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Our Bouncing Baby Boy
Chapter 1: Crap

       You stared down at the dreaded contraption, willing the two lines to dissolve into only one. Not being able to look at it anymore, you sat the terrible indicator of pregnancy on the counter and left the restroom. Pregnant? No way, not now! You and Ludwig were in your first few months of marriage. Sure, you two were well off financially, Germany and (c/n) are two of the most powerful countries in Europe. You were both world powers. But, were you and your husband ready to create and raise a country? What if you two couldn't control it and it got into wars with the other nations? You thought to yourself, realizing that you and Ludwig would be the first couple with children. Elizaveta and Roderich were sure to follow, but still. You said a silent prayer to The Lord above that you'd be able to take care of this child. Maybe Luddy will work late so I won't have to tell him so soon... Luddy....What would he say? The two of you had never discussed starting a family. You paced around your kitchen island.

"I need to sit down." you said to yourself, trying to calm your nerves. You sat on the black leather couch in your living room and placed your head in your hands. Come on, __________! This can be good, quit moping! Your pep talk didn't do a thing. In the midst of your sulking, you heard the phone ring. You debated on ignoring it, but it might've been important. With a sigh, you stood and answered the phone. "Hello?" you asked stoically.

"Hello, liebe!" Your face fell at the heavy German accent. Think of the devil, the devil shall appear. Ugh... It was none other than your German husband. Crap. The person that you didn't want to have to speak to until late at night after he had a few beers and was ready for bed. If sober, he would immediately pick up on anything out of place. You tried to pretend you were your normal, chipper self.

"Hey, baby? How's your day going?" That should lower suspicion.

"Vhat are you up to?"

"Ah," you sweat dropped. "!"

"I vas zhinking that maybe ve should do somezing tonight, ja?" He seemed excited, this would be your first time out together in awhile. He'd been so focused on work and training that you hadn't spent much time as a couple. But as a new wife, you just basked in the glory of calling him your hubby.

"Okay, babe! That sounds good, we can decide on what to do when you get home." You smiled, even with the confession looming over your head, you couldn't help but appreciate his fidelity and love. The smile soon disappeared when you heard him begin to speak again.

"Meetings are over for today, _________, so I'll be home in a few minutes. I vill see you in a bit. I love you!" A few minutes!? Shit!

"I love you, too! Bye!" You heard him hang up and you instantaneously  ran into the bathroom and retrieved the positive pregnancy test. You dashed up the stairs and hid the test in your nightstand drawer. A few more minutes, a few more minutes until Ludwig would be home and would realize something was off about you. "Crap." You fell back onto the bed behind you and stared at the white ceiling, wide-eyed. A few more minutes.
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Our Bouncing Baby Boy
Chapter 3: World Meeting

    After your date with Ludwig, he didn't stop smiling. This was rare for the German, As of right now, only you, Ludwig, the Italy brothers, and your parents in (c/n) knew of your pregnancy. You and Ludwig planned to tell all the countries tomorrow at the next world meeting. It was currently a little after six in the evening and you and Ludwig were relaxing on your leather couch watching children's movies. You felt so relieved now that Ludwig knew about the baby, all that worrying for absolutely nothing.

"I still don't understand vhy you vanted to vatch Beauty and zhe Beast, ___________. Your twenty-three human years old."

"Hey! I don't complain when we watch your movies!" The German chuckled and snaked his arms around your middle, carefully as if your stomach was porcelein. He pulled you onto his lap and stroke your (h/c) locks. He rubbed your still thin belly gently.

"Vhat should ve name him, schatzi*?"

"Well, I haven't really--wait, 'him'? Who said it was a boy?!" You turned yourself so you were facing your husband.

"I just...know, _________. I don't know how or vhy. I just know."

"He'll be a new Germanic coutry so we ought to name his something...German. Something pretty--"

"Men are not pretty! They are strong." The German's eyes bored into yours with great determination. There goes all my ideas.

"Fine, Luddy. But, it has to be cute, like your name!" Ludwig blushed and pouted with saddened blue eyes.

"_____, I am not cute." You looked at his expression and smiled at your proof.

"Yes you are! All pouty and blushy and all! This is a Kodak moment!" He glared at you, regaining his composure. "We should name him Steffen."

"No." He frowned again.

"Vhy not?" You said mocking him in a condescending manner. Heglared again.

"Just, no. All vight?"

"All vight, Luddy! Klaus?"


"I just can't when today." He chuckled at your hurt expression. "Hmm," the German looked at you patiently. "Lukas." HE thought for a while before smiling and nodding. "Lukas Beilschmidt." Ludwig rubbed your belly again before smiling and leaning in to kiss you. "If it's a girl, we're screwed." He looked down at you.

"Ja, we sure are."

~El Timeskip to tomorrow brought to you by GILBIRD~

    You felt an annoying, constant pressure on you shoulder. You finally opened your eyes to see it was five o'clock in the morning. You groaned and turned to find your freshly showered German husband in a towel.

"Stop poking me, Luddy." You sighed and nearly fell asleep when you felt him poke you again. "Luddy, stawwp!" You whined. He chuckled and let you sleep for the duration of time he took getting dressed. Once he was in a nice grey suit, he shuffled into you closet and pulled out a black pencil skirt with a white dress blouse and black strappy heels. He laid them on the bed and went to your side and picked you up. He stood you on your feet and grabbed your wrist, leading you to the bathroom to clean up. "Ludwig Beilschmidt!" You glared daggers up at him and he only smiled back.

"Did you forget, liebe*?" You instantly remembered and dressed as fast as possible. Ludwig chuckled when he heard you thundering down the stairs.

