Our Last Summer [Fem!Prussia x Reader | Yuri]

Your name is Julchen Beilschmidt and you are hopelessly in love with your best friend.

It started out innocently enough. There would be that little tug on your heartstrings every time her mouth curved into a smile. Then your skin would become hot and unbearably tight whenever she would say your name. Finally, your throat would close up if she looked you directly in the eyes and you would find yourself unable to properly respond to what she was saying without stumbling over your words like a fool.

Of course, the fact remains that in order to maintain your reputation as a wild and strong-willed person, you have to try your damnedest to hide all those emotions whenever (name) is around.

Today just happens to be one of those days in which you must do so.

It's summer. The summer between your senior year of high school and first year of college. The last summer that you and your friends will probably be together for a long, long time. The last summer you will be with (name) before she goes off to pursue her education halfway across the United States, many miles away from you.

The last summer you have to finally come clean to her about how she has turned your entire being upside down.

"Julchen?" your younger brother calls from the hallway outside your room, jolting you from your thoughts. "Feliciana and I are ready to go. Are you going to be any longer?"

"I'll be there in a couple of minutes, Ludwig," you answer quickly as you rush about your room, gathering things to shove in a bag. "Promise I won't be too long!"

"Ja, ja, alright." The sound of Ludwig's steps walking away from your door makes you pause for a minute and stare in the mirror for some reason. As one final bash before parting ways, everyone was going to go on a group vacation for a week down at the Bonnefoy family's lakeside resort. Francine had planned the entire thing as a last-ditched effort to get various persons of your gang to confess their feelings to one another - you towards (name) included, as the Frenchwoman had oh so blatantly proclaimed over the phone to you. She just couldn't resist playing matchmaker and the romantic getaway was bound to work for everyone, or so she swore. Who knew?

In the mirror you see not the haughty, cocky Julchen Beilschmidt that everyone else knows so well. No, you see a stranger. Long and disorderly white hair frames a pale face, lips that normally curl into a smirk drawn in a thin line. Heterochromatic eyes - ones you had always felt uncomfortable about despite many friends' assurance that it made you gorgeous - appeared dull and rather lifeless. The scar under your left eye from a certain accident makes you wince, a reminder of just how rash and ignorant you had been as a child.

This Julchen Beilschmidt looks tired and and anxious, and it is a look you are unaccustomed to.

"Aw, fuck," you growl under your breath as you tear your gaze away from the mirror and finish packing. "Get a hold of yourself! It's not like (name) is going to hate you! Maybe you won't even get a chance to confess! So stop being such a moron and just get going." Huffing at your apprehension, you lug the suitcase out of your messy room and down the hall, out of the door and into the front driveway. Ludwig and his girlfriend Feliciana are in the front seats, the car ready to speed down the highway. You force a smirk on your face as you say hello to Feli and wink at Ludwig, who flushes immediately; teasing the blond machoman has always been your favorite pastime, and it was just so damn easy at times.

"Who's ready for some fun?" you ask in an overly excited tone, hoping neither the Italian cutie or your younger brother notice just how constrained you sound. "You two gonna get all cozy on the sand and make out? I hope so. I'll watch and root you guys on. Just remember - condoms are your best friend!"

"Julchen!" Ludwig barks in humiliation as Feliciana just giggles to herself, covering her pinkened face. "Mein Gott, stop being so vulgar!" With that he starts the car up and the hour-long drive to the lake begins.




When Ludwig pulls the car into the lakefront, already the beach is teeming with your friends. The air is alive with the sounds of laughter and various banter, as well as splashing contests from the water. The large and most likely extravagant cabin owned by the Bonnefoy family overlooks the beautiful, pristine lake, and your heart comes to a complete stop when you recognize a figure with a mop of (h/c) hair standing on the porch. Resisting the urge to sink down into the vinyl seats, you roll the window down and shout out, "Oy! (Name)!" as exuberantly as you can.

She turns her head from the lake to you and a grand smile lights up her face like the goddamn sun. (E/c) eyes meet yours from ten feet away and she waves, yelling back, "Julchen! You're right on time! I was afraid you guys were going to be late, since you're not one for punctuality." Her tone is teasing and though you know it's not meant to be flirtatious in the least, you can't help the way your face heats up.

"Yeah, yeah," you grumble as you step out of the car, leaving the suitcase for Ludwig to handle. He is, after all, a complete gentleman. "That's because I shouldn't have to wait for anyone - you all must wait for the awesome me!"

