Titanic [Prussia x Reader] 4

Gilbert and Antonio wandered around the lower levels of the grand ship, looking for the room they would be staying in.

"G-60....G-60, G-60." Gilbert mumbled while trying to navigate the maze that was E Deck. So many people of all different cultures were down here, in the lowest of the classes living quarters. "Oh, here it is!" He opened the door to find two very surprised people. Both looked like the men they had won the tickets from and a little twinge of guilt flared in Gilbert's mind, but he barely noticed it as he introduced himself. "Gilbert Beilschmidt, nice to meet you." He shook both hands.

Antonio himself was climbing into the top bunk, silently laughing at Gilbert as he turned around and let his mouth fall open.

"Hey, who said you could have the top bunk?!" He playfully whacked his friend and went to investigate his own bunk on the bottom. The two men looked at each other in confusion.

"Where's Yao?" One asked to the other in their native language. He shrugged and they turned back to watch their new quarter mates.

Meanwhile, up in the first class living quarters, Ivan was pacing around his personal promenade while one servant followed him, looking slightly nervous.

"T-this is your private promenade deck, sir." He stuttered. "Would you be requiring anything?" Ivan said not a word as he waved him away. A look of relief crossed the servant's face as he bowed and exited. Inside the multiple staterooms booked by Ivan, ________ was in the parlor, with her maid fingering through a pile of paintings.

"This one?"

"No." ________ sighed. "It had a lot of faces on it." She herself began looking through the pile and came upon a glorious painting of many girls, semi-nude and posing all in different ways. "This is the one." She declared with a happy sigh, inspecting it with her (e/c) orbs.

"Would you like all of them out, miss?" The servant asked, getting ready to put the rather large stack of paintings into new spots in the room.

"Yes. We need a little color in this room." Ivan's personal servant, Eduard Von Bock, was directing the ship's workers into putting all the luggage into the correct spots.

"Put in there, in the wardrobe." He pointed one of the workers who was carrying a rather large safe. ________ eyed it and scoffed. Why Ivan had to drag that thing everywhere they went, she would never know.

"God, not those finger paintings again." Speak of the devil. Ivan came sauntering into the room, a look of disgust on his face as he watched ________ and her maid hang them up. "They certainly were a waste of money." ________ got quite offended, but tried to remain cool and calm.

"The difference between Ivan's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating." She set the one she was holding down on one of the many couches and backed away from it, staring at it dreamily. "Like being inside a dream of something. There's truth, but no logic."

"What's the artist's name?" The maid asked.

"Something Picasso."

"Something Picasso? Please, he won't amount to a thing. He won't, trust me." Ivan was determined to stamp out this love of something so stupid and pointless. At least, he thought it was stupid and pointless. _______ continued to hang up her paintings while Ivan continued to bash them. "At least they were cheap."

At Cherbourg, a woman named Elizabeta Hedervary came aboard. We all called her Lizzy. History would call her the unsinkable Lizzy Hedervary.

"Well I wasn't about to wait all day for you, sonny." She scolded a worker as she set down her heavy luggage. Some people were astonished that she had carried it all in by herself, but she never paid mind to those too "dainty" or "lady-like" to do their own lifting. "Here, think you can manage?"

Her husband had struck gold someplace out west and she was what mother called "new money." By the next afternoon, we were sailing west from Ireland, with nothing out ahead of us but ocean.

A very sharply dressed man stepped up to a balcony over looking one of the decks out in the open. His blonde hair was slicked back and his blue eyes seemed to always have a look of hardness to him. Deep down, he was a sweetheart, but he couldn't go all soft on his last voyage as a captain. His name was Ludwig and he had sailed many of the White Star line ships.

"Take her to sea, Mr. Jones." He ordered his first mate, Alfred Jones. As an american, it was unusual that he was a first mate. He was rowdy and had a ridiculous loud laugh, but that made him all the better for stone hard Ludwig. "Let's stretch her legs."

"Yes sir!" He said happily, going into the steering area to let the coal workers below know how much to shovel into the engines. The machinery was amazing, even for a ship. The gears and pumps began to work and the propeller in time spun faster, sending Titanic into almost full speed.

Up above, Gilbert and Antonio ran to the bow of the ship, excitedly looking down into the water below. It was amazing seeing the water break away as the ship glided through it. Gilbert still could not believe their amazing luck at winning those tickets.

"21 knots, sir!" Mr. Jones relayed to Captain Ludwig. He nodded and placed both hands on the railing, looking as happy as he could without smiling down onto the joyous people wandering around on the upper decks.

"Hey! Look look look!" Gilbert grabbed Antonio's arm and pointed back down into the water. To Antonio's surprise, dolphins jumped up and over the waves the ship was making, as if playing a game. It was spectacular to watch and both men laugh with glee. Gilbert jumped up onto the lowest rung on the railing and let out  small shout.

"I can see the Statue of Liberty already." Antonio joked. "Very small, of course!" Gilbert's feelings of happiness and joy and amazement filled him so much so that he had to let everyone know!

