Another dive. He almost hit the ground. Another sprained wing. Couldn't he ever be careful? It seemed like an impossible feat. He's always out there, practicing dangerous stunts and tricks. In fact, he's broken one of his white wings in two places. You stood on the top of a grassy hill, hands on your hips, as the Prussian sauntered towards you. The wing he must've sprained was held limply. Despite the obvious pain he must be feeling, he was grinning enthusiastically.

"Hey, hey, (y/n)! Did you see that!? I'm so close to acing that move. I just need to work on pulling back into the air!" Gilbert laughed, wincing when his sprained wing twitched. You smiled.

"Yeah, that was pretty good, Gil." You say, observing his dirty, once white wings he liked to showcase all the time. Gilbert's uninjured wing twitched smugly.

"Y'know, I've only got to work on my diving... Then, it'd be awesome!" He said as you ran your hand over his sprained wing. "Hey- Ow!" You clicked your tongue idly. Gilbert laughed airily. "Hah, yeah I kind of hurt my wing but there."

You smile lightly. "I can tell. Let's get it wrapped up then, Gil." You kissed his cheek. Held took your hand in his larger ones.

"Aw, I don't know what I'd do without you, Birdie."