BTT x Reader - Unreachable?

France


He met her in a small cozy bar. He – for once – was not looking for a one-night fling or a hot woman that time, he just wanted to have some self-time and peace. Just a bit of wine and the quiet murmur of other people. He always came to this bar for that, never once picking up a woman there, only drinking a few glasses of wine and then leaving.
As he sat down on a bar stool and the barkeeper gave him his usual order, Francis looked around, not really interested in others, only doing a bit of watching. The door opened and he noticed that it begun to rain a bit, the young woman entering shook her damp (h/c) locks before she raised her head and Francis nearly gasped at her beautiful facial features and her sparkling (e/c) eyes. She sat down next to him and her smell invaded his nose, making him dizzy and wanting. After ordering, she smiled as she noticed his look on her.
“Ah, did I wet your clothes? I'm sorry!” she laughed lightly and Francis was bewitched by her angel-like voice.
She cocked her head when he did not answer.
“Oh, no, you didn't.” he answered, snapping out of his daze. Then he searched his mind for a good line, but it was emptied. All his eloquence towards the opposite gender had suddenly disappeared and left a certain French man only with a wildly thumping heart.
She smiled again and chuckled. “Good.” the barkeeper handed her the drink, a simple cocktail, smiling broadly. She thanked him, took a swing and turned around, watching the other visitors inside the bar. She smiled softly as she saw a couple, holding hands and bumping noses.
She sighed a bit before returning her gaze to Francis.
After a few seconds of silence, she giggled. “Do you like staring at others?”
“Oh, Je suis désolé.” he laughed a bit. “You caught me staring. But I can't help it, you're quite the beauty.” he winked lightly then resisted the urge to smack himself. 'Is that the only thing you can do?'
Her eyebrows were a bit raised, before she broke into a broad smile, then began laughing. He chuckled along with her, waiting for her response.
When her laughter subsided, she graciously smiled at him. “I haven't heard such a line since god-knows-when.” she giggled again, making Francis smile at her even more, loving her amusement.
“Well...” he began slowly.
“That was actually quite adorable.” she added as an afterthought, smiling to herself.
He blushed slightly. 'Adorable? That's good, isn't it?'
He cleared his throat. “Well, my mind was really empty and it just came out.”
She smiled and stuck out her hand. “You deserve something for the bravery of that. And you made me laugh. How about my name? I'm _________.”
He took her hand and instead of shaking it, placed a small kiss on the back of it. “Merci. My name is Francis.” On the inside, he congratulated himself for gaining a bit of his usual confidence back.
She once again raised her brows at his antics but smiled nonetheless.
He let go of her hand, but caressed it a bit with his fingertips as she put it on the counter.
“How about I treat you to a glass of good French wine?”
“Oh, that would be very nice. But no, thank you.” she slightly shook her head and left Francis without a reason.
“You don't like wine?”
“That's not it. I really love good wine, may it be red or white. But I have to go somewhere tonight. And I'd better be mostly sober for that.” she looked down on her wristwatch and frowned a bit, emptying her glass and turning towards the barkeeper.
“Has the rain let up a bit yet?”
“It's nearly gone now.”
“Good.” she took out her wallet to pay her drink, only to see how Francis put his money on the counter. She took a breath to decline-
“Please. I'd very much like to. Take it as an apology for staring and that idiotic line.”
She stocked, then smiled at him again. “Thanks, Francis.” The barkeeper took the money and secretly pushed a pen and a strip of paper towards her, hinting towards Francis who packed away his wallet and did not notice. She nearly laughed out loud and quickly scribbled down her number and name on it.
Then she quickly rose, pecked Francis on the cheek and went towards the door.
Francis had frozen at her peck, his hand slowly raising on his blushing cheek, looking after ________ who had just opened the door.
“Wait!” he called out, but the door already closed behind her. He raced towards it, leaving his jacket on the stool and pulled open the bar door, only to see her enter a cab and disappear into the dark night.
Slowly, he walked back into the bar, only to see a grinning barkeeper near his place. He raised one eyebrow and the barkeeper barked out a laugh, pointing onto the counter. Francis looked only to find her number and name scribbled down on a strip of paper. A wide, genuine and happy smile made its way onto his face as he took the paper it.

The following day, he woke, raising sleepily. A smile overtook his features as he saw the paper strip. He quickly took out his phone, checking if he had copied it correctly last night. He wondered about messaging her right now, but decided against his wildly beating heart. He would never forgive himself if he messed up this.







