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You stand there by the door as you put on Ludwig's jacket, leading him out of the bar. Though he is used to drinking large amounts of beer, you felt the need to just take him home safely. You had been staying at his home for a while to escape from France. Yet you are not a maid nor a worker at his home, you still clean around the house and such.

"The car is waiting outside, we should probably go.." You quietly say.

"Alright alright.. I'm coming." Ludwig turned to glance at his older brother Gilbert. "Can we go drop off my brother first?" He sighs as Gilbert falls into the table from goofing off.

"That's fine with me... I mean it is your car..." Gently scratching the back of your head, walking over to Gilbert, Ludwig following beside you.

"We're going to give you a ride home." Ludwig states giving his older brother no other options in this, he helps him up. "________, let's go."

You nod. "Okay." The thing that was once again getting at you was your height. 'God.. I'm so short.....' you think to yourself as you gaze at the two tall men in front of you. Heading into the car with Gilbert in the front seat, you and Ludwig in the back seat. The driver started to drive to Gilbert's house.

"Hey West! You want to come to my place and have some more beer??" Gilbert laughed though he was completely serious. You sat quietly in the back seat and glanced to Ludwig before glancing to the window, sighing a bit. You began to think again. Were you slowly falling for the tall muscular blond haired man?

"I was going to go home with _______ though." Ludwig looked to you for a moment and looked back to his older brother.

"It's fine, I can just go home by myself..." You turn quickly thinking its your fault he's saying no.

"Well I want to go home." Ludwig has a very faint smile growing on his face. The driver pulls up to Gilbert's house as Gilbert gets out of the car. Then driving back to Ludwig's home. The car was filled with silence for a few moments. You hold your head with your hand as you lean a bit on the door,since you are a little tired.

"Why are you so tall Ludwig....?" You mumble.

"Are you that tired? That question seemed a bit random." He turned his head towards you and looked a bit confused.

You didn't realize that statement came out of your mouth, you jumped a bit. "I'm not tired.." You scratch the back of your head still leaning on the door, and after a while you ended up falling asleep. It was a bit of distance between Gilbert and Ludwig's house after all. You wake up in Ludwig's arms as he is carring you upstairs to your room. In a bit of a shock you jitter and move around. "W-Wow.. Hey..!"

"It's not my fault you fell asleep.." Ludwig muttered.

"Can you at least set me down..?" You didn't want him to actually set you down because it was nice to see at his eye level for once, since you were so short you would of had a chance to actually kiss him. Wait.. why were you thinking that?! Ludwig nods and sets you to the ground. You open your bedroom door and head in.

"Good Night..." Ludwig says and that stops you from going in your room, you turn around as he was going to his room.

"Wait..." You grab his sleeve and look up at him.

"What is it, ________?" He turned to you.

"You make things difficult..." You mutter and softly blush.

"You are confusing me..." He blinks.

You blushed harder and crossed your arms. "You're too tall and I'm short so I can't kiss you..." You get quieter as you speak.

"W-What was that...?" Ludwig's face goes bright red.

You get on your toes and try to reach his level. "J-Just a few more...." It ended up failing and you crossed your arms again. "Just one little kiss, please...?" You look up at him.

He was quiet for a bit, he was blushing as he nods. "Fine... Just one.." He leans down and softly kisses you. But after that it wasn't just one little kiss, it turned into a bunch of kisses and your night ended up lovely. ^w^
Felt the need to write a thing since I haven't since finishing up America's... :I and for the moment germany is in my forever changing its mind favorite country list so why not XD
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You sighed as you mentally slapped yourself for forgetting your bag in the meeting room. Not that it was completely your own fault of course, you’d been trying to make sure that Arthur and Francis didn’t kill each other on their way to their hotel room which they had to share to the Englishman’s great distaste.

Everyone must’ve left... you cursed as you wondered if the room had been locked up yet. A cheer of success left your mouth as you pressed the door handle down and it went down all the way, not catching on the lock. With a grin from ear to ear you sidled into the room, quickly finding your seat; your bag sitting underneath it with a nonchalant air about it.

“Bad bag! You were supposed to follow me!” You chastised the bag, chuckling at your own silliness until you froze when you heard someone clearing their throat. Spinning around, you clasped your bag to your chest as you stared at your unknown assailant with wide eyes and a red face.

Ludwig bit his lip, an amused expression on his face as he shook his head at you. “Vhat vere you doing? Talking to your....bag?”

You kicked the ground, your eyes averted from the German. I should really stop talking to objects and myself....you made a mental note of that and smiled sheepishly at him. “Yeah I guess. So you forget something too?” You diverted his attention away from your weirdness with a question, to which he shook his head.

“Just finishing up zhe papervork.” God, he really was a hard worker. “Hey Luddy.” He winced at his pet name, but at least you had his attention. “Don’t overwork yourself okay? I don’t want you to get sick.” You told him, a sweet smile on your face as you awkwardly patted his arm.

His heart beat faster at the simple but affectionate gesture and he reached for you as you turned to leave.

“Vait-“ The fabric of his jacket brushed against the table and managed to snag the metal case he used to keep his stationery in. The case tumbled to the floor with a loud crash and Ludwig halted abruptly.

The resounding metal rattle echoed in his mind, drawing visions of his time during the war. Doubling over, he held his hands to his ears as the repetitive string of machine-gun fire pounded in his head. The bombshells racked his body and he trembled violently, muttering to himself as he ‘saw’ people dropping like flies around him.

“Ludwig?!” You shook him hard, gasping as you saw the terrified look he had. “Nei-nein! Geh weg! Lass mich in Ruhe!”

“Ludwig!” Pulling his face up to look at you, you stared deep into his cerulean eyes. His pupils were almost completely dilated, two large black discs as he shook under your hands. After a strangled whimper, he collapsed on the floor with his head in your lap.

Holding back your urge to cry, you bit your lip. One of your hands rubbed soothing circles on his back whilst the other gently stroked his hair. You could feel his body quivering against yours, soft whimpers escaping him now and then.

You sat there for quite a long time, waiting until he’d quietened down completely until you asked him about it. “I-Is it because of the-“

“Zhe war? Ja.”  His voice cracked on the last note and he sniffed, using his hand to wipe away the moisture from his eyes. “I-I didn’t realise that you-you were this bad. This hasn’t happened before has it?”

You could feel the line of his nose against your leg as he shook his head, paused and then nodded curtly. “Never zhis bad zhough.” He commented quietly, the fingers that had clenched around the fabric of your trousers relaxing due to his taking deeper breaths.

He sat up suddenly, realising his display of what he would call weakness. Stammering, he apologised with a red face, his hands out in apology. You took them gently. “Ludwig, I want you to tell me when they’ve been happening. These-, well you know what happened just then.”

He looked to the side, his eyes half-closed in thought. “Z-zhey’ve just been happening recently. Vhenever somezhing drops like zhat,” he nodded at the metal case,” or makes a loud noise or somezhing.”

“Anything else?” He didn’t meet your eyes, so you roughly tugged his chin back. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nightmares.” His soft whisper was so uncharacteristic of him, it was a broken weak side of him you’d never witnessed before. “Zhey’ve been getting worse lately but because Feliciano sleeps with me, zhe dreams often go away. Zhough, today he’s sleeping vizh his brozher. So I don’t knov...”  

Before you voiced your proposal you weighed your options.

A)Let him sleep by himself and let those nightmares assail him.
B)Fine Feliciano and get him to sleep with him.
C)Be bold and offer to sleep with him.

Now before you chose you remembered the very present feelings of heart-flutteriness you had when you were around said German, how his rare smile lit up the rest of your week and how you tried to spend every available moment with him.

With that in mind, you chose C.

“Y-you know, y-you could al-always sleep w-with me?” He stared at you with wide eyes, a blush started from his cheeks and ending on his ears.