"I'm ready, honey." He grabbed your hand and pulled you out to his silver Mercedes. When you arrived at the UN building, you nearly crumbled from seeing all the countries again. Amazing waht a few months away does... Ludwig held your hand a gave you a reassuring squeeze when he felt you were getting nervous. You looked to the right of you to see a familiar brown-haired Hungarian pulling a black-haired Austrian.

"(c/n), I haven't seen you in forever, we need to get out some time. I enjoy your company more than you phone conversations." You smiled and dropped Ludwig's hand, signaling that he could talk to Roderich.

"Hey, Elizaveta! It's so good to see you again, I've miss you." You hug your longtime friend. The bell that started the meeting sounded and the two of you pulled away and returned to your husbands.

"Oh, vhere are my manners? Nice to see you again as vell, Frau* _____." You smiled and gave the muscial Austrian a small hug.

"You, too, Roderich." The four of you shuffled in and Ludwig grasped your hand again. He led you to the head of the table where he sat to lead the meetings. You sat in the chair on the right of him. While all the countries were chatting, a good bunch came up to you and greeted you. After a few minutes, Germany stood up to signal that the meeting has begun. He pulled you up with him.

"Before ve start vith any of our current vorldly issues, I have a very important annoucement to make. It involves every country. As most of you have seen, mein* vife, (c/n), has returned to her first meeting after our marriage. Unfrotunately, she vill not be staying for more than a few months due to her current condition." Before Germany could finish, worried murmurs erupted from the room.

"Is she sick?" "What happened?" "Will she be okay?" Many accents filled the room. Germany lifted his hand to silence the concerned countries.

"She is fine, but their vill soon be a new country in zhe vorld." The murmurs were soon replaced with happy shouts. America, who was sitting directly across from you, stood up and patted the German on the back.

"I knew you had it in you , bro, congratulations!" The American soon came over and hugged you. Many other countries came and said something along the lines a congratulations. When nearly all the countries were back in their seats, you moved a little closer to your German and hugged him. He blushed and you planted a kiss on one of his fiery red cheeks before leaning in his ear.

"I love you, Ludwig." You whispered in his ear, he leaned down and placed his lips at your ear.

"I love you too, ______."
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Chapter 2: Date Night

       After you had disposed of the test, you went and sat in front of the television to relax. Maybe some TV will relax me. You grabbed the remote and flicked on the device and saw the opening theme for Spongebob playing. You chuckled to yourself before easing back into the couch. You sighed, thoughts and mental images of babies plagued your mind despite the silly show. Do I want this? You didn't consider giving up your child, but would Ludwig want the child? The two of you had never discussed starting a family beforehand. Perhaps everything will work out. Best not to worry. You turned around to face the foyer when you heard the click of the front door unlocking.

"_______, I'm home! Vhere do you vant to go today?" You heard your husband call.   All right, no worrying the German. You peeped your head into the foyer to find your blonde husband smiling with his eyes hidden behind his lids. Crap, he's extremely happy! Well, why not enjoy another date night? It might be the lat one for a while... You plastered a cheerful simper on your face.

"Hey, Luddy! How was work?" you asked. Ludwig opened his blue orbs to see your face. God, how your smile brightened his day.

"Hallo! Today was actually pretty good, Italy only took one 'siesta', America kept his hero-crap-talk to a minimum, and Britain and France only brawled four times! Hell, we even got some work done!" The ecstatic German returned your simper with one of his own rare smiles. He walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your small waist. You looked up at the German towering over you. After meeting the chips of blue that stared into your soul, you tipped your head back down. "Schatzi*, vhat's wrong?" You felt two of his slender fingers tuck under your chin and pull your head up, forcing you to look into his eyes. Come on, think! You pulled away from Ludwig and saw a flash of hurt graze his features. Guilty at causing your hubby pain, you grasped his shoulders and squeezed.

"It's nothing important, honey-bunny. It can wait 'till later! Let's just enjoy tonight." You lied. Fact is, it was extremely important.

"Vhy von't you meet my eyes zen? If vhat worries you isn't important, vhy are you so anxious?" Of course he was able to see right through your defense.

" may be important, but it can wait."

"Liebe...all right, zen." His blue orbs reflected worry. Guilt tugged at your heart. Focus on tonight, Luddy. Fun night... You put a hand on his cheek and met his eyes. He looked up at you.

"I'll tell you later, don't worry." You smiled at him, "Now what did you have in mind, Luddy?" He brightened up at that.

"Vell, I zhink zhat we should go out to dinner. Nozhing super fancy, but like our dates vhen ve" His smile widened, "Perhaps go out for ice cream later." You smiled. How sweet, Luddy. You pecked his cheek.

"You're adorable," he blushed. "Same old routine? I pick dinner, you pick ice cream?" He nodded and smiled nearly resembling...Italy. Wow, it must have been a really good day. "Olive garden, I want breadsticks!" You ginned at the German, already knowing his choice of ice cream. It hadn't changed throughout the years that you dated, it wouldn't change now.

"Hagen-Das! German chocolate ice cream." You chuckled and wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing the two of you hip-to-hip in the foyer.

