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You stood there at the edge of the camp with him and just tried to hold it in. They had just hanged a child for stealing bread. You couldn't blame him. The kid was nothing but a living skeleton.

“What’s wrong?” You looked up at your brother, Ludwig and it all just exploded.

“Everything.” He stopped staring then and you just punched him hard in the jaw. He fell back on the building and you grabbed the front of his uniform.

“You’re messed up! They just killed a child Ludwig and yet you don’t care!? Gott who the hell are you!?” He just stared at you and soon you hit him again. You were so upset. Ever since you two had gotten a new leader, everything had gone to hell. It was time to stop it before the others came wanting you dead.

“Swestcher.... He’s making us strong again!”

“By killing our people!? Just because they have a different religion! Just because they don't look like us!” Right then you ripped off his hat and threw it in the mud. He just looked at you and soon you just slugged him again. You both had short blond hair and blue eyes, the very image of the perfect being.

“You’re being stupid Ludwig! Gott I can’t even stand to look at you anymore. This isn't my bruder! You’re not the one who taught me honor and integrity just like Gilbert did Julchen!” You soon just threw him back and turned away letting the tears fall. You had watched them kill so many people and everyone had caused a deep pain to grow in your heart. You refused to even drink beer like normal because of it.

“Schwester.... Oh Gott.... You’re right...” You stopped then and soon you heard him get up and just hug you. He was crying too. You could feel them soaking into your uniform.

“Ludwig.... It’s OK... Mistakes are made so we can learn. We can learn how to prevent and how to fix them. This one will take a while but we can fix it.” He looked up then and you turned smiling.

“What? What would Vatti and Gilbert say if i left you to deal with this alone?” He smiled as tears fell and soon hugged you close.

“Es tut mir leid Schwester...... bitte verzeih mir.” You just smiled and soon nodded.

“I’ll forgive you bruder... After all family has to stick together.” He laughed and soon you two went off to try and see if you could fix this before it was too late.
So you're Fem!Germany. In my little things, i always make them as brother and sister. but this is from her pov ok?

Translation!! (sorry if it's wrong, blame google!)

Es tut mir leid Schwester...... bitte verzeih mir - I'm sorry sister ...... please forgive me
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    (Name) was so tired from the week. There was so much to do and no time. She had to complete homework, go to her part-time job, handle bills and rent....and that was only her top priorities.



    Being a freshman in college wasn't the easiest thing.



    Pulling out her phone, she checked her to-do-list:


    Cash Paycheck    



    Finish Essay         



    Do groceries



    Ugh. She hadn't done her groceries. Let me just check the fridge and if I don't need anything, I won't go out. She thought.



    The girl went over to her fridge and pulled it open. Her (e/c) eyes scanned the fridge.



    It was empty.



    She had said the same thing last week and had been eating leftovers of whatever she could find all week. She didn't need a repeat of that.



    Slamming the fridge close as if it was the appliance's fault for not supplying food for her, (Name) grabbed her keys and trudged out of her flat.



    She arrived at the grocery store five minutes later. Picking up her usual list of groceries while making sure it was in her budget (Money was always needed) the (h/c) haired girl got out of there in record time.



    Pushing her cart, a colorful poster caught her eye. Stopping, (Name) turned to get better look.



Attention all dancers



The annual competition, 1, 2, 3, DANCE!, is on June 8.



Come to the dance studio, Shake That!, to enter.



First Place wins $5,000 cash



Second Place: $3,500 cash



Third Place: 1,000 cash



All other contestants receive $500



Take a Chance,



Just Dance!




    (Name) had always loved dancing. Any type. All the parties she went to, she dragged her friends to the dance floor. Clubs too. She had even done a few performances, they weren't big, for school and such, but they were fun.



    The freshman had already to much on her plate, but the extra cash was enticing. Plus it was something she loved. Why not?



    She typed the address and date into her phone, making a note to remind her. Putting her phone away she proceeded to her car. Now (Name) couldn't wait until next week. 