“No-not in the pervy kind of way of course! But if it helps you, then....” Trailing off, you made eyecontact with him. “If you can avoid having those dreams by doing something as simple as that, then I don’t see why I shouldn’t help you.”

“Danke.” That one word held so much warmth, tenderness you’d never expected the German to have or at least aim it at you. “Danke.”


You stepped out of the bathroom, one of the hotel’s fluffy towels adoring your damp hair like a crown. “I’m done.” You told Ludwig, wherever he was hiding at the moment. After a couple of curious seconds, you recognised his shape in the armchair that stood against the far wall.

He had a red hoodie on, the hood pulled up so that his face was shadowed. He probably couldn’t see you and seeing as he hadn’t stirred when you’d talked you figured he was asleep or
something. Suddenly your ear picked a light sound up, a quiet drone in the background amidst the buzzing and whirring of the lights and various other technological contraptions.

Music, you now identified the sound as music and slowly you came to sit in front of Ludwig, raising a hand on front of his face. He jumped spectacularly, clutching his heart as he caught his breath. “Don’t do zhat!”

“Whaaat? You mean jump you?” You grinned maliciously, chuckling as his reaction. “Ja.” He replied bluntly, taking off the headphones. A blast of music came free and you smiled as you recognised Bach’s cello suites.

It was strange to see him in such a casual get-up, you didn’t even know he owned loosefitting clothes like the hoodie and the slacks he was now wearing. “Why so loud?” You inquired, you’d thought that he of all people would know not to blast music like that; it had a bad effect on your eardrums after all.

“Blocking out existence for a vhile.” He muttered as an answer, turning the music off and placing the MP3 back in his orderly bag.

“So... to bed zhen?”

The question inflamed your cheeks even though you knew it wouldn’t be like that at all. Mind you Ludwig was looking pretty flushed as well. He slicked back his damp hair from the shower he’d taken before you and waited for you to get into bed first.

After clicking off the light, he slid into the double bed with you, somewhat awkward. The two of you were just lying on your backs, not knowing what to do or what to say. “If-if I notice you’ve got a bad dream, I’ll wake you up okay?”

“Zhat vould be good, ja.” He answered stiffly, his jaw set as he reigned in his desire to hug you to sleep. Feeling similar to him, you gingerly reached out and wrapped your arms around him, blushing terribly.

Tensing for a split second he radiated heat  then he placed his hand on your back, bringing you closer. “That better?”

He nodded at your question, his tired eyes already drooping. The racing of your heart slowed to a normal one and whilst his head rested against your shoulder, he could feel the beat against his own.

The soft rhythm was succeeding in lulling to a horror-less dream, warmth and love being the two foremost elements in it.

Languidly, you brushed some hair from his forehead. Even though he was big and strong, with more than enough power to protect himself from bodily harm, he still looked so vulnerable with his eyes closed.

Something swelled up in your chest at that moment. Something warm, something glowing and something you wanted to keep and nurture, direct the feeling at the man that lay in your arms and let him bask in it.

It was the feeling you called love.
Noooow I'd like to say a couple of things about this;

1. What Germany is suffering from is shellshock, though of course in real life people where much, much more affected by it than him. (This is what happens when you make me watch history documentaries.... *currently learning about the First World War*)

2. "Blocking out existence" is a quote by me.... Yes I have used it frequently these past few days.

3. I can't believe how cold it is outside. (this has absolutely nothing to do with this)

4. Was orginally going to make Reader-tan count sheep for him in German. But well I believe this works as well ^^


Aaaaanyways~

Please enjoy and tell me what you think, feedback is as always appreciated!
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You pulled your knees to your chin and hugged them. The late night clouds moved away from the moon, letting the beams dance on your cheeks and reflect off your hair.  

You glanced a pile of letters on a small table. They were all from your beloved from distance places that seemed to far away. Why did he have to join the army? Sadness washed over your head and you slowly put your head on your knees.

“Bonk” You looked up. “Bonk”. There it was again. Squinting you stood and walked to the glass doors that led to the balcony. “Bonk” A small pebble bounced off the windowpane. You stared at it and then slowly pushed the doors open. The cool winds made the curtains fly and your hair spin around your face. You looked out across the dark landscape and saw nothing, but the shadows of the trees. Hesitatively you stepped out onto the balcony, pulling your clothes around you.

“(Y/n)!”

You jumped so badly and nearly fell over. You heard a sweet and familiar laugh. You heart stopped in your chest and you scrambled to the edge of the stone railing. You looked down and there he was. He blond hair was wind tousled and looked like he just got off the plane in his uniform. In one hand he held an army hat and the other was in pocket. He looked exactly how you remembered him, perfect. Tears flowed down your cheeks.

He smiled up at you and whispered, “I’m home (y/n).”

Though your salty tears you managed a smile, “Welcome home Germany.”

He looked kindly at you, “I have something for you,” he said. Before you could protest, he knelt to the dew damp grass and from his pocket pulled a dark box. He opened it and a simple ring glinted inside. “(Y/n)?” you stared at him, “Will you marry me?”

You at him and you looked down. “You’re a jerk you know that?”

“Yes.”

“You left me here…there were times when I thought you’d never come home…and if you did…it would be in a box.”

“I know…I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, the tears kept coming, “But…I-I still love you?” you looked at him, “How is that?”

“I’ll never leave you again.” He promised. You nodded, “Will you marry me?” You nodded silently. “I’ll come up.” He said.

“No, wait.” You said. You were already over the railing and making your down.

“(Y/n)!” Germany cried and rushed forward and caught you as your fell.

You both went tumbling down the lawn. You groaned and looked up, “Germany! Are you alright?!” he was still under you. “Germany?” you whimpered.

Suddenly he leaned up and kissed you. He opened his eyes and grinned, “I’m right here.” You stared at him, not sure if you were angry or happy. You opened your mouth, but he took you hand and slipped a cool metal band around you finger. You glanced at it and then he pulled you into his strong arms, his safe arms. “I want you to be mine forever.”

You anger slipped away and you spoke into his soft hair, “I already was.”
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.:Germany:.

“Ludwig, come on,” you groaned when Ludwig would continually ignore you, poking his cheek in annoyance. His grunt of playful annoyance was the only indication of him being awake, “Get up and off your sexy ass already and go check up on the baby... And don't even TRY combing your hair, it looks more attractive right now...”

Ludwig chuckles softly at you in his pretend sleep, deciding to just encase you in his strong arms and buff chest to keep you from moving. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling child calling for you and Ludwig, the sleepy parents, from the nursery room. Ludwig merely gave a faint smirk, still with his eyes closed.

Sleepily, you said to Ludwig again, “Please Ludwig, it's your turn to check on the baby...”

Ludwig lifted one of his eyelids to allow his striking blue eyes to stare at you, a smirk playing up on his face, “Vhy should I, mädchen?”

You rolled your eyes at Ludwig's playful banter, deciding to immediately step up Ludwig's motivation towards getting out of the warm pillows, cocoon of blankets and your hot body temperature. Slowly sitting up, you slung a leg over Ludwig's other side, effectively straddling him, “Because, big boy, if you don't get up,” You threaded your hand into his blond hair before pulling on it, whispering into his ear as he moaned and blushed bright red, “You won't get a reward, Luddy...”

You slowly kissed his jaws, his cheek, then pecking his lips. You rolled quickly off of Ludwig when he tried to buck, pushing him out of bed. Ludwig resisted, wanting to get another kiss from you, but you kicked him very close to his family jewels for comfort, “Ludwig, just go check on the baby!”

Ludwig sighed before chuckling and getting up, “Alright, liebe, alright! But,” he said, smiling at you with not-so-good intentions, “You owe me more than a kiss vhen I return, {Name}...” He snatched up one of his jackets, most likely the green army jacket with the Iron Cross attached to it, “I vill be back soon, liebe.”