"Let's get dressed, babe. Let's go have fun!" You pulled his wrist up the stairs to your bedroom. He raised an eyebrow at your eagerness. What could have been so important? He was worried about the beauty that was his wife. What was she hiding in that head of her's? Perhaps homesickness? She hadn't seen any of her friends or family in (c/n) since their wedding a few months ago. Ludwig dropped the topic in his head and focused on which necktie to wear. He turned his head to find you rummaging through your closet for shoes to match your blue jeans and white halter top. He finally settled on a navy tie, a white button down, and black slacks. You glanced at the attire he was about to don and chuckled inwardly. Refusing to be casual to Olive Garden, only you, Luddy.
       He unbuttoned his work shirt and pulled off his tank top. Ohh, those abs. You nearly squealed wit delight. You turned back to your closet to finish the strapping on you black gladiator sandal heels. The German stole another glance at you and smiled deviously. He tiptoed over to your hunched figure, strapping the heel, and picked you up by your middle.

"Aah! Ludwig Beilschmidt! You demon, put me down!" You glared at the laughing blonde. What a jackhole! He set you down and walked over to his loser and finished getting dressed.

"Ready, ______?"

"Yes-sir-ee!" You smiled, your earlier nerves were nearly gone. You turned to grab your black purse and felt a firm arm snake around your waist. You blushed, even after a good five or six years of being romantically involved with him, you still blushed. You heard a deep chuckle and the jingle of keys before Ludwig tucked his index finger in one of your belt loops and pulled you out to the car by it. He released you and kissed your cheek before opening the passenger door of his silver Mercedes. You slid inside the car and he shut the door behind you and hopped into the driver's seat.
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       Ludwig pulled into the Olive Garden parking space. You hopped out of the car before he could come to your assistance. You scanned the semi busy restaurant and your eyes landed on two skinny men with identical curls. You smirked.

"Hey, Feli! Lovi!" Their heads both immediately snapped at the sound of their familiar nicknames. Italy spotted the silver Mercedes and grabbed his brother's wrist and dragged him over to you and Ludwig.

"(C/N), Germany! It's so nice to see you two!" Feliciano smiled while Lovino scowled and glared at innocent bystanders. "Let's dine-a together! The four of us!" The Italian smiles and laughs. Ludwig scowled at his peppy Italian friend.

"Fratello, Germany and (C/N) are, obviously, on a date! They don't-a want to-a eat with you!" Romano glared at Italy and stormed back towards the restaurant, knocking people over that stood in his way. Italy looked down, ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Mister Germany. I was just so-a excited to see (C/N)! She hasn't been to world meetings since you two were-a married!" The Italian sighed in sadness.

"She's under my protection, Italy. I take care of her paperwork now," the German grunted at Feli. "Italy, please let (C/N) and I eat alone." Italy nodded and waved goodbye.

"Bye, bella! Bye big-fat-meany-pants!" He walked off into the restaurant. Ludwig grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. He pulled you into the restaurant and the smell of breadsticks and pasta drifted into your nostrils. A waitress seated the two of you in a booth by the back. She asked for your drinks.

"May ve have a bottle of Chardonnay and two waters, please?" He answered and the waitress wrote it down. He wants to drink something else besides beer today. Hmm, oh my Lord. This is the apocalypse. A few minutes later, the waitress returned with the drinks and took your dinner orders. You sipped on the wine a little and just when you were feeling a bit buzzed, you heard the deep voice of the German. "Vhat vas so important, ________?" You looked to his wine glass to find it completely full. Shit! He wants to get me while I'm buzzed! That sneaky jackhole! You looked everywhere but his eyes. You felt something warms grasp your hand under the table and immediately jumped and looked down to find Ludwig interlocking his fingers with yours. "Sagen sie mir bitte, liebe*." You met his pleading crystal eyes with your (E/C) ones. He's speaking German! Shit, he's not messing around.

"Luddy, I--can't it wait-"

"Liebe, bitte* must be of major importance." He looked so serious. You looked down, debating on whether or not to tell hi . The wine was really making it hard to think, but one thought was prominent. I'm hurting him. I'm hurting him by not telling him. You opened your mouth to speak, but you said nothing when you felt the warmth of his hand leave. You looked up to see him striding over to your side of the booth. He wrapped his arms as tightly as he could around you.


"Yes, Schatzi?"

"Today I...I found out..." You trailed off, leaving a very anxious German uninformed.

"Vhat?! Vhat happened?!" The waitress walked by with your food and quickly set it down when she saw the scene. The food went untouched. No going back, _______.

"I'm pregnant, Luddy." You looked down when he didn't respond. He laughed. "What's funny?" You looked at him confused.

"That's fantastic, _______! The vay you made it seen, I thought somezhing terrible happened."

"So you're not...mad?" He heard your timid voice and gripped your shoulders. His blue eyes pierced your soul again.

"Liebe, vhy vould I be mad at somezhing so vunderbar*?" He hugged you again. "I love you and our baby! You've made me zhe happiest man alive!" He kissed your lips then all over your face. "I'm going to be a vati*!" He yelled. This caught the attention of two Italian brothers that happened to be walking by.

"What!? Ve! Congratulations (C/N) and Germany!" Feli came over and tackled both of you.

"Feli, you're crushing us." You squeaked out. He stood up and Romano approached the two of you.

"Congratu-a-lations, (C/N) and dumb-potato-eater." Romano grumbled. Ludwig rolled his eyes but said nothing as the brothers walked away.

"Hey, Luddy?"

"Ves, ______?"