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip to next week~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



    (Name) ran into the flat, going straight to her room. Changing into yoga pants and a comfy (f/c) top, she ran back out. Her work had made her lose track of time and now she was going to be late.



    Driving a teensy bit above the speed limit, she got to Shake That! three minutes before the designated time. Walking into the clean airconditioned building, she went up to the front desk.



    "Hi, I'm here to sign up for the competition."



    The lady at the front desk was eating a candy bar and reading a magazine. She waved her hand to side, not making eye contact. 



    "The sign up sheet's there. Go to Studio 3* when you're done. Leave your $60 dollars on the desk."



    Writing her information down she placed the money reluctantly. The lady snatched it up and put it in an envelope before settling back into her former position. That was the most she had moved since (Name) had came.



     Finding her way to Studio 3 she opened the door. It was huge and there was at least 30 people in there. A lady in front of the room quieted everybody down.



    "Hello, everyone! Welcome to the practice hall for 1,2,3 Dance! I'm Cassia and I will be your instructor for the rest of this program." Her brown hair switched back and forth with each animated movement.



    "You will all be split up into pairs and then assigned a dance. Instructors will be given for each different dance. At the competition, you will be graded on how well you did for your area. Any questions?"



     "Do we choose who we are paired with?" shouted someone.



    "No, you will each be given a number. The people with the same number are a pair."



    "Dammit," she heard him mutter.



    No more questions were asked and the instructors began passing out numbers. (Name) looked down at the number she had recieved.



180 



She hoped she didn't get someone who was bad at dancing. Looking around, someone tapped on her shoulder. Spinning around she was face to face with a tall, muscular man. He had slicked back blonde hair and baby blue eyes.



    "Yes?"



    "We have the same numbers." (Name) looked down at his card, and there it was, a big 180.



    "Oh, ok. Well, I'm (Name)."



    "Ludwig."



    "Do you like--" She was cut off by an instructor.



    "Hello, my name is Nia, and I will be your instuctor." She had a slight accent, a Spanish one, guessed (Name). After everyone exchanged names she told them their assigned dance.



    "I will be teaching you the Tango. My favourite."



    The Tango was fun. Fast-paced and exciting. The freshman looked over to Ludwig.



    He had the same expression on his face.



    Nia started showing the first steps for the tango.



    "It's not slow and smooth. It's fast and you have to glide." she explained.



    "Ludwig, hold (Name) like this."



    Ludwig came up to her holding one hand and trying to get his position on her shoulder right. It was feeling very awkward. Her hand was so small compared to his. Nia was trying to fix it while they stood there staring at each other.



    "Perfecto! Now do the first step I showed you." she directed. 



    (Name) started to do the first step, but her partner was so stiff and immobile. What the hell? She thought.



    She looked around at the other pairs. The were doing fine except the occasional stepping on each other's foot.



    And out of all these people, she had gotten the stiff and awkward one.



    Wonderful. Just so fucking wonderful.

I have started another story with parts. What am I getting myself into? Anyway, tell me what you think and if I should continue it. I'm still writing the next part of Not your ordinary lady. (I feel so bad for keeping you guys waiting. :()

Whoever guess's where I got Studio 3 from will be included in the next installation. :)

Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia or you.
The plot is mine.
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A Man Like You (Germany x Reader-Chan)
Song: Waka Waka - Shakira
(reader POV)

Your a good soldier,
Choosing your battles.

I looked deep into Germany's eyes, "You think I'm WEAK don't you, you look at me with pity I'll show you what I can do!"

Pick yourself up and dust yourself off,
And back in the saddle,

I stood up and looked at all the bullet holes in my body each one leaking blood, "I-I won't give up, not to a man like you, someone who looks down me!"