Ludwig walked out of his shared bedroom after shrugging on his jacket, to the sound of your snort and indignant cry of, “I don't owe you anything, Luddy!”

.:Germany:.

You tried to get comfortable in the bed again, but you missed Ludwig's body heat. You slowly began to hear the sounds of Ludwig and your little baby quieten down, so you attempted to fall back asleep again. Sooner or later, you heard the tell tale sounds of your bedroom door locking, so you assumed that it was done.

Yawning, you sleepily called out to Ludwig, “What was wrong with the little darling? Was it another diaper change...?”

Ludwig smiled softly at your sweet sleepy face, with your hair all mused up, “Nein, the little one just vanted to see his Vati and look at the Iron Cross for a bit. I left the Cross with the kind, so it is all okay now,” a small grin bloomed on his face, not that you could see him. Lifting your head off the pillow, you glanced at your German husband leaning against the bedroom door, smiling almost deceptively at you.

“So,” you said slowly, “No poop?” He shook his head.

You finally nodded at your husband. You turned over on the bed, trying to find a warm spot. “Well, good night Ludwig.” you yawned loudly again, never noticing Ludwig striding towards your limp body, “Thank you for taking your turn anyways...EEK! Ludwig!”

Ludwig finally grinned, having captured his prey, you, in his arms and legs, keeping one of his own legs between yours to stop you from closing them. He smirked suavely above you, “Wakey-wakey, my {Name}...” He chuckles sexily at your wide eyes, licking the shell of your ear slowly, “You owe me, mädchen, with that...stimulating vake up call you gave me... And you know,” Ludwig smirks as he puts his hand under your head, his blue eyes sparkling at you, “Ve need to start with the next baby anyvays...”

.:Germany:.

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        “Liebe! I’m home,” Ludwig called as he shut the front door behind him. I walked out of the kitchen, wiping my hands on my apron. He grinned and walked over to me. He wrapped him around my waist and kissed me deeply. I giggled against his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck.
        “Hi,” I breathed, trailing my fingers along his neck. He shivered lightly and his arms tightened around my waist. As he did so, his eyebrows scrunched together slightly and his blue eyes looked at me, confused. “I made wurst,” I said quickly, noticing his expression and pulling away.
        “Schatz (Sweetheart),” the large German mumbled, following me into the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder and saw him looking me up and down. I knew he wasn’t checking me out; he was noticing how skinny I was.
        “Yes dear?” I asked as I set the table. He sighed heavily and came up behind me.
        “Aren’t you going to eat?” inquired, eyeing the single place setting. I shook my head and racked my brain for a quick answer.
        “N-no. Feli came over earlier and insisted he make pasta,” I made up hurriedly. I knew Ludwig could tell something was up, but he let it go.
        “Alvight liebe,” he replied, sitting down at the table. I fixed his plate and walked back to him. I kissed his cheek and set the food down. We talked as he ate. He told me about work, all the paperwork his boss was making him do. I told him about my day; cleaning and cooking supper mostly.
        “So vhat did Feliciano vant?” the tall blonde asked as he set his dished in the sink. My eyes widened and my heart sped up. I hadn’t expected him to ask that.
        “H-he um... he came looking for you but I told him you were at work, like usual. I don’t know why he didn’t go there first,” I stammered quickly. I sounded too nervous. Drat! He grunted quietly and I came up behind him. “I’m gonna go change, m’kay?” I murmured, kissing the back of his neck lightly. I had to stand on my tip toes to reach. He shivered and nodded.
        “Alvight, he said quietly, turning to kiss my forehead. I smiled and hurried to our room. I shut the door and leaned against it heavily. That was close, I thought. I walked to my chest of drawers and pulled out a long sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts. I sighed tiredly as I slipped tiredly out of my jeans and T-shirt.
        I was so ugly. That all there was to say. I didn’t know why Ludwig chose to stay with me. I was overweight and fat and I was trying to lose weight, but I just couldn’t. I glimpsed my reflection in the mirror and felt tears in my eyes. Why couldn’t I be pretty. I wasn’t overweight at all. I was thin and pale. I’d stopped eating about a week ago and it was starting to take its toll.
        I was much thinner than I was supposed to be and I kept having near blackout. It was a good thing Ludwig was at work most of the time. I was just unable to see how sick I really was. I changed into the more comfortable clothes and grabbed a blanket from our bed and trudged back to the living room. Ludwig was sitting on the sofa reading a thick book his older brother had lent him. I sat down on the other end, covered everything but my feet with the blankets and carefully slid the cold appendages into the German’s lap.
        “Liebling?” Ludwig asked looking up from his book. I shrugged, closed my eyes and snuggled into the couch cushions. I heard him shut the heavy book and then I giggled as he ran a finger along the bottom of my foot.
        “Luuud~” I giggled, curling up slightly. He laughed softly, a sound I absolutely adored, and pulled my feet back into his lap. He rubbed the soft skin, making the small ache in the instep of my foot fade. “Mmm, that feels good,” I mumbled, wiggling my toes. He slowly worked his way up along my heels and ankle, he massaged my calves, his large fingers kneading into my skin. I sighed contented and was just about to fall asleep while he started rubbing my knees.
        “I called Feliciano.” I opened my eyes and saw Ludwig watching my feet. “He said he never came over. _______, vhy did you tell me he came over if he didn’t?” I started shaking ever so slightly as he rubbed up around my thigh. I bit my bottom lip as his fingers stopped there ministrations abruptly. I tried opening my mouth, but I caught myself as he ran his hands over my legs. I realized what he was doing and tried pulling my legs away. He held them in place and yanked my blanket off my body. I cringed into the sofa as his baby blue eyes widened ever so slightly. “_______...” he whispered, looking at me. I swallowed and turned my head into a pillow. “_______, vhy are you so skinny?” My mouth quivered slightly, tears stinging my eyes and I tried to sit up.
        “‘Cause,” I muttered, throwing a leg off the couch. He held my shoulder and grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
        “Because vhy liebling?” he questioned, holding my gaze firmly. His blue eyes were hard and determined. I’d seen that look a few times before, but not many. I gulped again and felt the hot tears fall one by one.
        “I… I haven’t…” I choked, knowing he would get the message. He sighed heavily and cupped the side of my face with his large, calloused hand. “I-I… I didn’t… I’m… I’m s-sorry…” I managed, reaching up to wipe my eyes. He pulled me into his lap and rocked me gently.
        “Liebe, vhy do you zink it’s okay to stop eating? You’re obviously not healzy. Vill you tell me, bitte?” he asked, pressing his lips into my hair. I took a shaky breath and clutched at his arm.
        “I’m not p-pretty and I-I’m overweight and ugly,” I told him, burying my face in his chest. He rubbed my trembling back before wrapping his large arms around my malnourish waist; grimacing slightly.
        “Shatz, do you truly believe zat? You are perfection _______. Sie sind reizend und schön, und ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, eine weitere erstaunliche Mädchen in meinem Leben.(You are lovely and beautiful and i can't imagine a more amazing girl in my life) Bitte liebe, tell me next time. Ich liebe dich. You know I do und I love you ze vay you are.” I cried silently into his shirt front, letting his words sink in. as I settled down a little, Ludwig pulled back and looked at me. “I know somezing zat might help,” he said, smiling gently.
        “Hm?” I looked up at him, my eyebrows scrunched together slightly. He hauled me to my feet and walked me to our bedroom. I sat down on our bed as he dug through his bedside table.
        “Gil sent me zis. He said it’s some of ze best German chocolate he’s ever found. It’s somezing sweet and chocolate can cure almost anyzing,” he said, pulling out a prettily wrapped chocolate bar and unwrapping it. “Here,” he said, breaking off a piece and handing it to me. I took it and nibbled on it. I was about to take a bite out of it when a thought struck me.
        “Open up,” I instructed, crawling in front of him and sitting back on my heels, holding the piece of chocolate in front of his mouth. He looked at me with wide, confused eyes for a moment before opening his mouth slightly. I stuck the chocolate in between his teeth and told him to bite down gently. He held the sweet in between his teeth and I grinned. “Much better.” I leaned forward so our noses were touching and I saw his face go red. I chuckled and kissed him, taking the other half of the chocolate into my mouth.
        We sat there for a moment, neither of us moving at the chocolate slowly melted against our lips. Ludwig started moving his lips carefully against my mouth. I grinned and kissed back deeply. We fought over the chocolate a few minutes before Ludwig pushed it into my mouth with his tongue and let it coat the inside of my mouth.
        “You’re vight,” he gasped softly, “much better.” I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Promise you von’t do it again liebling,” he pleaded softly, kissing my cheek tenderly. I nodded, resting my forehead against his.
        “I promise.” I looked into his blue eyes and smiled at the warmth and love reflected in them. “I love you.”
        “Ich liebe dich auch.”