"Riiiiight," (Name) drawls out sarcastically with a roll of her eyes and as you approach the porch, you almost do a doubletake. Your best friend's body is clad in a simple two-piece black bathing suit. There is no glitz or glam about it and it is very practical, yet the way it hugs her form like it was crafted around it is almost enough to make you drop dead right then and there. 

She's so...sexy...and cute...oh Gott, I've got it bad. It takes everything in you to not cover your face and squeal with a mixture of delight and frustration. "W-wow," you stammer out, cursing yourself when you can't control it. "You look mighty fine, Schatz!" The German word for "treasure" had always been your pet name for (name), but nowadays it sent thrills up and down your spine to call her such.

"Oh, you think so?" (Name) visibly shifts in embarrassment. "I just wanted something plain. It's not like I'm here to impress anyone." She shrugs and gives you a nervous smile, and the notion sends your heart up in flames.

Stop being so adorable! You silently beg her as Ludwig clears his throat from behind you. You turn around and he shoves your suitcase into your open arms. "Danke," you say dryly as he gives you a meaningful look before walking off hand-in-hand with Feliciana, most likely annoyed that you bothered him with something so menial. "I'm going to go put my suit on. Be back in a bit!"

Without waiting for (name) to say something, you race into the cabin like your life depends on it.

Francine and Isabel are inside the kitchen, creating flamboyant trays of finger food and such. A groan escapes your mouth as you all but collapse on the table, spreading your upper half out on the surface and dropping the suitcase to the floor. "I can't do this!" you bemoan in a self-pitying manner. "Why did I have to come when I knew she was going to be in a swimsuit? And later when she's in the lake, she's going to...be all wet! And it's going to be really cute and attractive! Fucking hell, let me just die right now!"

"Chica, you okay?" Isabel asks worriedly, green eyes scanning your form. The young Spaniard woman walks over and rubs your forehead in a motherly way, and you whine like a puppy. Francine just grins and puts her hands on her hips and gives you a wink with violet eyes.

"Julchen will be fine!" The dirty blonde proclaims. "She just needs to confess her undying amour to dear (name), oui?"

"Nein," you protest weakly, shaking your head. "I can't do it. I can sing karaoke in front of the whole school wearing a maid dress. I can call Lovino an angry tomato every time I see him and run away before he punches me. I can taste Arthur's cooking without dying. I can kick Amelia's ass in every video game she has. But I can not tell (name) about the feelings I have for her."

Despair creeps up into your soul and you sigh. "She definitely won't feel the same. And it won't really matter. She's going to college far away. I won't see her except on holidays if she decides to come home."

"So?" Isabel gives you a warm and comforting smile. "You'll have it off your chest, si? Just try it, chica. Promise us? You'll have fun this week anyway!"

"Besides, if she turns you down, there's always me!" Francine jokes. You glare at her and she gives a timid laugh. "Kidding, Julchen. I was kidding. Just go put your suit on and get your flirting skills in order."

You give a silent nod and drag yourself off the table and into the bathroom. Discarding your clothes onto the floor you tug on your swimsuit - a bikini, of course, but one not as plain as (name)'s. It's an indigo one with white strips and little ribbons on the bottom piece and a bow between your breasts. Nodding in satisfaction at your figure in the mirror you tie up your unruly white mass of hair and step outside onto the porch where (name) is waiting. Since your short time in the cabin it seems like the temperature has risen by about twenty degrees and you wipe a few drops of sweat from your forehead before saying to the young woman next to you, "Do you want to go take a dip now while everyone's too busy on the beach? Later on the lake may get a bit crowded."

"Sure!" (Name) nods and suddenly links her arm with yours, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. "Hm? Something wrong, Julchen?" she asks in unease as the two of you walk across the sand and down to the beach where everyone else is having a good time.

"N-Nein," you shake your head and bit the insides of your cheeks. "Just a little hot, (name). Nothing some water won't fix, ja? C'mon, let's hurry!" You drag her along before she can ask another question, the fact that your skin is pressing against hers so closely making you want to scream. Rushing through the crowd of familiar faces you ignore the sound of both (name)'s and your name being called out as the two of you jump into the water.