You're on the frontline
Everyone's watching
You know it's serious, we're getting closer
This isn't over

I ran up to Germany with my sword held tight, as he braced himself, I jumped over him, turned around, and stabbed him in the stomach.
"_______ w-why."
"Because of you, that's why."
Idk but it prob sucks im not good at writting fanfictions
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Prussia x Tsundere!Reader




Better Than you
Introduction




Scribble,Scribble,Scribble
Her hand swiftly moved left to right,filling all the spaces with incredible speed.
Shckk,Shckk,Shckk
His hand made circles,rapidly yet sure.Scanning the questions with his red eyes.
Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock
The teacher went in,two pairs of eyes met another and made a short glare within the span of one second
Shckk,Scribble,Shwoosh!
They stood up,grabbed their papers and raced to the teacher.

The teacher sighed as she looked at both of the papers infront of her,
Not wanting to take sides she grabbed both of the papers at the same time and placed it on her table.
Nope she wasn't mad at their attitude or constant fighting,it was natural.It was annoying at first but it soon became a habit and natural sight.

After Class
"(Name)!Mein score is higher zhan yours in zhat quiz for sure!" the albino mocked
"Who says so?I bet you got a zero in that quiz!" the (h/c) haired girl retorted
"Vhatever (name),but I'm awesomer zhan you." Gilbert smirked while (name) just rolled her eyes, "As if...,I'm more awesome!"
"VHAS?Didn't hear you clearly!"
"I said..,I"M MORE AWESOME THAN YOU~"
"Nein you're not!"
"Yes I am~"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Will both of you just shut up!Both of you are awesome enough to take away the silence in the halls!"
A young girl with a bunny hat covering half of her face shouted.
The albino and the (h/c) hair colored girl looked at her,
There was some silence until....
"Vhatever,I'm still awesomer zhan (name)"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
The little girl looked at both of them and face palmed.
"Race to the cafeteria to see who's more awesome?"
"Your on (Name)"
"1"
"2"
"3"
"GO!"
and with that they sped off with the speed of lightning...

Leaving poor choco-chan alone,she sighed
"Just give up Ma Cherie,you'll never get those two stop competing with each other~"
Francis magicallyappearedfromtheceiling said getting out of the classroom
"I know but..." Choco bit her lip
"If only they'd realize their feelings for one another and stop they're fighting?" Francis raised an eyebrow at Choco,
"Wow you've read my mind,creepy but cool..." just then something sparked in Choco's mind
"Hey Francis,wanna play cupid for awhile with me?" the girl grinned evilly
Then Francis realized what she was thinking and smiled sadistically, "Oui~"
Choco,on her tiptoes whispered something on the frenchman's ear.
:iconfrancesparklesplz: and :iconchoclate-dreams::iconsaysplz:ohnhonhonhon
A random england passes by
:iconwthenglandplz::iconsaysplz:Did francis just influenced Choco?

Plot (c) me
Hetalia(c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
You (c) :iconsexyprussiaplz:
I don't own the image,I just found it on google.

Best Friends=[link]
Mini Contest=[link]
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A little gift for :iconsilver-kitsuneneko: :heart: a scene from her story silver-kitsuneneko.deviantart.…
Little Tom and Lutz having a father son moment!
Not exactly how I wanted it to come out but im pleased. I know little Tom's meant to hav the same colour of hair as the reader but I made it so he is more like Lutz, coz lets be honest Lutz babies are gorgeous!! :blush:

but anywhoo! I hope :iconsilver-kitsuneneko: likes this! I think with all the requests she does for all her friends and watchers she deserved a little something as a thank you!!

 

i see this images anywhere other than DA i will hunt you down and cut you up and stuff you in a blender

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    That evening (Name) came home worn out. Dancing was fun, but with an unmotivated partner it was hell.


    Why did he join a dance competition it he clearly didn't want to be there?


    Her rumbling stomach snapped her out of her thoughts.


"There's a reason I bought groceries and it sure as hell wasn't for letting it sit in the fridge," she said to herself, changing out of her clothes.


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    Ludwig entered his house frustrated and angry.


    Frustrated because he did a horrible job at practice and in front of a cute frau. Not that he'd tell anyone that.


    Angry because his bruder signed him up for a dance competition he never wanted to go to in the first place. He should have known right away something was up when:


    1) His car wasn't working.