***Extended Ending***

        I walked out of the kitchen, popping another marshmallow into my mouth. I sat down on the sofa, fidgeting for a moment before standing back up again. I made my way down the hall to Ludwig’s study. I peeked in and saw him leaning back in his chair, rubbing his eyes from underneath his glasses. I snuck in quietly and walked behind him. I gently began massaging his shoulders, making him jump slightly.
        “Oh, liebe. Don’t sneak up on me like zat,” he muttered, setting his glasses on his desk and leaning back farther in his chair. I smiled and kissed his temple.
        “You’re tense honey,” I murmured, kneading my fingers into his broad shoulders. He sighed and rolled his shoulders back, silently asking me to rub under his shoulder blades. I complied, trailing my fingers down his back. “They’re working you too hard. I oughta go down there and talk to them.” The German snorted softly and leaned his head back slightly and I roved back up to his neck and shoulders.
        “Vould you mind? Zat, or maybe you could just come viz me und rub mein shoulders like zis all day,” he mumbled. I chuckled softly as I continued massaging his back. I could feel all the tight, knotted muscles in my boyfriend’s shoulders loosening under my touch. “Liebling,” he whispered, “you have no idea how good zis feels.” I smiled and paused slightly, making a small whining sound leave his throat.
        “You know,” I breathed, blowing ever so slightly on his ear, “I can do a lot more than just rub your shoulders.” I felt him stiffen and I had to stifle a giggle. He turned his chair to face me with an almost challenging look.
        “Is zat vight?” he asked, standing up so he could tower over me. I nodded confidently and jumped up onto his desk, careful not to disturb his papers. I crossed my ankles and swung them innocently.
        “Mhm!” I hummed, watching him stalk closer and then place his large hands on either side of me. “I can relax you entirely, Mr. Beilschmidt.” He laughed and kissed me roughly on the mouth. I followed suit, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. I slid my knee slowly up his leg, making him groan above me. He wrapped a muscled arm around my back and pressed me flush against his broad chest.
        “I don’t know how velaxing zis is going to be, liebling,” he said breathily. I smirked and running my hand down the front his chest to the waistband of his work pants.
        “It’s only as relaxing as you let it be,” I replied, moving fluidly so I was standing on his desk. I jumped so my legs wrapped around his waist. “C’mon you, you need a break from all that hard work you do.” I could feel his heart pounding as he hurried as fast as he could to our room.
        “You’ve got zat vight,” he muttered, shutting our bedroom door and tossing me onto the bed. I giggled, thinking about what I could do to relax my strong, stoic German.
I'm sorry the ending sucks!! *hides* Alright! I hope ya'll like this, I think I did okay on everything expect for the very end! I hope it's alright!! Enjoy
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You sat on your light brown couch, a fuzzy, multicolored blanket draped over your shoulders as you read through the stack of books you had gotten earlier that day.

What else better to do on a dragging Saterday night than read a crap-load of manga in your favorite pajamas, curled up in your living room and watching CSI? At the moment, nothing had seemed greater than what you were doing at that moment.

You lightly licked your thumb, turning a rather long page in your book as you continued to skim the next one. Even though you had started the book not thirty minutes ago, it didn't stop you from being two pages from the end. That's what you loved about manga- no matter what the plot, it always seemed to catch you attention enough to where you couldn't stop reading until you were done.

As soon as you were on the last page of the thirteenth book in your series, your (f/c) cell phone gave off a buzzing sound as it rattled profusely against the table. The little green mint bunny keychain England had given you as a decoration for your electronic danced against the wood, giving off the impression it was trying to take flight. Smirking, you took the phone in your hand, flipping it open as it made a light click noise.

"What's up?" You asked, not completely sure who was on the other line.

"Ciao, bella~!" A happy tone sang through the phone, making a smile instantly bloom across your face.

Who other than your happy-go-lucky italian friend, Feliciano, to call you so late on a Saterday night. Whenever he called, you could always feel his smile radiate through the phone. Shifting the phone so it was under your ear, your shoulder pushing it up against your head so you didn't have to hold it, you went back to your novel.

"Hey, Feli!" You said, skimming down the page. "What does my special italian have to talk to me about?"

He gave a small chuckle, answering almost imediatly. "Well, to celebrate Japan lowering his blood pressure from Germany's dieting and exercise plan, we all decided to go out for drinks, and we were wondering if you wanted to come?!"

You looked down to your (Favorite Cartoon) tanktop, and down to your rather baggy pajama pants, then over to the half-finished pile of books scattered next to you. "Sure." You replied, setting your book down ontop of the others. "I don't have anything better to do."
"That's great!" He beamed happily. "Just meet us at the usual spot around ten!"

You nodded. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

And with that, you pressed the red button on your cellphone, the screen getting ungulfed by darkness, only to be replaced seconds later by your screensaver of Ludwig, Kiku, Feli, and you all holding up mugs, cheery smiles planted across your faces. And then there was Gilbert poking his head out from behind you, two small fingers coming up from behind your head with his usual evil smile on. One of Germany's old drinking buddies, you remember, had taken the picture, part of his thumb showing the tiniest bit in the corner.

Smiling, you shut your phone with another click, dragging your lazy, unwilling body off the couch. You knew that it was just your friends you were meeting, but you felt the sudden need to change into something practical. After a minute or two on debating what to wear, you just decided on a simple sweatshirt and jeans. You walked over to the laundry room by the garage door, shuffling through a pile of clothes you had been reluctent to fold and put in your droors the day before. You pulled out a red, white and blue sweatshirt you had 'borrowed' from Alfred a few weeks back, and a pair of dark blue holey jeans. Changing, you threw your pajamas into the washing machine and grabbed your keys by the door. You went into the garage, hopped into your (car type), and backed out of the now opening garage door.

You sighed, gripping the steering wheel handle.

Let's see how this turns out. You thought, backing out of the driveway and into the empty, dark world that surrounded you.

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It had been around three hours since you had gotten to the bar, and in all honesty, you should have left as soon as you got there. The longest you had ever been there was an hour or so, just for the simple fact you didn't really care for beer. But now as you sat at the table in the back of the room, Gilbert and Ludwig now singing some random song in full german and toasting to whatever they could think of just for an excuse to drink another frothy mug, you understould why you really decided to leave so early each time. Your eyes settled on your half-empty cup sitting infront of you, watching the bubbles and foam in the middle slowly die down. Pushing it farther infront of you so you wouldn't have to look at it anymore, you heard a slight 'Ve' come from beside you. To your surprise, Feli was sound asleep, his pale cheek laying in a puddle of the yellow concoction.

Kiku had left you to be with the three men about a half hour ago, stating he had 'Important buisness to take care of', which in his case was preparing oniguri or some sort of food for tomorrow. Personally, you had thought he had went home just to get away from the drinking and german singing that never quite seemed to end. If you could, you would have left as soon as he had. But you knew that the two sitting next to you could have passed out any minute, and you didn't just want to leave them there to sleep away, only to wake up in the morning with serious hangovers. That was just the sacrafice a friend like you had to make.