"I'm the king of the world!! Wooooooo!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Antonio joined in the shouting and both men let the whole world know their feelings.

~Time Skip~

"She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history." A man with dirty blonde hair and deep green eyes sat a table full with people dressed in fabulous clothing was describing his wonderful ship. "And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Honda here designed her from the keel plates up." Mr. Honda, Kiku Honda, was a rather small man with short black hair and dark brown eyes. He looked rather uncomfortable at the compliment, but forced out a small smile.

"I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Kirkland's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale....and so luxurious in it's appointments....that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is," He knocked on the table for emphasis, "Willed into solid reality."

"Hear, hear." Ivan toasted. He and _______ and Natalia all sat at the table, invited by the grand ship builder and idealist. All this talk bored ______ and she pulled out a cigarette to pass the time. Natalia noticed this and grimaced.

"You know I don't like that, ________." She whispered sternly. Ivan grabbed the thing from her mouth and quickly put it out, shooting a glare in her direction.

"She knows." The waiter tapped on his shoulder to receive his order. ________ wasn't entirely sure what she wanted, but the steak sounded rather delicious. "We'll both have the lamb, rare with very little mint sauce." ________ could not believe what he had just done and was unable to hide her slight frown from Lizzy. "You like lamb, right sunflower?" All _______ did was smile at him.

"You gonna cut her meat for her too there, Ivan?" Most everyone laughed, but Ivan looked rather angry, a dark aura surrounding him. Lizzy ignored this and continued the conversation. "Hey, who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you Arthur?" Mr. Kirkland looked rather proud and sat up straighter in his seat.

"Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength." _______ had had enough of this talk of her "prison ship" and decided to do something rather vulgar.

"Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Kirkland? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you." Lizzy was unable to hide her snort of laughter at this comment and Natalia and Ivan were both mortified at what she had just said,

"What's gotten into you?" Natalia hissed. ______ ignored her and got up.

"Excuse me."

"I do apologize." Natalia said, sounding rather upset.

"She's a pistol, Ivan. Hope you can handle her." Lizzy remarked, inspired by that spark of fire in _______.

"Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Hedervary?" The way he said this shut Lizzy right up, making everyone at the table rather uncomfortable.

"Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?" Asked Arthur, not having a clue what _______ was talking about.

Back down on one of the open decks, several of the third class passengers were watching the ocean sail by. The man and his daughter from the pier were inspecting the ocean while Gilbert sat nearby, a notebook in his lap. He was sketching furiously onto the bank page, drawing out the scene of the girl and her father. The detail was amazing and it was a wonder that he himself had not become famous for his art yet.

"The ship is nice, huh?" Antonio asked, breaking his concentration. Another man leaned up against the rail next to Antonio. He had long wavy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

"Yeah, it's an Irish ship." He said in a french accent.

"It's English, no?" Antonio asked, turning towards this stranger.

"No it was built in Ireland. 15,000 Irishmen built this ship. Not those stupide Englishmen." At this moment, a worker walked by with a few of the first class ship goer's dogs, walking them to do their business on the third class open deck. The French man scoffed and scrunched his nose up. "That's typical. First class dogs come down her to take a shit!" Gilbert finally decided to join in on the conversation, declaring in his mind that he liked this stranger.

"Ah, lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things."

"Like we could forget?" Gilbert laughed softly, liking this man even more.

"I'm Francis Bonnefoy." The man said, sticking out his hand for Gilbert to shake. Gilbert and Antonio introduced themselves to their new friend.Francis just happened to notice Gilbert's drawings and whistled.

"Do you make any money with your drawings?" Gilbert was just about to answer when something distracted him. Actually, it was more like a someone. Just behind Francis, on the first class open deck, a beautiful girl with (h/c) locks curled up into a frilly hairdo and (e/c) eyes that revealed the fire of passion and anger from her soul to the outside world. Her gold and red dress hugged her body nicely, completing her sophisticated look. Francis noticed Gilbert's crimson eyes were not on him and turned to see the woman that captured his attention. "Oh forget it, monsieur. You'd as like have angels fly out of your ass as get next to the likes of her."

This didn't stop Gilbert from staring, though. It was like he was in a trance. At that moment, the girl felt a pair of eyes watching her and turned her head to see Gilbert. She didn't seem startled at his unusual appearance, but more intrigued. She quickly looked away, but her eyes darted back again, meeting his. Antonio waved his hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention.

"Oh." A man who obviously knew this girl grabbed her by the arm. Gilbert was slightly intimidated by him. Even at a distance, the man looked a couple inches taller than himself. And what was with that scarf? He seemed to say something to the girl that she didn't like, as she turned away from him and stalked off. He paced around for a moment before following her off to where ever she had gone. Gilbert was disappointed. The man seemed to young to be her father, so he had to be her husband or fiancé. Or maybe her brother? No they seemed to close for that. Gilbert sighed as the other two men continued on their conversation. Gilbert tried to focus on that, but his mind kept going back to those (e/c) eyes and how....caged they looked.