    2) Gilbert wanted to take him somewhere.


    3) He drove to an unfamiliar area and pushed him onto the sidewalk in front of a dance studio.


    4) His bruder's friend, Antonio, dragged him inside.


    He didn't want to cause a scene so he went to the class, but now his bruder was going to get a piece of his mind.


"Gilbert!"


"Hallo, bruder. How vas dance class?" His older brother smirked, leaning against the door.


"Vhy vould you sign me up for a dance class? It vas ridiculous!"


"Now, now, Ludwig, I have a few reasons vhy I signed you up."


"Zhen zell me zhose reasons."


"Eins: It helps you get out more," started the older Beilschmidt, "Zwei: It increases confidence--"


"I'm already confident---"


"You don't act it. Not like zhe Awesome Me. As the eldest it is my job to make you awesome like me."


    Ludwig glared.


"Drei: It vill help you get used to interacting vith ze vomen! Und vier, zhe most important," Gilbert drummed the door for effect,


"Dancing makes you sexy und awesome!"


"Nein. All your reasons are idiotic," responded Ludwig.


"But it's zrue! Zhere's a study zhat's about how vomen find something attraczive in your knee or vhatever."


"I'm not going to that dance class again."


"Bruder, I'm zrying to help you!"


    Ludwig turned to leave.


"If you don't go I'll zell your partner about your secret stash!"


    He stopped.


"You don't even know who mein partner is," he said, relaxing.


"I have mein ways. Toni can tell me."


"Nein."


"Ja."


    He could feel the smirk on his brother's face.


"Fine. I'll do it."


"Awesome! Kesesesese! I'm awesome!"


    Now he felt like wringing his beloved brother's neck.


    Letting out a sigh of defeat he slowly walked to his room.


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    (Name) woke up feeling quite relaxed. It was Saturday and there wasn't much to do except homework and housework. Lifting her head to see the clock; it said 9:43.


    Pulling the covers off she got out of bed. After doing her usual morning routine she got down to cleaning.


    By lunch she was almost finished.


 "All I have to do now is laundry," she muttered to herself, "Then homework--"


    Her phone cut her off.


"Hello," she greeted.


"Hi, (Name)," came a voice from the other end. "It's Anna. I was wondering if you could fill in for me at two. I have to go somewhere and I know it's your day off, but please can you come."


    Anna had filled in for her once or twice. Guess it was time to return the favor.


"Ok," she glanced at the clock;1:24, "I can come."


"Thank you so much, (Name)! Bye!"


"You're welcome. Bye."


    Eating a light lunch, she changed into her uniform, and left. When she arrived Anna ran up to her, hugging her, and repeating her gratitude. Reading the clock it said, 2:01. She paled, immediately regretting her decision.


    Damn it. Anna had given her the busiest time of day. 3-6


    Snack time. Tea time. Whatever. She was going to be busy.


    She regretted it even more when she saw who came through the cafe doors at four.

It's been a long while since I updated this story. Thank you all for being so patient. I'm going to put more dancing in there soon, so stay tuned!

Or you can just leave me here.

Part one:neon-roses7.deviantart.com/#/a...
Part two: You're here, babes.
Part three: I don't know when that's coming. :( JK

Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia or you.
The plot is mine.
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~1/24 of "Artblock Series" Requested by Happycandyx~

The tapping of your fingernails on one of the many plastic tables are lost in the sound of the music. Sitting at one of the many plastic tables set up randomly in one of the many plastic chairs, you want to leave. Your early fantasies of high school prom are shattered with harsh reality. You used to think it was a great dance with happy couples spread out in the gymnasium, dancing to music all night long. Most of that thought is correct, with the couples, gymnasium, and all night long parts, but the rest... The rest is just too much for words.

Taking a look around the dark gym- with only the spinning disco ball as light- you see a huge mass of grinding couples and the few single people jumping up and down to the pumping beats of the music. In the center, a short lived, impromptu dance-off starts and ends with no clear winner. Your friends are off somewhere with their dates, probably in the midst of the grind-fest, while your brother is with his friends.