After about ten minutes more of glasses clashing against each other, droplets of the foul smelling substance spilling across the table, the slurred singing died down to small murmers. You looked over to Ludwig and Gilbert, know the two had more than likely fallen asleep. Just as you had predicted, the white-haired albino had passed out, his fourhead resting on the edge of the table as Gilbird flapped happily in the puddle of the wet substance. You winced, picking up the soaked bird off the table and into the palm of your hands. That was a good way for the little yellow bird to get drunk, though you were sure it wouldn't have been its first time on the matter. You took a half-dry napkin off the table and started to wype the fluid off Gilbird.

"Poor little guy." You murmered, the bird cheeping and flapping his wings as you patted his little head dry.

That was, until you heard a small laughter come from beside you. Turning to the side so you could see who was making the noise, you relized it was just Ludwig, his cheek resting against his hand as he smirked at you. Cocking an eyebrow at him, you looked down to Gilbird for a brief moment, then back up to the german.

"What's so funny?" You asked, not taking your eyes off of him as you finished cleaning the yellow blob in your hand, a small smile forming on your face. You didn't quite know what he thought was so funny about cleaning a bird, but the drunken smirk he gave you was too sweet not to smile at.

He grinned wide enough so you could see his teeth, and answered with a small laugh. "Did zhe sun come out, or did you just smile at me?"

Your somewhat-happy expression slowly faded, a feeling of confusion washing over you. You set Gilbird back on the albino's full head of white hair, glancing over at Ludwig. You set your arms on the table, looking into his glossed, baby blue eyes.

"Have you been hanging out with Alfred?" You asked, tilting your head to the right, smirking. "Because only he could come up with a pick up line that cheesey."

He shook his head, his hand still resting against his rosey-red cheek.

"Then it's the beer." You said, your eyelids closing the slightest, leaning forward. "You're drunk."

Once again, he gave a shake of his head, his prominent smirk matching the one now shown on you. "I'm not drunk. I'm simply intoxicated by you."

Your eyes widened, the same confused feeling beginning to knaw on your insides. Ludwig chuckled, closing his blue eyes. A long stretch of silence passed between the two of you, the only sounds in the room being the loud conversations of the people around you. Why was he suddenly acting like this? You had seen him drunk before- that was nothing new. But the sudden cheesey pick up lines? You had heard better ones from Alfred. In fact, that was exactally how you had met the American. You knew every single one by heart, and each one was funnier than the last. But sitting here now, the german you had known for so long starting to use them on you, was a bit of a surprise. Yet you couldn't help but feel different, the words he so easily spoke to you crawling under your skin and slowly hitting you like a sharp slap in the face.

He's just drunk. You told yourself, shifting your head so it was fixated to the warn-in mug ring on the table. But even so..

"______, do you know what I did last night?" The german finally spoke, his voice sounding a little more serious than it had before. You looked up, your (e/c) staring into his blue orbs.

Sighing, you braced yourself for the next line that was likely to come your way.

"What did you do last night, Ludwig?" You asked, going along with his question.

He paused, leaning forward so his face was a few inches away from yours. The sudden stench of the beer you hated so much wafted into your nose, bringing tears to your eyes. None the less, your cheeks started getting a little hotter as you backed up slightly in the red booth.

"I looked up at zhe stars, and matched each one vith a reason vhy Ich liebe dich." He said, his gaze still locked with yours.

At that moment, you swore your heart had skipped a beat, the light pink in your cheeks turning to a red color. Normally, words like this wouldn't have even fazed you. But coming from the german you had liked for so long, it had a different effect.

You folded your arms across your chest, looking back down to the table so Ludwig couldn't see your easily noticable blush. Contimplating on what you should reply to the blond, you felt a hand cup under your chin, bringing your head up to meet the gaze of the drunken german.

"Vhen I look into your eyes, it's like a gatevay into zhe vorld of vhich I vant to be apart." He whispered, getting closer with each word.

You stould there, dumbstruck, staring into his blue orbs.

"Ludwig, I..." You started, tears prickling at the edges of your eyes. The bombarded pick up lines struck your heartstrings like a bomb in a war zone, consuming everything in it's path. But a little part of you, deep inside you, knew that he didn't mean any of it. A little voice mocked you, nipping at you, trying to get you to snap.

It's sad, really. He's too sweet to mock you when he's sober, so he had to get intoxicated just to do it.

You mentally cringed at the words, knowing that they were all too true. You had been friends for the man for as long as you could remember, and you knew that he thought of you as nothing more than a friend. The closest he probably thought of you was as a sibling, if that. You put your hands to the germans chest, gently pushing him away. The instant everything around you started getting blurry, the feeling of wet, hot tears traveling down your cheeks, you regretted answering your phone to speak to the italian. You regretted getting up off your perfectly comfortable couch, excited to come and hang out with your country friends. And it wasn't that you didn't want to return the german's feelings. In truth, you loved Ludwig more than anything in the world, and you had ever since you first met him. His slicked back blond hair that seemed to have too much gel in it, the baby blue eyes he sported that gleamed everytime he smiled at you, and his overall personality had wanted to make you wrap your arms around the man. You wanted to be able to call him yours.

It was just the fact that when Ludwig went to sleep that night, oblivious to everything that he had done, he wouldn't remember a lick of it when he woke up the next morning.

"I-I should probably go." You murmered through tears, wyping your cheek off with the wrist of your sweatshirt sleeve.

With that, you slid out of the booth, carefull not to wake Gilbert or Feli, and fast walked over to the wooden doors that seperated you and the outside world. Out of all the laughter and faint, upbeat music echoeing throughout the building, you heart a faint 'Vait!', followed by heavy footsteps a good ways away from you. Ignoring the plee, you slowly opened the doors, trudging out into the now rainy night.

Throwing your hood on, you looked both ways, forgetting where the small parking lot was for a moment until you spotted it not too far away from the building. Hands stuffed deep inside your multi-colored sweatshirt, you made your way over to your vehicle, which was parked next to the warn out 2003 Toyota Camry. When you started hearing the same heavy boot-against-ground sound as you did inside, you picked up pace. You didn't really have any sudden urge to talk to the drunken german, but for whatever reason, he wanted to talk to you.

You'd think that through all the time that you've known Ludwig, he would know not to bug you when you were trying to cool off.

Letting out an angry huff, you started to jog to your car, which was now a few feet away from you. The hurried footsteps behind you started to pick up speed, the sloshing of rain on the pavement heard with the movements of his run. You knew that your friend was much faster than you, due to the fact he made Kiku and Feli run with him everyday while you stayed home and did the exact opposite of exercise.

You gripped the handle of your car door, forcefully pulling it open. When it didn't budge, you attempted to pull it even harder, your vision getting blurred by both the blubbery tears rolling down your cheeks and the rain pouring down heavily and drenching your clothes.

"Open up, darnit!" You hissed at your car, pounding on the slippery glass window.

You set your fourhead against the numbing cold of the metal car, arms hanging droopily at your sides, knowing you wouldn't have time to get your keys out of your pocket before Ludwig could get to you. Just as you had thought, the footsteps that you had heard stopped behind you, Ludwigs heavy breathing barely heard through the pouding of the rain droplets against your car.

"______." He said, putting both hands firmly on your shoulders and forcing you to turn and face him.

You looked up to him, the rain slicking down his blone hair so it was no longer pushed back, small pieces of bangs hanging down on his fourhead. His eyes revealed a look of pity and confusion as he looked down to your drenched figure covered in a sweatshirt and hood, your (h/c) hair sticking to your cold cheeks. You looked to the ground, the converse you had slipped on before you left now standing in a puddle formed on the concrete parking lot ground. Fists clenched, you closed your eyes as the mixed emotions inside you bubbled and rose to your surface the longer you stould in the silence that surrounded you.