"Can we still get ice cream?"
Okay! This is chapter two!! Now, in the comments, choose which name you want for your baby boy! A) Lukas B) Klaus C) Steffen
Country baby name
A) Wertvolleland (precious land)
B) Geschenkland (gift land)
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Schatzi: sweetheart
Sagan sie mir bitte, liebe: please tell me, love
Liebe, bitte: love, please
Liebe: love
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Ludwig just stared at the little white stick that had changed his life forever. His beloved [Name] was pregnant ... and he wasn't sure if he was even ready to become a father. He had no idea who to turn to for advice. He couldn't ask Feliciano, because he would just squeal and tell everyone about the baby ... Ludwig couldn't ask Kiku, because he didn't like being touched ... and Ludwig couldn't ask his older brother Gilbert because he was a douche and ran away from marriage at every given opportunity. So what was Ludwig supposed to do?
"West? ... Hey, West!"
Gilbert managed to snap Ludwig out of his thoughts, which on this occasion was a good thing
"I'm going out for a drink, want to come?" Gilbert asked
"Ja, sure. I need to clear my head" Ludwig sighed
"What's bugging you? Did you and [Name] have a fight?"
"Nein, nein ... nothing like that. It's just ... she's pregnant"
"What, really?! You love machine, why didn't you tell me?"
"I o-only found out yesterday ..."
"That's great, bro! I've always wanted to be an Uncle!"
"I know, so you kept saying while we were dating"
"If [Name] is pregnant, you shouldn't go out drinking"
"What?! B-but I need the time to clear my head ..."
"Why do you need to clear your head? What's up?"
"I ... I don't think I'm ready to become a father"
An uncomfortable silence fell when Ludwig uttered those words. He began to feel tense ... and he wished that his brother would say something to break the silence. Anything ... anything at all would suffice but Gilbert remained silent. It wasn't until several minutes later when Ludwig cleared his throat, just to break the silence, that Gilbert spoke
"Look, West. I know you think you're not ready, but that doesn't mean you definitely aren't" He said
He had meant every word he said, which was rare to see from "the Great and Awesome" Gilbert Beilschmidt. Usually he would joke around or make some inappropriate comment ... but this time, there wasn't a hint of sarcasm or joking in what he said
"You really think I'm ready?" Ludwig asked
"Hey, I may cause the furniture to have an orgasm just by sitting on it ... but that doesn't mean I don't know a thing or two about looking after a kid. I mean, I took care of you right?" Gilbert said with a smile
Ludwig hated to admit it, but his older brother was right. Gilbert had taken care of him since he was very young, when their grandfather died and their parents went missing
"And now, I look after you" Ludwig said with a chuckle
"Touché, but I'm only here until I can afford my own place" Gilbert said, with that infamous cocky grin of his
It certainly was weird that Gilbert was telling Ludwig to be responsible ... when it was always the other way around. It was kind of surreal, to say the least
"I know you're nervous ... but come on, you'll do fine. Trust me" Gilbert said with a smile
"What makes you say that?" Ludwig asked
"Hey, if you could put up with people like me and Feliciano, then you can take care of a kid" Gilbert chuckled
The brothers laughed
"You'll be ok, West" Gilbert said with a smile
"Thank you, Gilbert" Ludwig said
Gilbert gave him a thumbs up as he left the house, leaving Ludwig alone with his thoughts. He gave a small sigh and smiled. It wasn't going to be easy being a parent, but he remembered that nothing worth doing was ever easy ... and that this could be the last chance to be a father. He took a deep breath and stood up
"I'll go see how she's doing" He said with a smile

-Several Months Later-

Ludwig stared at the tiny baby in the crib. The little boy was like a mini version of himself. [Name] walked up to him and smiled
"Oh, he's so small" She sighed
"Ja, but he'll get bigger" Ludwig said
"I know, I know" She said, looking at him
She noticed the look on his face and became concerned
"What's wrong?" She asked
"[Name] ... several months ago, I didn't think I was ready to be a father" He said, feeling a little better for being honest
"And now?" She asked, with a hurt expression
"Now ... seeing our little boy has made me determined to be the best father I possibly can" He said, full of confidence
[Name] gave a big smile and kissed him on the cheek
"There's the man I married" She said, hugging him
The baby began to fuss and Ludwig picked him up. [Name] watched with a smile as he tried to calm the baby down. And, to his surprise, succeeded
"Looks like he just wanted his Daddy" [Name] giggled
Ludwig let out a small squeak as the baby tried to feed from him and [Name] laughed
"Or he's hungry" He said
[Name] took the baby, with a smile on her face
"I'll go feed him" She said, leaving the room
Ludwig sat on the bed, giving a long sigh. Gilbert peered in and smirked
"You doing ok, West?" He asked
"Ja, I'm ok. Being a father is tough" Ludwig sighed
"I know, I know ... but come on, it's worth it right? I mean the kid's adorable and you have a hot wife!" Gilbert said
"Hey, get your own" Ludwig growled
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Gilbert laughed, coming into the room and patting his younger brother on the back "You're doing great, bud"
"Ja, you're doing better than I would"
"If you put the effort in and the found the right girl, you would"
"Nein, I'm not looking for that mushy stuff right now. I'm not ready for that kind of commitment"
"Man whore"
"Hey, that's not cool!"
The brothers continued to chat as [Name] came into the room with the baby, who had fallen asleep in her arms. The brothers looked at her as she put the baby in the crib
"You guys having a nice chat?" She asked with a smile
"Ja, we were just talking about how, if Gilbert put his mind to it, he could find a girl and have a child too" Ludwig said
"Hey, quit pressuring me to settle down!" Gilbert whined
[Name] giggled
"I'm sure he'll find someone in his own time, Luddie. Give him a break" She said
"Ja, get off my back. Unless there are hot chicks involved, I'm not interested" Gilbert grumbled
"Gilbert ..." Ludwig sighed
"Hey, I can dream can't I?!" Gilbert said in a shrill tone
"Shh! You'll wake the baby!" [Name] said in a quiet tone
"Sorry ..." The brothers said in unison
Ludwig stood up and took one last glance at the baby before leaving the room with Gilbert so they could continue their conversation without waking the poor child up. The conversation ended up going on for a long time, but Ludwig did agree to keep off Gilbert's back about settling down for a while
"They say it's tough being a parent ... try being Gilbert's brother for a day" Ludwig thought to himself as Gilbert left the room
He sat there alone for a while and a smile crept onto his face. He was actually looking forward to the things he would get to do with his son when he was older. Fatherhood was starting to look like a wonderful adventure well worth having