The cold liquid hits your skin like a glacier and you shriek at the contact, giving (name) a brash grin. She laughs and the two of you wade in to where the water is up to your chests. "The water is really nice out here," she comments quietly. "It's so clean. Guess that's what happens when it's a privately-owned lake, huh? Francine sure is lucky. I'm glad she decided to host this weeklong bash. It's nice. I just wish this wasn't our last summer together with everyone..."

(Name) looks down and refuses to meet your eyes. You frown and wade closer to her, putting your hand on her shoulder. "Hey, cheer up, Schatz!" you try to say with confidence, but your voice wavers ever so slightly. "It's not like the Stone Age. We can all email and text each other and stuff. Let's not think about the future and focus on the here and now."

"I guess," she mumbles before suddenly leaning against you with a heavy sigh. You freeze slightly and swallow hard, hoping she can't hear the sound of your heartbeat tripling. "I've just been thinking a lot." (Name) sighs again and you can feel her breath fanning your damp skin. "How all of us have known one another since...forever. You and I have been friends since preschool, Julchen. And I want to go to the university because it has the programs I want, but the thought of being away from everyone really hurts. Especially you, Julchen. You're my best friend. What am I going to do without you?"

"Don't get all sentimental with me, (name)," you mumble as you lean your head against hers, anguish deciding to make an appearance in your heart. "I may have a hard outer shell, but when you start to get emotional then that sort of just falls apart."

"Because deep down you're a sap, Julchen Beilschmidt," (Name) teases wistfully, looking up and meeting your heterochromatic eyes with her (e/c) ones. "And I just happen to know how to exploit it."

The thing where you can't breathe happens and you sort of just stare at her like an idiot. You become hyper-aware of the proximity between the two of you and the way her eyes literally bore right into your own and make their way to your soul. "U-Uh..." you cough, tearing your gaze away before something stupid happens. Shit, you think, that was really cute too. Why does she have to turn me into such a mushy pile of potatoes? Why can't I keep my cool in front of her anymore? This isn't fair! "Let's go deeper," you suddenly blurt out, ruining the mood instantly. "We're too close to the shore and can't have sappy conversations when everyone's noise level is impeding on it, ja?"

You push (name) away and dive under the calm surface, pushing your arms and legs through the lake's water and swimming towards the deeper area. You shook your head underwater and cursed yourself yet again, wishing that you could be suave and charming instead of a total blundering dimwit in front of (name). You couldn't even remember the last time you didn't feel like your heart and lungs and other organs were about to crawl up your throat whenever you were within hearing distance of her. 

When you resurface you are about thirty feet away from the shore and (name) is right behind you. Paddling in a circle, you stare up at the sky and pray to whatever ancestors or deities that were listening to have pity on you for the next half hour or so.

You might as well come clean to (name) and admit your feelings before you could chicken out.

"Hope there aren't any snakes in here," (Name) grumbles as she makes her way towards you. She must have dunked underwater as well because her (h/c) is dripping wet and now the top of her bikini is clinging to her lovely chest. You swallow another lump down your throat and just give her a nervous chuckle, feigning a smirk.

"If there is, I'll take care of 'em for you, Schatz," you promise boldly, cracking your knuckles. 

"Thanks, Julchen. You always have been my knight in shining armor," she meets your overdone smirk with a shy smile and suddenly fidgets, looking away. "...about what I said earlier, though? I...seriously don't know what I'm going to do without you. I know that the university didn't fit your needs, but I really wish you could have been accepted there too. I'm going to miss you so much, Julchen."

A sniffle makes your eyes widen and you stare at (name) as you realize there are tears in her eyes, reflecting in the sunlight as they drip down her cheeks and into the water. "Oh, no," you coo softly, drifting up to her side. "Don't cry, (name). Please..."

"I-I'm sorry. I can't help it," (Name) sniffles again. "We've always been together. I know that now we're eighteen and so we're technically legal adults, but I just want us to stay...kids, I guess? No, not kids; just...together. Like we always used to promise when we were younger. And when you got your scar." She gestures to your left eye and you subconsciously raise a hand and touch the puckered skin. "Remember? We were just playing around in the woods behind my house and I dared you to climb that one tree...a-and you lost your footing and fell...and there was so much blood, I thought you were going to die!"

She's full blown sobbing now, shoulders quivering like a human earthquake. "B-But you promised me that we were going to stay together and to not worry, even as you were passing out. All you could th-think about was making sure I was happy. Y-you've always been so kind to me, Julchen...s-so when I leave for college...I-I don't - "

You do it before you can stop yourself.