"Vhy did you run?" Ludwig finally spoke up, the firm grip on your shoulders softening.

You cringed at his words, biting the bottom of your lip. To be honest, you wern't quite sure you knew the answer to his question. You knew why you had gotten upset. But you didn't quite know why you ran away from him instead of telling him what was on your mind.

"______," He repeated, his hands sliding off your shoulders, making their way towards sides. The germans arms wrapped around your waste, bringing you closer than you had ever been to him. You felt your star designed hood get pulled from your head, your semi-dry hair now getting soaked by the rain. He tucked a stubborn strand of hair that stuck on your face behind your ear, nuzzling his face gently into your sweatshirt. "Vas it vhat I said?"

Instantly stiffening, you didn't return his sudden embrace. Instead, you stould there, arms planted at your sides, feeling the cool rain wash over you and the german.

"You don't mean it." You murmered, not budging an inch as you stared up at the gray night sky.

"Vhat?" He asked, lifting his head up off your neck as he looked into your saddened face.

"What you said to me." You said, peering up at the german. "You don't mean it."

You felt Ludwig flinch at your words, relization as to why you left flooding through him. All was silent for a moment, neither one of you daring to speak another word.

"Vhy vould I say something I didn't mean?" He asked, his voice a slight monatone.

"Because you're drunk. Complete and utterly drunk." You said the taddest bit angry, your words coming out a little harsher than you meant them to. "People say things when they've had one too many. Things that they don't mean. And i'm pretty sure that you didn't mean a word you said back there, considering you'd never utter something like that to me when you're sober"

You turned your head away, not completely sure why you had told him all that. What made the situation even worse was that you barked it to him, making you sound bitter and harsh.
Just when you thought the world was going to end on the spot, the hardy laughter of your friend began to slowly echoe through the rainy parking lot. You whipped your head over to Ludwig who was happily laughing, the light grip around you he had tightening. You gave him a confused look, and tipped your head the slightest.

"W-What's so...funny?" You murmered, a little hurt that he would laugh at the honest words you had just spoken. The words you found so hard to even tell him.

His laughter died down as he looked down at you, his cheeks now a light pink color. You wern't sure if it was from the cold bight of the rain, or from embarresment of some sort, but he looked down at you with them, his glossed blue eyes giving off the happy glint you had loved all too much.

"______, just because i'm drunk doesn't mean that vhat I said vasn't true." He said, giving you a sad smirk. "I just needed a little motivation."

The pounding in your heart picked up once more, your face getting warmer against the cold. "So....you like me?"

"Nein." He said, shaking his head.

The one word struck you hard, even though you knew perfectly well he wouldn't return your feelings in the first place. You planted a fake smile on your face, nodding. "I thought just as mu-" You started, only to get cut off by Ludwig's raised finger.

"I don't like you." He said, his voice barely a above a whisper. "Iche liebe dich."

Before you could even react to his words, even blush, you were once again pulled into his grasp, a warm and soft sensation press against your cold lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, only to find Ludwig's lips against yours, his hand making its way up and entwining carefully in your (h/l), (h/c) hair. It took you a moment to relize that it wouldn't be the best idea to just stand there, arms planted at your sides in frozen shock. Your arms gradually moved around his neck, your hands gripping the back of his green army jacket as you moved into the kiss, a sickingly sweet feeling overcoming you.

After a few more moments Ludwig and you pulled away from each other, the sweet, rainy air filling your lungs. You gave the german a warm smile, moving a piece of his blond, wet bang from his fourhead, lightly kissing it.

"I love you too, Ludwig."
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"Just go and ask her! She's not going to wait for you forever, Ludwig!" Feliciano whispered to Ludwig, who had a conflicted look on his face. He had been trying to get the German man to ask you out for a while now and today was probably the best time, seeing as Valentine's Day was right around the corner. Unfortunately, Ludwig had other plans.

"But what if she rejects me?"

"She won't, I promise. And if you don't go now, you'll never know."

"I-I can't! What should I say to her?"

"Ask her if she wants to do anything with you today. Come on, you made a whole list of things you would do to get her to go out with you!"

"But you and Francis helped me with most of them," Ludwig pointed out.

"That doesn't matter, what matters is that you still wanted to make the list. Go! I have faith in you!" The Italian chimed, before giving the blond man a slight nudge towards your direction. Sighing deeply, he took a few strides towards you and tapped your shoulder. Turning around, you smiled at who it was.

"Hi, Ludwig. What's up?"

"Guten Tag, (Name). I have something I wanted to do today, and I wanted to know if you would, er, come with me?"

You beamed at him. "Sure! What is it you want to do, and what do you want me to help you with?"

"Oh, I-I just wanted to visit a florist's to get some flowers, that's all. I just don't know what type to get, and I know you quite like flowers, so I thought bringing you along would be a good idea."

"Oh, yeah! I love flowers! I can totally help you with that. Let's go!" You grabbed his arm and led him down the hallway, excitedly talking his ear off about flowers and how beautiful they were.

Feliciano grinned and said to himself, "Thank me later, you two."

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"This one?" Ludwig asked, holding up a pot with geraniums in them. You looked over at the pot he was holding and frowned slightly.

"Um, are these flowers for you or for someone else?"

"Someone else... why do you ask?" He peered at you, looking surprised when you gasped.

"Ludwig, you can't give these to someone else, especially not if they know the language of flowers!"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why not? And what's the language of flowers?"

"Flowers have a language of their own. A few hundred years ago, you could send a bouquet of flowers to someone instead of a letter, and it would have its own meaning. These, for a start," you stated, grabbing the pot from Ludwig's hands and putting back down on the table, "signify stupidity. So obviously you don't really want to be giving these to somebody, unless of course it's someone you don't like. Is it someone you don't like?"

"No! No, no, it's for a... close friend of mine."

"Right. So then, you'd want something that's a bit friendlier, like a crocus or maybe some irises." Moving along the rows, you went to look for those particular flowers, while Ludwig moved towards the counter, trying to get attention from the florist in the shop.

"Excuse me." He started.

"Yes, dear?" The florist was a kind-looking middle aged woman. She stopped watering a plant to look at the German, an inquiring look on her face.

"I'm here to collect a bouquet."

"And may I ask what your name is?"

"Beilshmidt. Ludwig Beilshmidt."

"Oh! So you're the lovely young man over the phone who asked for the bouquet! I'm sure your girlfriend will really appreciate them, especially if she gets their meaning." The lady smiled, handing over the bouquet in a bag. He blushed a bit.

"Actually, they're not for my girlfriend. They're just for a- a friend."

The lady looked at him knowingly. "Ah, I see. Don't worry, son; whoever it is you're giving these to will definitely want to be more than friends. You don't just receive a bouquet from someone a few days before Valentine's Day and think they just want to be your friend."

Just then, you ran up to Ludwig, a potted plant in your hands. "Hey, Lud! Give your friend these! They're chrysanthemums, and if you're really close with your friend, I'm sure they'll really appreciate them!"

"Oh, i-it's fine. I found another bunch of flowers to give to my friend. Thanks for helping me, though."

"Really? What did you choose in the end? Can I see? What type of flower is it?" You asked, trying to look in the bag.

"I bought, uh... some, er..."

"He bought some azaleas for his friend. They aren't well, you see." The florist behind the counter helpfully put in.

You pursed your lips. "You didn't tell me your friend was sick, Luddy."

"I didn't think it would matter."

"Oh, okay. Well, I want to buy some flowers for my friend, too. Could you wait for me outside, I'll only be a minute."

"Ja, okay."

Two minutes later you came out holding a large bag and walked to Ludwig, who was waiting outside like he had said.

"What flowers did you get?" Ludwig asked.