The End
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You watched with a smile as Germany chased Italy around the training grounds. You couldn't help but laugh watching your two best friends doing laps. Japan was ill, so he couldn't go. He requested that you recorded the session with your video camera so he could catch up when he got better. You cheered your friends on, even though Italy's pace was less than satisfactory
"Come on, Italy! You can do it!" You said, smiling
You saw Italy stop to look at you and wave with a huge smile on his face. Germany urged Italy to continue and you laughed a little
"Tell you what, if you finish your laps I'll make you as much pasta as you want!" You said with a smile
Within seconds, Italy rushed off to finish his laps, leaving Germany stunned. You laughed
"Looks like that did it, huh?" You said with a smile
"How did you ...?"
"Well, he's more likely to respond to a reward than a punishment, like yelling" You said
Germany looked a little embarrassed that you knew how to reach Italy better than he did, but then again, he had known Italy for many years and still didn't fully understand the very happy Italian
"Just look at him go. All because I told him he could have as much pasta as he wanted" You giggled
"Interesting ... I will have to keep this mind for our next training session. Wait a minute, why are you recording this?" Germany asked
"Oh, Japan asked me to. It's so he can catch up when he gets better" You replied
Germany looked surprised
"I'm impressed. You've bonded very well with Japan and Italy" He said with a smile
"Is it really that impressive to make friends with them?" You asked

Before Germany could answer, Italy hurried over holding a small cat. Your eyes widened in fear and you began to shake and drop the camera. You had never told anyone, but you had a huge fear of cats
"Look, Germany! I found a kitty!" Italy said with a smile
"Italy, put it down and finish your training" Germany said, agitated
Italy rushed over to you, holding up the cat
"Look,  [Name]! It's a cute kitty" He said with an innocent smile
You let out a small squeak and backed away a little, shaking like a leaf. Of course, Germany and Italy looked confused at your reaction to the cat
"P-Please, don't let that cat near me" You said, your voice shaking
"Why?" Italy asked, confused
"[Name], what's wrong?" Germany asked, his voice full of concern
"I ... I'm sorry!" You whimpered
You turned and ran, tears flowing down your cheeks. You heard Germany call out to you, worried but you didn't stop. You kept running, terrified of the cat Italy was holding. You came to a halt when someone grabbed your wrist. You looked up and saw Germany, out of breath and looking worried beyond belief
"[Name], what's wrong? This isn't like you" He said
You let out a small sad sigh and looked into his deep, icy blue eyes as a blush formed on your cheeks
"Just promise me you won't tell anyone ... I'm ... I'm afraid of cats" You mumbled, fidgeting
Germany looked at you, surprised. You had never felt so much embarrassment before ... then again, you hadn't confessed your fear before either. Then, you noticed something you weren't expecting
"You're not laughing" You said, surprised
"Should I be?" Germany asked
"It's just ... I was expecting you to laugh at me. I've never told anyone about my fear of cats before" You replied
"Everyone has a fear of something" He said
"E-even you? What are you afraid of?" You asked, surprised
"Losing those I care about" He said, looking down
You felt a little touched by his words. He feared losing his friends ... Italy, Japan and you ... and of course, his older brother Prussia
"Wow ... I had no idea you felt that way" You said, blushing a little
"Like I said, everyone is afraid of something. I worry about all of you"  He said
You noticed a small blush on his cheeks, which you thought was from embarrassment. You gave a small, shy smile
"We'll keep this conversation between us, ja?" He said
You nodded with a smile, kind of flattered that he wanted to keep a secret with you. Germany approached you, shyly kissed you on the cheek and left, leaving you standing there with a hug blush on your face. Unfortunately, behind a bush was Prussia, recording the whole thing with the camera you dropped
"This is so going on the internet!" He said with a smirk

The End
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Alfred walked down the street toward his home, where his beloved [Name] and son Connor were waiting for him. He had been away for almost a year, fighting for the country he held so dear to his heart, America and he had only just returned. He was excited to see his family again after so long, so he wanted to surprise them. He took a deep breath as he stood on the porch. He was a little worried about how [Name] was going to react. He didn't know if she was going to go crazy and yell at him for not calling first, or if she was going to become a sobbing mess in his arms. Then there was his son, Connor ... how was he going to react?
"Well ... here goes nothing" He said, ringing the doorbell
He waited patiently as he heard Connor becoming excited about someone being at the door ... when he heard Connor keep saying "Is it the Postman?", he couldn't help but smile. The door opened and, to Alfred's surprise, Arthur was standing there. Arthur was stunned by Alfred's surprise visit
"Wh-what the bloody hell are you doing here?" Arthur asked, his voice almost a whisper
"I came home early, bro. I wanted to surprise you all" Alfred chuckled
Arthur started to tear up and he hugged Alfred tightly, as if he had no intention of letting go again
"B-Bastard ... Bastard ..."
"Does that mean you missed me?" Alfred chuckled
"Sh-shut up!"
Arthur was too proud to admit it, but it was obvious he had missed the American idiot. Alfred hugged the now blubbering Brit and let out a chuckle
"Hey, don't cry. You'll get me going, man" Alfred said
Alfred looked up and saw his little boy, no older than six, at the other end of the hall
"Hey, champ!" Alfred said, letting go of Arthur
Arthur backed away so Connor could run up to his father. Alfred knelt down, caught him and hugged him tightly
"Daddy, you're home!" Connor said, full of joy
"Yeah, I'm home ..." Alfred said, holding back the tears
It had almost been a year since he held his son in his arms ... and it was a wonderful feeling to be reunited with him after so long
"How are you doing, champ?" Alfred asked
"I'm ok, Daddy" Connor said, grinning like a Cheshire Cat
"Where's your mother?" Alfred asked
"She's out shopping, Daddy. She got Uncle Arthur to look after me" Connor said
"Well then, Mommy's going to have a wonderful surprise when she gets home, huh?" Alfred chuckled