Prussia



Gilbert murmured German curses under his breath as he walked towards a shop. His brother had gotten him to go get some things. Apparently, Ludwig himself couldn't because he had to take care of his no-good friend Feliciano.
“As if the awesome me doesn't have better things to do.” he huffed out.
Entering the shop, a young girl captured his eye. Her (h/c) locks swayed slightly with her movements, her (e/c) eyes sparkling with life and her – in his opinion – pretty awesome face, held a small grin while she looked at a certain product.
He himself didn't notice he was staring, while she did. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. Then she approached him.
His eyes widened as she came towards him, smiling a bit.
“Hi.” she simply said, while looking at him more closely. “Albino, right? You don't see them very often.”
“Yeah...” he said. 'Hey, where has my awesome self gone?'
“Is that a small bird on your shoulder?” she asked curiously.
“Ja, this is my awesome pet, Gilbird.”
She chuckled. “Nice to meet you, Gilbird.” The small yellow bird chirped and flew over to her shoulder, rubbing himself into her neck. She laughed lightly. “Aren't you awesome?” she asked the small bird and Gilbird chirped loudly as an answer.
Gilbert had watched how his normally stranger-shy pet-bird became cozy with the young woman.
She noticed his absentminded stare and suppressed a giggle. “Hey, little one.” she said, loud enough for the albino to hear, but quiet enough to make it seem like a conversation between her and the bird. “If you're this awesome already, how awesome must your owner be? I have a guess, but maybe you can tell me?” Gilbird chirped a few melodies towards her, his small yellow body jumping up and down on her shoulder.
Gilbert had perked up at the small conversation. When he heard that she called him awesome, a blush coated his pale cheeks, completely different from his usual over-confident reaction.
He slowly shook his head to make the blush go away. As he looked at her again, she caressed Gilbird, smiling slightly and then looking up at him.
“I'm ________.”
“Gilbert.” he answered regally, a smirk now dominating his features. Before he could say anything else, she smirked.
“What an awesome name, fitting for an awesome man!” she exclaimed, laughing lightly.
A new, heavier blush overcame his cheeks at her exclamation.
She laughed again.
“Your name is quite awesome too.” he added after a short silence, making her smile.
“Thanks.”
They talked a bit, about Gilbird, the weather, the new prices, anything coming to their minds. But after about 10 minutes, she frowned, looking at her wristwatch.
“Gotta go?” he asked, a similar frown on his face.
“Yeah....” she said. They had left the shop and had sat down on a wooden bench outside.
He hummed quietly. It would be sad to not stay in contact. 'I've never met such an awesome girl!'
“How about this!” she smirked at him, taking out a pen, grabbing his hand. A small blush coated his cheeks once more. 'Her skin's so soft!'  She scribbled down a few numbers together with her name, onto his palm.
With wide eyes Gilbert looked at it, then smirked.
She too had a smile on her face. “So you won't lose it.”
“How could I lose the number of such an awesome girl! Almost as awesome as me!” Gilbird chirped in agreement.
She chuckled, then looked at her watch again.
“I'll see you then, Gilbert.” she smiled softly, brushing her fingertips against his painted hand, standing up and leaving with a wave.
He also waved, another small blush on his cheek. Gilbird had returned to his shoulder and chirped quietly.
He looked at his hand, immediately taking out his mobile and copying the number into his contacts. He never had felt what others meant with butterflies or a heart overfull with love. Now he did. That girl really had him on her hook, he knew. And with his awesomeness they soon would be the most awesome couple ever. But he would be careful not to do anything to scare her away. This was far too important to him.






