"My name's Ludvig!" The boy next to you finally spoke.  He had his eyes closed in a irritated manner. You blinked and turn towards him to apologize.

"O-oh, I-I'm sorry, Ludwig!"

"Nein, it's fine. Anyway, bruder…" Gilbert sat up and looked at his brother, " The cook said dinner should be ready in a few minutes."

"Awesome, food!" The Prussian jumped you again slinging you over his shoulder once again. "Don't worry, ________! You'll like it here!"

"…I really hope so…"