-Later, that afternoon-

Alfred remained in his hiding spot as [Name] came home. He resisted the urge to run to her and hold her in his arms again
"[Name] looks just as beautiful as the day I left" He thought to himself with a smile
"Hello, Connor! Were you good for Arthur?" He heard [Name] ask
"Yes, Mummy" Connor replied
Alfred knew that Connor was going to find it difficult to keep Alfred's return a surprise. Arthur was pretty good at keeping his excitement under control, but Alfred knew that he wanted to tell [Name] that Alfred was home just as much as Connor did
"What's the big grins about?" [Name] laughed
Alfred ventured out of his hiding place and stood behind her with his trademark goofball grin as his son and Arthur looked at him
"Look behind you and see for yourself" Arthur said
[Name] turned around, with a puzzled look on her face which quickly turned to surprised and within seconds she was squealing and trying tears of joy
"I'm home, baby!" Alfred said, laughing
[Name] hugged him, crying into his chest. Connor hugged Alfred's leg and Arthur just gave him a slight nod, obviously embarrassed about his earlier behaviour
"I can't believe it ..." [Name] sobbed
Alfred chuckled, patting his beloved wife's back
"Hey, what are you crying about?" He asked
"I'm ... I'm just so happy!" She wailed, clinging to him tighter
Alfred smiled, knowing that tonight ... for the first time in almost a year, he would sleep beside [Name]. And he wouldn't trade that for anything in the world ...

The End
This is a One-Shot

Caution : May be very sappy/fluffy

America ("Alfred") & England ("Arthur") (c) Hetalia
Story (c) Me, SwiftNinja91
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        I opened my door quietly, hoping not to notify anyone in the house that I was home. I’d just come back from the doctor’s and my stomach was in knots. I stepped inside and set my purse down on an in table. I sighed and brought a hand to rest on my forehead. I was happy, thrilled even, but I didn’t know how Ludwig would take it.
        I’d been sick for the past few days and decided to go make sure everything was alright. They told me that I was fine and perfectly healthy... and so was my baby. I was excited about a having a baby. I’d been thinking about talking to Ludwig about it, but I just wasn’t sure yet. I’d wanted to make sure he was ready, but I guess it was a little late for that.
        “_______?” I froze and my eyes widened. He’d heard me come in. Thoughts rushed through my head about what he might say or how he might act. None of them were very good. What if he didn’t want the child? What if... what if... “_______, are you home?” the German asked, sticking his head out of the kitchen. He saw me and smiled. It disappeared, however, when he saw my terror stricken appearance. “_______, liebeling! Vhat’s vrong?” He hurried to me and lifted my face so I was looking at him.
        “L-Ludwig,” I stammered, tears bubbling in my eyes. I was so frightened about what he would say. I was probably just getting myself worked up for nothing, but I just couldn’t help it. Stupid hormones! I rested my head on his broad chest and cried softly. I completely missed the looked of utter shock and distress on the blondes face.
        “Liebe,” he said quietly, stroking my back. He was at a loss for words. I wasn’t one to act very emotional and to start crying out of the blue was probably starting to freak him out. I felt his arms go around me and lift me up. I squeaked lightly, but didn’t protest. He walked down the hall and into out bedroom. “_______,” he said, sitting down on the large bed, “vhat is it zat’s got you so upset, hm?” He sat me down and placed me in his lap. I sniffled a little, finally starting to calm down.
        “L-Luddy, c-can I tell you s-something?” I asked, my eyes darting between his bright blue orbs and my fingers.
        “Of course liebeling, anyzing,” he replied, running his large, calloused fingers through my hair. I swallowed, trying to calm my racing heart and get up the courage to spill. “I... I’m pregnant, Ludwig,” I said, just loud enough for him to hear. I waited, holding my breath as I listened to the deafening silence. I looked up eventually and saw his eyes frozen, staring ahead but not really seeing anything.
        “Ludwig?” I pulled away from him and snapped my fingers in front of his face. He didn’t move a muscle. Oh no. I crawled out of his lap and over to my bedside table. I’d never seen the man act like this before, but I’d heard stories of past instances when the personification of Germany went into terrible states of shock and it had been almost impossible to bring him back. I grabbed my cell phone and punched a few numbers. I looked over my shoulder at my husband. I guess maybe he wasn’t going to say anything at all.