Spain



Antonio walked through the small alleys of the older parts of town towards a market which was held about 3 times a week. Mostly Spanish, Portuguese or Latin American people went there, making it very homey for him.
And they had the best and freshest tomatoes in the whole town by far.
As he walked onto the plaza, he noticed the usual chatter was quieted down and most visitors weren't at the stalls as usually, but near the center of the plaza. The nearer he came, the more he was sure he heard someone play a guitar very well.
He made his way there and – yes! There was someone playing a guitar. And so good at that. Plucking the strings with great talent a haunting, romantic and definitely kinda Spanish melody was created. In the background, someone quietly added a Cajón to the melody, giving it all a deeper feeling.
He made his way through the crowd, most people listened with closed eyes, slowly moving with the music. Antonio really wanted to know who could produce such great music. The melody attacked his heart, touching a long forgotten place deep inside.
After the song ended the people around Antonio opened their eyes and applauded the musicians. Then they dispersed a bit, the word went around that the musicians would take a small break before playing again.
Antonio pushed his way forward and suddenly noticed a small Spanish boy running towards the stall with the best and juiciest tomatoes and then returned with a few in his hands. At the same time Antonio finally got to see the musicians, the small boy reached them too and handed a young woman with (h/c) locks and lively (e/c) eyes a tomato.
She sat on a rock in the middle, an opened guitar case with a wonderful dark brown guitar in it next to her. She thanked the small boy gesturing to a Spaniard who still sat on the Cajón. The small boy gave him some tomatoes as well, then sitting next to young woman. As Antonio came near, he heard the boy talk to the woman rapidly, the woman laughing occasionally and smiling with the boy. She waved her fellow musician near and the man also listened to the boy, biting into a tomato and then nearly choking on it because of laughter.
“Er...” the young woman looked up at Antonio who now stood directly in front of her. “You play the guitar really well....”
She chuckled and took his wrist, pulling him. When he was closer, she put a tomato in his hand, motioning him to be silent and turned towards the boy once more, taking a healthy bite of the tomato. She swallowed the bite and then laughed once more as the boy gestured wildly. Antonio looked at her, amazed by her liveliness. Her laughter was heavenly music to him, she filled him with joy and so much life.
She put her hand on the boy's shoulder as he took a breath, whispering something into his ear, making him grin widely and run away into the full market. She and the Cajón player chuckled together. The Spanish musician winked at her, before going after the boy.
Then she looked at Antonio who had just taken a bite of the tomato she had given him. He nearly choked as she smiled at him graciously.
“Thank you for the compliment.” she simply said, taking her guitar back up onto her propped up knee and plucking a few strings.
He swallowed and shook his head. “No, such talent has to be praised and complimented.”
Her eyes widened shortly, then she closed them and smiled sincerely, playing a short lively melody on the guitar. “It's only a hobby though. And I mostly do it because that little boy asked me to. It makes me happy when I can make others happy through my music.” The smile remained on her lips as she hummed another piece while trying out a combination of tones.
He simply listened to her. If he guessed right, her singing voice had to be quite amazing too. But for now he listened as she quietly played a few melodies on her guitar.
She stopped and looked over the market, smiling at the people there. “Y' know... I really like it here. The people are happy. They lead their lives, live their identities, no matter how strange they may look to outsiders, they are proud of who they are. Nearly everyone knows each other, it's like a big family. A big happy family.” she smiled softly and played on.
“Si. This place is very homey.” he added absentminded, his gaze fixed on her.
“Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet.” she smiled and laughed, holding out a hand. “I'm __________.”
He took it and smiled widely. “Antonio.”
When he let go, he still felt her warmth and a tingle left, that tingle and warmth spreading throughout his whole body.
She plucked a few strings, humming a small melody to it.
The Cajòn player suddenly came back, a worried look now in his eyes. He bent down to her ear and whispered something. She silently gasped and packed her guitar away quickly.
“I'm sorry, Antonio. But there is an emergency.”
His eyes widened in horror. “How can I contact you?” he asked, then blushed at his question. 'I definitely will stay in contact with her! ______'s far too perfect to lose!'
She softly smiled and held open her hand. He quickly took out his mobile and she typed in a number. Then she gave it back. Her fellow musician had already taken the Cajòn and her guitar case, hurry marking his whole being.
“Will I see you again, _____?” Antonio called after her as she made her way over the market.
“Sure!” she called back. Then he did not see her anymore.
He clutched his mobile in his hand. One of the sellers looked at Antonio, then chuckled. The elder woman waved him over.
“The guitar player?”
Antonio blushed slightly. “Si.”
“How sweet. She's very nice. She kinda takes care of the small boy, y' know. He had been stealing in the past. She caught him once. Instead of reporting him to the police, she begun helping him. Similar to the Cajòn player. He lived on the street before he met her. She took care of them, helped them find jobs and lead a good life. Both of them are so happy around her. She isn't there most of the time. But often enough for the two of them.” the elder woman sighed.
Antonio nodded silently before smiling brightly and finishing his shopping.
But all the time, he felt like the mobile in his pocket burned. The chance to meet that perfect girl again was within reach. But he would be careful to not ruin his chances with her, he was far too deep into her to lose her.




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_________ sat in a small cafè in the city, smiling to herself and sipping a cup of (coffee/tea/cappuccino/...).
Outside of the cafè the BTT was walking by, talking and joking. They stopped directly in front of the cafè as Gilbert described his latest prank. They broke out in laughter when he finished. Each on their own, nearly at the same time noticed _______ inside. A smile and blush covered their faces at her appearance. She had bound her (h/c) hair into a high ponytail, a few strands escaping, making her face stand out. She wore casual jeans and a (f/c) top that only made her curves look more amazing. She had a cup in front of her and smiled slightly.
The three men did not noticed that the other two had also stopped laughing and gazed at ______. But what all three noticed was the person walking towards her, a man her age.
She looked up and her smile brightened visibly as she stood and said something.



“It's been so long!” she exclaimed with a bright smile.
“That is has been.”
They looked at each other for a short moment before he pulled her into a very intimate hug, which she returned gladly.


Outside, the three men had frozen at the hug. The same thought went through their heads.

'Who is that? And who is he to _________?'