Taking out your phone, you tilt it towards the light to make it act like a mirror. You analyze yourself in the tiny screen, taking in the makeup you applied with the help of your friends, your hair, and the dress you're wearing. Since you don't have a date, you don't really see why you did all this in the first place. The phrase 'dressed up to go nowhere'-or something like that- leaps into your mind. Tugging slightly at the silky (f/c) fabric of your dress, you realize how true the phrase is, in this situation.

Pressing a button to make your phone light up, you make your way to the refreshment stand, dress fluttering lightly around your ankles. After choosing your drink, you lean against the wall and kick off your shoes, sighing. Twisting the bottle cap, you raise your drink and lift it up in a silent toast. "Welcome to high school..." Somehow, in the darkness, your brother finds you, followed by his friends.

"_____! Why aren't you having fun? This is a party!" Alfred yells over the music as he pokes your cheek repeatedly.

"Don't you have a date? You look really nice!" His Danish friend Matthias compliments you with a smile.

"Kesesesese! I have to agree with what Matthias said, _____!" Another voice chimes in.

"Thanks Gilbert and Matthias, but I don't have a date and I don't really want to be here anymore. And no, I'm not having fun, Alfie." You say as you swat at your brother's hand to make him stop poking you. "Where are your dates, you guys?"

The three look at each other and say in unison, "The Awesome Trio don't do dates! We're too awesome for that! We stick together in everything!"

"More like you guys are too scared to ask and get rejected..." You say under your breath.

"What was that, _____?" Your brother asks.

"Ah, nothing, nothing!" You say quickly.

"You should go dance out there, _____." Gilbert suggests.

"No way! The music that's playing is not fit for dancing! Plus, everyone's already heard the same songs over and over again anyway." You complain. "What everyone's doing is just indescribable and when they start playing real music, maybe I'll do it."

As if on cue, the next song that plays is more of a swing style, very different from all the pop songs that were continuously playing since you've been here. Your foot taps along to the music, and you bask in the glory of non-grinding and jumping music. Alfred looks over at you with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

"You going to dance now, ______?" He says nonchalantly, adjusting his glasses slightly. His two friends look over at you too with interest.

"You're really bad at subtle hints, but why not?" You bend down and put your shoes back on, then brace yourself.

The four of you walk to the dance floor, unnoticed by other couples already there. Your brother bows slightly and holds out his hands, waiting for you to accept them. Locking eyes with him, you hold his hands and nod. Your steps are in sync with his as he leads you in the pretzel; bodies close together and then separated in the fast-paced dance. He holds his arm up as you twirl, your dress flowing with your movements. He turns, offering his other hand which you hold, and then the two of you spin together in a barrel roll. Holding you close, he dips you and straightens back up, whipping his arm out as you twirl. The clicking of your heels on the floor punctuate your steps with each turn. 

You repeat the whole process from beginning to end until the song is over, and you collapse into a chair, breathing hard. Matthias and Gilbert stare in admiration and demand your brother to teach them the dance. The sound of whistling and clapping make its way to your ears, and you look beside and behind you at the crowd that gathered while you were dancing.

"Now, that was real dancing." You smirk in satisfaction.
One of my oneshot requests, part of a somewhat series that I will hereby title "Artblock Series". Somehow, I feel that my writing has gone downhill. poop. :iconsulkplz:
The 'dressed up to go nowhere' is kind of paraphrased from the idiom 'be all dressed up and nowhere to go'. No, it's not the song.
I hope that I described everything enough so that it seems pretty vivid XD It's bits and pieces from last night's prom. And yes, I did dance the pretzel with my friend and people had the same reactions haha
From what I read and saw about the pretzel, it's pretty different from the version we use at school XD If you don't know what the dance is, I highly suggest you look it up because it's really fun and I can't explain more than what I wrote in the story..XD
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(c)Hidekaz Himuraya owns the characters of Hetalia, I own this story, and you own yourself.
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Enjoy and comment how you liked it~
Thanks to Happycandyx for requesting! Now onto the other 23 stories :iconimdeadplz:
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a little fanart for :iconsilver-kitsuneneko: I so love her stories!! and I love little Tom so I made a gift! I wanted to draw little Tom being so very innocent, looking up to his daddy lutz and wanting to be just like him but not really understanding the significance of Lutz SS uniform :T so heres Tom posing infront of the mirror too much to notice Lutz is right behind him ^3^