        “Ve!! _______ How-a are you?” Feliciano asked as he bounced into my house. I blinked and shook my head.
        “I’m fine Feli, but I’m not too sure Ludwig,” I replied, looking worriedly down the hall at my bedroom. He was still sitting on our bed, as unmoving as a statue.
        “Doitsu? What’s-a wrong with him?” the energetic Italian asked, deflating just a little. I explained to him had happened, he congratulated me on the baby, and that I couldn’t get a response from him. Feliciano quirked an eyebrow, but started for my bedroom and motioned for me to follow. I leaned against the door frame and watched as Italy approached Ludwig.
        “Doitsu. Doitsu what’s-s wrong?” he asked softly. Ludwig blinked and actually looked up at the auburn haired Italian. He murmured something under his breath and went back to being a statue. Feliciano turned back and gently tugged me out of the room.
        “What’s wrong with him?” I asked as the tall man pulled out his phone. He shrugged and dialed a number.
        “I’m-a not sure, but there’s-a someone who will,” he mumbled as his phone rang. He listened as someone answered the phone. “Si! Would you-a mind coming to _______’s house?” he asked. I scrunched my eyebrows together. “Ve! Thank you Prussia!”
“Gil?” I asked, watching as he shut his phone and put it up.
        “Si. He’ll-a know what to do,” the Italian replied. I sighed as started for the kitchen.
        “I sure hope so.”

        “Yo! Ze awesome me is here!” I looked up from my book towards the door as the Prussian strutted in. I stood up and greeted my brother-in-law. Feliciano had left a little while ago because he stuff to attend to, apparently. He was never very specific when it came to anything.
        “Hey Gil,” I said tiredly. He gave me a look and I smiled weakly at him. I explained what had happened and ended up crying into his shoulder.\
        “Don’t vorry _______. I’ll get to ze bottom of it,” Gilbert said, kissing the top of my head. I nodded, sniffling slightly and watched him walked down the hall to my bedroom. I thought a moment before getting up and following him.
        “Vest!” Gilbert said, smacking his brother in the back of the head. “Was zum Teufel ist los mit dir?!” (What the heck is wrong with you?!) I sighed, leaning against the door frame and peering in. I wasn’t going to be able to understand a word. “Was machst du gerade hier sitzin, dummkopf!?” (What are you doing just sitting here, dummkopf?!)
        “Gil… sie… sie ist schwanger,” (Gil… she… she’s pregnant.) Ludwig mumbled. I was relieved to hear him say something, even if it was in another language.
        “Ich weiß das! Sie erzählte mir, und sie ist krank vor Sorge, weil du hier sitzt anstatt mit ihr. Warum sind Sie gerade hier sitzin?!” (I know that! She told me and she's worried sick because you're sitting here instead of being with her. Why are you just sitting here?) the Prussian yelled. Ludwig blinked a few times and looked up at his older brother.
        “Bruder… was, wenn ich nicht ein gutar Vater? Nach allem, was ich getan habe… was, wenn…” (Brother… what if I’m not a good father? After all that I’ve done… what if…) The German couldn’t continue. He sounded so distressed. Gilbert’s ruby eyes glittered with understanding. I watched as he sighed heavily and sat in front of his younger brother.
        “Vest. Ihre Vergangenheit nicht definieren Sie oder was Sie kid werde an Sie denken. _______ Sicher nichtm ich kann Ihnen sagen, dass, aber sie ist ausgeflippt Jetzt, weil sie Sie nicht wollen, das Kind denkt,” (Your past doesn't define you or what you kid will think of you. _______ sure doesn't, I can tell you that, but she is freaking out right now because she thinks you don't want the child) the albino chastised. “Sie braucht dich jetzt. Beweg deinen Arsch raus und rede mit ihr.” (She needs you right now. Get your ass out there and talk to her.) Ludwig blinked and let a small smile cross his face.
        “Danke Gilbert,” he said, standing up from the bed. The Prussian smirked.
        “Ja, ja, oh and Vest,” the German turned his head, “you make a great vati.” They both chuckled and Ludwig walked out. He nearly ran into me and I stumbled back a little.
        “_-______,” he stammered. I looked down, trying to wipe tears from my eyes. I felt strong arms wrap around me and pull me into a large, warm chest. I fell into the embrace crying and hiccupping in relief. “I’m sorry liebe. I am so so sorry. I just had so many zoughts running zrough my head und-” I cut him off, knowing that he would start rambling if I didn’t.
        I pressed my lips to his, gently cupping his face in my hands. I stood on my tip toes, trying to stay up as long as possible. I pulled away just as he was wrapping his arms around my waist.
        “It’s okay Ludwig. You just… you really scared me…” I whispered, placing a hand lightly on my stomach. The German looked down at my hand and smiled.
        “So zat’s vhat all ze sickness vas about?” he asked, laying a hand on top of mine. I looked up in surprise but nodded.
        “You’re not… you’re not upset?” I asked timidly. His blue eyes widened with surprise.
        “Upset? Vhy vould I be upset?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders, not meeting his gaze. “_______.” I sighed and looked up at him. “I could never be upset viz you, especially over somezing like zis. Besides, zis is wunderbar!” I swallowed, feeling tears prick at my eyes and a weight lifting off my shoulders.
        “Really?” I asked carefully, wiping at my eyes. He wrapped an arm around my waist and spun me around.
        “Ja! Ve’re having a baby!” he said happily. I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He was excited and happy. I let a relieved giggle escape my lips.
        “Yea, we are!” I said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. “I love you Ludwig.”
        “Ice liebe dich auch _______.”
        “Dudes!! I’m going to make ze most awesome Onkel ever!!”
One of the many one shot ideas I've running through my head! I hope you enjoy!!
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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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        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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~Fröhliche Weihnachten~

*Daddy!Germany X Mommy!Reader*

'Drabble #15 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'