You grinned at him slyly before answering, "Oh, just some honeysuckle plants."

"And what do they symbolise?"

"Happiness."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you happy about?"

"Um, you know, stuff." Your noncommittal response bothered the German, but he decided to let it slide.

"(Name), I wanted to ask you, since I don't have anything else to do in town, do you want to come over?"

"Sure! It'll be fun hanging out with you!" You grinned. Just then, you felt a drop of water on your cheek. Looking up, you saw the sky was a dark grey. Not a promising sight. "We'd better hurry though, or else we'll get trapped in the rain." Taking his arm, you started to walk down the street, your bag clutched tightly to your chest.

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"This rain just ruins everything!" Ludwig muttered angrily under his breath, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands. The skies had decided to really chuck it down before the two of you had even gotten halfway to Ludwig's, resulting in the two of you getting soaked and having to take shelter in a nearby café.

"Hm? Did you say something?" You asked as you lifted your gaze from your hot chocolate to the tall German man sitting in front of you. He quickly turned away and you thought you saw his cheeks turn red.

"Oh, I-I was just wondering when the rain would stop. As nice as this café is, I don't exactly want to spend the rest of today in here. I had a list of things I wanted to do today, and this rain is going to ruin all of that."

You smiled. Ludwig always made plans daily, so naturally he wouldn't be prepared for something like this to happen and throw all of those plans out of the window. Putting down your mug, you gently laid a hand on his. He turned back towards you, surprised at the contact. "Forget the list, Luddy. You don't have to order your life all the time. Go with the flow for once. Anyway, you can always put off what you were going to do on that list for another day!"

"J-Ja, I suppose you're right. Um... since it looks like we'll be here for a while, I might as well give you these now. I wanted to wait until you were at my house and there weren't so many people around, but these are for you." Pulling the bouquet of flowers out of the bag, he handed them over to you.

Your eyes widened as you took the bouquet from him. "Ludwig, do you know what these mean?" He looked down, nodding. Squealing, you grabbed his hands and leaned over. "That's so sweet! In fact, I have flowers for you, too! Here!" Still grinning madly, you picked the flowers out of your bag and thrust them at him.

"They're very beautiful, what are they?"

"Gardenias. They signify a secret love. You see, I really wanted to tell you how I felt, but I didn't want to tell you outright, so I got you these instead. If I knew you were going to get me a bouquet of gloxinia, I wold have bought some ambrosia instead! That would be to say your-"

Ludwig cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. When you finally pulled away, you saw he was smirking.

"That was rude, cutting me off like that. Don't you want to know what ambrosia stands for?" You pouted.

He squeezed your hands. "Sorry. I'm sure they have a really great meaning. What do they stand for?"

"They mean 'your love is returned'. And it is! I do love you, Luddy."

"I really do love you too, (Name). You make me feel so happy whenever I'm with you. I've been dying to ask you something, too. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"I was waiting for you to ask me that! Yes, I will be your girlfriend." And you pulled him in for another kiss.
Title is because flowers are great and I actually got some this Valentine's Day!
This was actually supposed to be uploaded like 3 days ago oops

PS: There is a second part to this. Except it's not really a second part, as in you don't have to read this to understand the other part. Just getting it out there. That will probably be uploaded tomorrow. lol who am I kidding you're probably never going to get that it's actually right here. fav.me/d5v6ws2

PPS: Gloxinia symbolises love at first sight, and I think I already mentioned any other flower meanings in the story.

Happy late Valentine's Day, everyone! :heart:
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"Hey, Germany." You cracked a smile, peering over at the blond german and away from the bright, blinding computer screen you had been staring at for so long.

Italy and you had been scouring the internet for hours, looking for nothing in particular. Just a few moments ago the two of you had found something called 'babynames.com'. It had caught your intrest, so you clicked on it to see what it was about. Just like the name implied, it was a websight with nothing but baby names. At the top of the screen you could look up any name you wanted and see what it stould for, and what gender the name was supposed to belong to. At the bottom, you could look up names under French, Japanese, Indian, Spanish, and so on. The moment you spotted names you could look up in German, a wide, evil smile spread across your face.

"Ja?" Germany asked, looking up from the newspaper he had been so interested in.

"Germany, Devi vedere questo~!" Italy laughed, pointing at the screen.

The german let out a heavy sigh, getting up from his recliner and setting his newspaper down on the table beside him. He walked over to your chair, setting his hands on your shoulders and peering over at the screen.

"German baby names?" He asked, squinting an eye as he looked down to your bright face.

You smiled, and scrolled down the screen. "That's not the weird part."

Stopping at a name, you pointed a a single finger to it so he could see what had caught your attention. The germans eyes grew as Italy and you burst out in happylaughter. "Ja. Vhat's so funny about zhat?" He asked hesitently, looking away from the screen as pink lightly dusted his pale cheeks.

"Come on, Germany. It's a german baby name called America." You snickered, scrolling over the name. "I thought this was the funniest part, though."

The blond folded his arms across his chest, keeping his distance from the two of you and the computer. After about a minute or two of silence, you knudged Germany in the ribs, hinting at him to come look at the thing you were trying to show him. With a roll of his eyes, his gaze settled back at the computer. He stould there for a moment, trying to pick up on the thing you were so eager to show him. You could hear the man give a slight grunting sound, shrivling back from the computer. This made a smile come to your face, your gaze looking back to settle on the embarrased blond.

"Home Ruler?" He asked, confusion and embarresment mixing in with his tone.

"There's also a name called Berger~" Italy sang in his usual happy tone, pointing to the name. You looked back over to the computer in surprise, not seeing the word before. Just as the italian had said, there was indead a name labled 'Berger' highlighted in bright blue letters. Looking back over to Germany to see the expression on his face, he scowled.

"Did you lose another bet to America?" You asked, leaning back in your chair and peering up at Germany with your cheerful, (e/c) colored orbs, setting your arms behind your head. The german just looked down, the pink that colored his cheeks now turning as red as one of Romano's tomato's. You gave him a satisfied smile, patted him on the head, and turned back to the computer that sat infront of you. Germany just stould there, dumbfounded as to what he just read. Maybe it was just one of those times he went out for a drink and got sucked into something he wouldn't likely remember in the morning. As the gears turned in his head, he started to wonder why the two of you started looking at german names in the first place. Why hadn't they looked at any embarrasing italian baby names? It would have been much more fun to look at those and make fun of Italy, no matter how much the german knew he shouldn't do that to the happy-go-lucky italian. He looked over to Italy, the brown haired man leaning forward in his chair as his overly happy smile grew on his face, a slight 'Ve~' illuminating from his mouth. The man looked over to you, your figure also hunched over as your grip on the wireless computer mouse seemed to get tighter, your finger scrolling down the page you were on. Tipping his head, a wide, persed smile spread across his lips. He leaned forward, snaking his arms around your waist abd bringing you closer to him and the back of the chair. Adjusting his chin comfortably on your shoulder, he moved his mouth close to your now warming ear.

"Vhat vere you doing on that vebsight anyvay, liebe." He whispered slowly, making you stiffen with surprise, a small shiver running up your spine. "Vere you hinting at somezing?"

You blushed, your face reddening only the slightest. Looking up to the man's baby blue eyes, a playful glint seemed to reflect in them. You couldn't help but smirk, no matter how serious he seemed to be acting. Lifting your hand of the computer mouse, you set it against his fourhead, pushing him away from your face.

"You wish."
Really short, choppy oneshot that came to my mind XD I was searching www.babynames.com for a name to give my OC, I saw the 'America' and 'Berger' name, and cracked up laughing. :iconus-xdplz: I'm thinking Germany lost some sort of bet to America..or something XD Anywho, enjoy~

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You (c) :iconsexygermanyplz:
Story (c) :icongoingmadhatter354:
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I sighed, looking up from my laptop to stare at my husband working on his laptop. Ludwig and I were working across from each other on our bed. I was leaning against the foot board and he was against the head board. I temporarily stopped my work to really take a look at him. His blond hair was slicked back as usual, though he sometimes leaves his messy bed head, only on occasions of course. He should let it go more. It’ll make it seem as if he doesn’t work all the time. My eyes now focused on his own.