here's :iconsilver-kitsuneneko: stories with Lutz and Tom

 silver-kitsuneneko.deviantart.…

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silver-kitsuneneko.deviantart.…

 

i see this images anywhere other than DA i will hunt you down and cut you up and stuff you in a blender

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~3/24 of "Artblock Series" Requested by Shadowcatprime~

“Ludwig, take care of yourself, okay? Don’t worry about me.” Your voice whispers weakly as you look up at your husband, who is standing next to your sickbed.

“No, no…Don’t go! Please, ____! I can get someone to help you, maybe to perform a spell so that you won’t die!” He begs, bending down to move your (h/c) hair from your damp forehead and to stroke your feverish face.

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I or they can do. It’s too late to reverse it..My time has come. Remember what I told you before. Keep living for both of us, you have to! I love y-” Your breathing ceases, a sigh escaping from your lips as your husband cries, his tears dripping onto your face.

Moving you into his arms, he rocks back and forth with you clutched tightly to his chest for a few moments. After he’s stopped, he gently closes your eyes and kisses your fast-cooling lips for the last time. “I’ll remember what you told me,” his voice breaking. “I love you…____...”


~3 Years Later~
The disguise seems to be working as a masked man makes his way up the tower. The forbidden tower of dreams. He- Ludwig- had disguised himself as the duke, while the real one is currently bound to the deck of the ship docked outside. He has done this so that he can make his one dream come true. He told no one about this dream and has to be especially careful when he walked up the path that leads to the tower. Not only did he have to refrain from speaking, but has to keep thoughts blank in his mind. He did this in fear of the mind readers. Even though Ludwig has passed them, he is still wary. It is still too soon to say whether it is safe or not.

The mind readers are stationed outside of the tower to detect the thoughts of anyone who passes the estate. No faces or figures are seen, as they wear robes that enable them to be invisible. They only appear if they detect thoughts deemed unsafe. This mindreading magic is taught and thought of as black magic. Only those who are considered worthy have the so-called honor of being one. Only a few are chosen and survive. The path to being a true mind reader is grueling and brings physical and mental pain.

The tower of dreams is a sacred place that only spoken of through tales and idle gossip. Apparently, whenever there is a thunderstorm, the lightning hits the tower in exactly a straight line, and that is how the tower gains and regains its power. Nobody knows when it was built, since there are no records of the planning of its foundations or any other records- no facts were given at all, whatsoever. People have stopped bothering to find out, ever since the last wish was granted.

The last wish had thrown the village into turmoil. Disease and famine affected and struck everyone except the duke and his household. It was what had caused your death. Your body was too weak to resist against the fever and in turn, it claimed you.

A flash of triumph lightens Ludwig’s mood as he reaches the very top of the tower. He sees the tall spire that gives the tower its name and power. He racks his brain to remember how to make the wish. He had confronted the duke about it on the ship after he had been captured.

“How do you make the wish?” Ludwig had barked.
“I’m not telling you! You’re nothing but a filthy village commoner!” The duke sneered, red eyes flashing.
“You will tell me, or risk your life.” He threatened, gesturing to the stormy ocean water. The duke had blanched and told him everything.

Ludwig has done all this for a purpose. He has to do it. He can’t hold it back any longer because he needs you. He feels a twinge of sadness that he broke his promise to you, which was to not do anything rash after you die. Sometimes promises are broken, though. He had continued living his life without you, but he fell into a deep depression that he couldn’t shake off. Then, he had heard of the tower of dreams that would grant anything, but at an unknown cost. Unknown because the caster always disappeared afterwards so there was no one to give an account for it. Now here he is, about to make things happen.
He lightly touches the spire, taking in a deep breath as he braces himself.