Your hands go onto (name)'s shoulders and you can feel the pulsating warmth beneath your fingertips. You turn her body towards you and brush a stray strand of (h/c) hair from her face with a thumb, using the same digit to wipe away the biggest tear you can find on her cheeks. You say nothing as (name)'s whimpers halt in surprise when you bring your face down close towards hers, instead wrapping your arms around her body and pulling her in tight. 

And then you kiss her.

(Name)'s lips taste like tears. All you want to do is kiss that melancholy flavor away. You feel her breasts pressing against yours as a strange sound rumbles from her throat and her hands rise up around your neck. Your legs become a pretzel with hers but somehow the two of you manage to stay afloat. A selfish craving fills in the bottom of your stomach and you run your tongue along her mouth, hoping it doesn't deter her. To your surprise, however, (name)'s lips part nervously and you take that incentive to slowly and cautiously slide your tongue into her mouth.

As cliche as it sounds, (name) tastes like strawberries. Perhaps she had eaten some before you arrived to the lake; perhaps not. It didn't matter. What matters is the sweetness that you can taste on your tongue and the way she is kissing you back full force, her own tongue gingerly gliding against yours. What matters are the tears that are no longer falling from her eyes and how (name)'s grip on you is tightening, pressing her body as close as she can while most of the two of you are submerged underwater.

What matters is (name).

You suppose that time passes yet it feels as if it does not pass at all. Everything comes to a standstill. And when it finally begins to move again, you and (name) break free and pant softly as you regain your breath, your cheeks flushed beyond the normal act of blushing and your lips swollen and plump. (Name) stares at you and you stare back; neither of you know what to say as you float there in the water entangled in each other's limbs.

At last the words manage to slowly crawl out of your mouth like a survivor from a plane crash escaping the wreckage.

"Ich liebe dich, (name). I love you. I have for a long time. And I know we're both girls, and that you're my best friend and that this is really fucking weird, but I had to say it. I had to kiss you. I'm sorry, Schatz. O-Oh, sorry - I won't call you that anymore."

Instead of shouting in disgust (name) lets out a breathless laugh. "Julchen, you dumbass!" she says with affection, arms still wrapped around your neck. "For as 'awesome' as you've always claimed yourself to be, you've never realized, have you?" Her tone becomes soft and she leans forward, resting her forehead against your own.

"I love you too, Julchen. I don't care if we're both girls. Love is love, right? That's why I didn't want this to be our last summer. That's why I don't want to go to college without you. Because I truly don't know what I'll do without you by my side every day."

Well. It appears my ancestors or some righteous deity answered my prayers.

A joy like nothing you have ever experienced before swells in your heart and you feel as if it may burst out of spontaneous combustion. You let out an equally breathless laugh as she did before, expelling all your doubt and fear with it into the air. Your arms tighten around her waist and you almost scream in delight, but instead merely whisper, "You're way too awesome to love me back, (name). Thank you so much."

You feel your eyes mist up with the beginnings of tears and (name) grins. "See? I told you that you were a big sap," she teases softly, kissing the end of your nose. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret."

Your response is cut off by a bout of cheers from the shore. You and (name) turn your gaze from each other towards said noise only to see your entire friend group standing on the water's edge, catcalling and whistling and giving a thumbs up.

"My plan worked~" Francine sings from the shore, looking devious and quite pleased with herself. "Alright, I'd better start shoving some of you into the lake so you can all make out. Who wants to go first?"

"Just remember, sister," Ludwig calls out in a completely serious tone. "Condoms are your best friend."

You and (name) both groan in embarrassment and you make it a mental note to burn your little brother's underwear at some point so he has to go commando. Yet despite the clumsy feels inside of you, you manage to smile as wide as you possibly can and whisper to (name), "This may be our last summer as best friends...but how about it's our first summer as girlfriends. Ja?"

You look at her with hopeful eyes and (name) nods ardently, grinning from ear-to-ear as a pleased blush settles on her cheeks. In that moment she looks simultaneously more beautiful and more adorable than she ever had.

"I think I'll be okay with that," she answers you in a loving tone. "How could I pass up the chance to have the awesome Julchen Beilschmidt as my girlfriend?"

You give her a smirk and without warning attack her with a voracious kiss, almost dumping her into the lake waters with your energetic assault. And once again, nothing else matters but (name).

It was going to be a fantastically awesome summer.