They were icy blue and cold. Most people would cringe under his gaze, but I like to stare right back into them. His eyes were pretty hypnotizing once you got close enough, if he ever allowed you to be close enough.  He was wearing his favorite black rimmed glasses today. He would never admit that they were his favorite.

My eyes were soon drawn to my husband’s lips. I can’t even remember how many times I’ve kissed those lips. One would think that Ludwig was a bad kisser, but whoever told you that was a liar. His kisses could be rough sometimes but they were equally as soft. I think I might be drooling just thinking about it.

I moved my gaze moved to his shoulders and arms. My face began to feel really warm. Don’t even get me started on how big his arms are. Ludwig had some pretty muscular arms. Okay some really muscular arms! The thing was no matter how large his muscles became they never made him look like a meat head. I’m happy for that. His arms could be pretty cuddly too. They’re even better when they are wrapped around your body during winter nights. I feel fuzzy just thinking about it.

I tried to lower my gaze further down to his abdomen, but just the thought of his abs were enough to make my heart beat a bit faster. I sighed once more, focusing back on Ludwig’s face. I jumped and saw Ludwig staring right back at me.

“Um (Name), are you alright?” He asked with confusion on his face. I nodded rapidly. He removed his glasses and pushed back his tamed hair. It was honestly unnecessary.

“Then why were you staring at me?” He asked a little serious. I laughed a bit. He seemed to relax after hearing my laughter.

“Don’t worry my ever so protective Deutsch Mann. I was just remembering how attractive you are. Problem?”  I responded with my fingers interlocked under my chin. Ludwig sighed and placed his glasses back on his lightly pink face.

“Nein, carry on.”

*Epilogue*

“You know what?” I shut my laptop and place it on the floor. “Shut your laptop because
we’re going to cuddle!”

“Was?”

I closed his laptop for him, placed it on the side desk, and took off his glasses. I ruffled his hair and made him lie down facing me. Ludwig looked ridiculously confused and startled. I smiled and snuggled into his chest.

“Isn’t this better?” His arms wrapped around my body. The warmth instantly began to rise in my body.

“Ja, it is.”
I was really bored yesterday and I wanted to write a reader insert. So after about an hour of typing and listening to P.Square, Bracket, and Iyanya, this product came to be! I hope it's as good as my first Germany x Reader. This one came from the cuteness of my heart! Super Lovu Lovu Desu ne! Ahem! Well yeah enjoy this fluffy alpaca fluff!

Hetalia does not belong to me

Germany however is another story

You may belong to whoever you so desire
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        I groaned loudly, clutching my stomach and stumbling out of my bedroom in my shorts, T-shirts, and sock clad feet. I made my way down the hall and into the kitchen. I searched through our cabinets frantically as tears pricked at my eyes. I needed painkillers. Now! I doubled over, groaning in pain and failing to find the painkillers.
        “Ludwig!” I called desperately, “where’s the Advil?” I heard heavy footsteps as I whimpered in pain. Why now of all times, did my period have to start? I hated it when the cramps got to me before I could get to the painkillers.
        “Zey should be in ze cabinet liebe. Vhy do you...” he trailed off as he walked in and saw me holding my stomach. “_______, liebeling. Vhat’s vrong?” he asked, hurrying towards me. I shook my head.
        “Just get me the Advil, please. And a bottle of water,” I said, wincing as I tried standing up straight. He gave me a worried once over before doing as I asked. I downed the pills and leaned against the tall, muscular German.
        “Liebe, vat’s vrong?” Ludwig repeated, wrapping a careful arm around me.
        “It’s just cramps,” I muttered. I bit my lip as the pain increased. “Mmm, can you... can you help me back to the bedroom?” I asked quietly. He nodded and I knew he was hated seeing me when I was in pain like this. “I just want to sleep.”
        “Do you vant me to carry you?” he asked. I nodded tiredly and cringed again at the pain radiating through my abdomen. He wrapped one arm around my back, and then knelt down to wrap one behind my knees. I moaned slightly at all the movement, but I knew he was doing his best not to jostle me around too much.
        “Mmm _______. My poor liebeling. Is zere anyzing I can do to help you?” he asked, as I wrapped an arm around his neck. I shook my head, curling in on myself even more. I buried my face into his neck as he walked into our bedroom.
        “The cramps will just have to subside by themselves,” I sighed, trying to will the unbearable pain away. I absolutely hated when the cramps got to me before I could get to the painkillers. I woke up this morning with an ache in my abdomen and knew I’d started. I sighed and brought a hand up to my torso, rubbing carefully at my waist.
        “Mein armer Schatz. Ich wünschte wirklich, es war etwas, was ich tun könnte, um die Schmerzen weg,” he whispered in my ear as he laid me on our bed. I have no clue what he said, but it sounded so sexy.
        “L-Luddy,” I whimpered, curling in on myself, “i-it hurts.” The painkillers were going to take forever to kick in. Ludwig leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
        “I know liebe, I know,” he murmured. He gently pried my arms away from my middle and tried to lay me on my back.
        “Lud?” I asked, curious as to what he was doing.
        “Just relax liebeling,” he said soothingly and gently pushed me back down. I did as I was told and tried to keep from groaning from the cramps. He cupped my cheek with one of his calloused hands and then lifted my shirt and laid the other on my stomach. I nuzzled into his touch and he leaned down to place feather kisses along my belly. I felt his fingers gliding along the waistband of my sweats. His fingers gently started to knead into my lower stomach. I stifled a gasp and squeezed my eyes shut.
        “L-Ludwig,” I stammered, trying not to whine at the pressure on my stomach. He pressed his thumb to my lips, quieting me. He continued to gently massage my waist.
        “I know it hurts, but it von’t in a minute. Just hang on a minute,” he said, rubbing circles on my cheek with his thumb as he kissed and rubbed at my abdomen. Slowly, the pain started to fade, either from the Advil or Ludwig’s skilled fingers, and left an almost numb feeling.
        “I’m tired Luddy,” I said, yawning and sighing at the relief of having no sharp pains in my stomach. He smiled and crawled up so he was lying next to me. He pulled me close and held me in his large muscular and I used on of them as a pillow.
        “Sleep liebe. I’ll be here vhen you vake up,” he mumbled into my hair, sounding on the verge of sleep himself. I smiled and looked up at him.
        “Danke Ludwig. Ich liebe dich,” I told him in his native tongue as I reached up and kissed him softly. He returned it before pulling back and kissing my nose.
        “Sleep.” I nodded and cuddled up to him. I listened to his breathing and his heart beat and finally fell asleep.

        “_______. _______ liebeling.” I sighed, opening my eyes and turning over. I was met with bright, ice blue eyes.
        “Mm. Ludwig?” I asked, rubbing sleep out of my _______ eyes.
        “I made lunch. Are you hungry?” he asked, pushing hair away from my face. I grinned sleepily up at him and nodded. “Are you feeling okay? Do you feel better?” he questioned, running his eyes worriedly over my face.
        “I’m a lot better now. My stomach doesn’t hurt,” I told him. “You were a very good doctor.” I giggled at the pink that dusted his cheeks. I leaned up and kissed him quickly. “Come on you. Let’s go get some food.”
I've this idea running through my head and had to get it out. Short, sweet and sooo much fluff!! I hope ya'll like it!!

Translation: Mein armer Schatz. Ich wünschte wirklich, es war etwas, was ich tun könnte, um die Schmerzen weg - My poor sweetheart. I truly wish there was something I could do to make the pain go away
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