“Don’t do it!” A voice yells distantly.
Whose voice is that, yelling at him? He listens again for the voice, but there’s only silence.

“Who is this?” He asks, warily, to break the silence.

“This is the tower guardian.” The voice suddenly speaks up again.

“Nonsense! There isn’t a tower guardian! I know that much!” He laughs derisively.

“It may be so, but I’ve come to stop you from making your wish!” A figure steps out from the shadows. It’s the duke.

“But, how? How did you escape?”

“It doesn’t matter! You can’t make your wish, at any cost. It’s too dangerous!” The duke yells as he unsheathes a hidden sword from the folds of his cloak.

“You think you can stop me?” Ludwig screams as he follows suit. “I’ve waited so long for this moment! I can finally meet her again!”

The duke makes no answer as he knocks away Ludwig’s sword away easily, his own sword point lightly digging into Ludwig’s skin. “I don’t know who you want to see so much, but is it so important that you risk your own life and others’?” The duke finally says, voice shaking with rage. “I won’t let you harm anyone, not even yourself, you peasant!”

“Maybe it is that important, because I need her. I’ve been driven by this… this… feeling. It’s too much too handle!” Ludwig shakes with conflicting emotions, breathing hard.

“I guess I can’t stop you then.” The duke says, a little sadly, lowering his sword. “You have set your fate, so do as you wish, but I did warn you.”

Ludwig stares at the duke with a slightly glazed look in his eyes and touches the spire again. He chants the incantation and a flash of lightning rocks the tower. His body is illuminated by the lightning and shocked, turning into dust almost instantly.

The duke averts his eyes, not wanting to look at what’s happening before him. “I hope he gets what he wants…”
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“What have you done? You broke the promise!” You cry out at him. “And now look at what happened to you! You’re dead!”

“Let me explain first, ____.” He enfolds you in his arms. “I might be dead, but I wished for the curse to be lifted, so I didn’t break the promise. Much.” He laughs lightly. “But I really did miss you, you know. All this time…”

You fall into a silence and wrap your arms around him. “It’s too late to do anything, even if you did break my promise. You were always set on your goals, Ludwig.”

He lets out a grunt and looks downward. Through the clouds, he sees the duke’s confused look. Shortly after, some mind readers appear next to the duke. Floating down, he eavesdrops on the conversation.

“Master, what happened? Did anyone try to kill you?” One of them asks, face still covered.

“No, but someone made a wish similar to the one my uncle made many years ago.” The duke explains dazedly. “Before I looked away, I caught a glimpse of his body turning to dust... It couldn’t be…? That he made a longer dark wish?”

“My lord, look!” Another mind reader chimes in, gesturing to the village.

He turns and gasps at the sight. The effects of his uncle’s dark wish are dissolving, steadily being replaced with Ludwig’s wish. “What exactly did you wish for, you crazy commoner?” He says to no one in particular.

A whisper floats through the air. “I wished for peace and happiness for this whole village, even if it meant sacrificing myself.”

The duke looks around quickly for the source of the whisper. He finally looks up, and sees two ghostly figures ascend to the heavens.

“Thank you…”
Okay, so, it's been a while since I did requests and I wrote this story a while back but didn't post... sorry! x.x
And sorry that you, the reader, died even before the story really began //slapped but at least Ludwig meets you again, right?
This one's for Shadowcatprime, and I hope you like it~ :iconlazycryplz:
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Uh, 21 more story requests to go? Guys? Maybe? I think so...
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(c)Hidekaz Himuraya owns the characters of Hetalia, I own this story, and you own yourself!
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The Moans-GermanyxReader Chapter 3

~A Week Later~

You and Ludwig creeped into the pharmacy and looked around the drug store. You and Ludwig would occasionally leave the group to find supplies while the others stayed in the safe room. Lily was too young to go with you, you were sure that Vash hated your guts, Alfred and Gilbert would flirt with you, so Ludwig was the only option. Plus if you got into a bad situation, he could come up with a strategy and get both of you the Hell out of there.

"We don't have a lot of time, grab whatever you can then let's get going. I don't want to be here any longer than we should." You nodded your head and began running around, filling up your backpack with anything you needed to survive. Since the group had found you, you had immediately become part of the team. They certainly wouldn't kick you out, and they wouldn't leave you alone either. You six occasionally came across other survivors but they were either bitten or on the brink of insanity. You continued looking around until you felt something grab your ankle, causing you to gasp. Ludwig turned towards you and saw a eater holding you. But it was so skinny, and small. It's arm snapped off and it slowly crawled towards you. You didn't run, instead you knelt down and stared into it's eyes. You knew this person, when they were alive that is. They had once been your best friend's son. You shook your head as Ludwig grabbed your shoulder. "Cmon,___ leave it, he isn't doing any trouble."

"Ludwig...I knew this boy...His mother was by best friend...both his parents were policemen and his grandparents ran the pharmacy...His parents were most likely the first to go when this all began...then his grandparents who tried hiding him..." You looked at the arm the eater lost and saw how flesh clung to the bone. "...Then he starved to death...he suffered a slow death then had to rise again once he had passed...Ludwig, let me take him out of this misery..." The Blonde angel looked from your (e/c) eyes to the eater that hissed and moaned at you two. Ludwig sighed and nodded his head. "Make it quick..." You nodded and pulled out your hunting knife from your boot. You raised the knife above your head, ready to strike the child in front of you. "Sorry." The knife drove into his skull and it twisted, sure to cause heavy damage to the boy. Then  you stuck him again, and again until he no longer moved. His blood dripped from your knife and onto the tiled floors.

"Shit, time to go, Frau!" You felt Ludwig grab your wrist before dragging you out of the drug store with him while monsters began chasing after you two. Luckily your leg had healed up quickly so now you could run as fast as the others. You and Ludwig ran out into the woods and towards the safe room. You didn't here the eaters anymore, which meant they must have found another source of food...God rest their soul... Vash opened the door and you two quickly ran inside with the supplies."Did you get everything?" Ludwig panted while setting his bag onto the concrete floor. "Ja, whatever we could carry at least...Eaters everywhere, we won't be able to leave the safe room tonight, maybe tomorrow..." Vash sighed and nodded while he watched Lily look over you for injuries. "Any accidents?" your shook your head and watched Alfred and Gil arm wrestle.

"Well, since we don't have much choice, we will stay here again. Tomorrow we move out," You all nodded at Ludwig and began making beds for tonight. Ludwig laid beside you and stared into your eyes. Those blue eyes always captivated you, and sent you to heaven when he stared at you with such intensity. You sighed until you heard banging on the doors and crawled over to it. You moved the slot so you could see outside, only to meet a few eaters, one which had taken an interest in the iron door. You pressed your back to the door so it wouldn't move as easily and Ludwig did the same. Soon enough it all stopped and you sighed. "I guess we sleep like this tonight?" Ludwig nodded his head and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Frau." "Goodnight Ludwig..."

~Time skip~

Alfred woke up and rubbed his blue eyes. He set his glasses o. So his vision cleared up and reached for his water bottle. As he swallowed the liquid he heard more grunting and turned to look at the door. He almost had a heart attack and began waking up Vash, Lily and Gilbert. "Holy shit..." they all whispered as the watched the open slot on the door. They saw glowing eyes looking around the room. Worst of all the slot was only above your head. Gilbert tapped Ludwig who woke up and almost screamed. You heard the sounds too and opened your (e/c) eyes. Everyone looked so scared. You looked up and saw the open slot...along with the hand slowly reaching inside. You were about to scream until Ludwig covered your mouth. The hand was so close...Ou felt tears slip down your cheeks as Ludwig tried comforting you. The. You felt the fingers touch your (h/c) locks...
Sorry it's late
I don't own left 4 dead
Hetalia
Or you
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