It was those of once upon a December days.The capital city of Germany was enveloped in a thick layer of white,fluffy snowflakes still making their way to the ground into a dizzy,still mesmerizing waltz.
The sky was painted in soft greys,smokey blacks and here and there could be seen delicate navy blues.
The skeletical branches seemed to almost snap under the weight of white powder,but somehow they managed to support it.Some just got rid of it with the help of crispy wind which blew cold above the shiny stars,skattering them onto the ground and swirling them into a passionate danced circle,followed one by another.
The baby blue eyed infant tapped with a slender pale finger the glass of the window on which frozen shaped snowflakes were plastered by the previous night's blizzard.
He was entranced by the outside world,but on the other side he knew very well that the cold pinching at his exposed skin wouldn't be a plesant feeling.
A shiver went down his spine,so he resumed watching the snowflakes adding to the white mass,making it even more dense and plopped down onto the couch,swaying his small legs back and forth to keep himself busy.
His papi was usually the first one to wake up,but every time when Christmas was awaiting on the corner,he would just take his time and stay more with the blonde boy's mami.
Two pairs of feet could be heard descending the wooden stairs,causing the blue gaze to move in the said direction and to be welcomed by his mother's gentle smile and his father's failed attempts to slick back his messy hair.
(Name) chuckled at Ludwig's visible frustration,as his honey blonde locks seemed to be against the large German male.The adult's frown was soon replaced by a small smile,as well as his lips were gently pressed upon the female's delicate ones.
"Guten Morgen,(Boy's Name)!Why are you up so early?" (Name) asked somewhat surprised,sitting near her little boy on the couch.
"Guten Morgen mami!" he sort of saluted,which caused the female to giggle at her son's seriousness - he ressembled in so many ways his father that (Name) couldn't help but feel all warm on the inside and a child once again.
"Your mama is right.Was has happened?Is it something vrong?" the German male questioned,bringing the small boy into his lap,ruffling his hair.
"I was waiting for you to get up.So you can tell me a story,as you do each year!" (Boy's Name) looked up into his similar tone of his father's eyes,who only did to scratch his neck awkwardly deciding if it was the best to tell him now or later.
"It's ok liebes!I think (Boy's Name) is big enough to know everything!" (Name) sweetly reassured the German male,soothingly massaging his stiffend shoulder which loosened as his mucles relaxed at the delicate touch.
"Vell...I have met your mami vhen ve vere your age!" Ludwig started,pointing his index finger to his son's chubby cheek,tickling him.
"Uncle Gilbert vas babysitting her one day,so he decided it vas the best to bring her to our home.And he did it!I have instantly took a liking into your mami,as she clinged onto bruder's sleeve,her eyes big and watery." the German stopped for a second,reminiscing every single detail which preserved,untouched by the cruelty of time.
"Ve became best friends soon,as she vas always the one to help the others and not to misjudge by the initial reaction.But as ve have grown,I have realized your mami meant a lot more to me.She didn't seem to notice how protective I vas of her,neither did she understand the notes I used to sent to her.And my heart ached when I thought of the fact she might love bruder and not me.She seemed happy with him." Ludwig breathed,interrupted by (Son's Name) gasp for air.
"I hanged around uncle Gil only to get to spend more time with your papi.I was really longing to see him even for a couple of minutes.I was too shy to confess my love for him.We were hurting eachother without even knowing.Each time we delayed speaking our minds out we got even more caught into becoming far one from another and even if we were so close,we couldn't see eye to eye.As in a spider web!" (Name) explained to the boy who only did to nod his head in approval,anouncing he had understood his mother's message.
"Ve kept lying to ourselves that ve are better off like zhat.And one day,when I have finished highschool,I've enroled into army.Thanks to your uncle Feliciano,I vas able to confess before leaving.I still remember your mutti's tear stained face,hiccuping and telling me that I better come back home alive or else she would have married uncle Lovino!" a deep bass chuckle escaped the male's throat.
"But vhat vas even more precious vas the Christmas Eve vhen I came back home,as promissed.Because your mama has vaited for me and even if outside vas cold as it never vas,she came to velcome me.Zhat's vhy ve stay more together when Christmas is almost here." the German ended,tightening his grip onto the delicate hand of the female.
"And then you got married and I was born.Good thing you came back home, papi!I wouldn't have liked uncle Lovino to be mein papi!" the blonde boy sighed in relief causing the two adults to glance at eachother and burst into laughter.
"I'm going to ask Santa to be nice to uncle Feliciano and to give him my present for the next year!" (Boy's Name) said as he hopped off his father's lap and dashed towards the kitchen - where always a plate of home made cookies and apple juice waited for him.
"Ich liebe dich, Süße!" Ludwig sighed contently,wrapping his fierce arms around the fragile form of his lover.
"Ich liebe dich auch, Schatz! " (Name) responded,pecking her husband's lips.
"We better get ready!The boys will come for lunch!" the female sugested,at which the German male protested through a grunt.
"I don't like vhen Lovino comes.He swears way too much,for Gott's sake!" Ludwig practically growled,getting all protective over his family - and for his 5 year old son's education.
It was enough that the blue eyed boy inherited the 'taken vital regions' from his ruby red eyed uncle,the German thought.
A kiss was shared between the two before they made their way to the kitchen in order to join their son.

'Fröhliche Weihnachten!' ~
‘Fröhliche Weihnachten’ (German) = ‘Merry Christmas’
‘vatti’* (German) = ‘daddy’ -> 'papi'
‘mutti’* (German) = ‘mommy’ -> 'mami'
‘Guten Morgen’ (German) = ‘Good morning’
‘liebe’* (German) = ‘love’ -> 'liebes'
‘bruder’ (German) = ‘brother’
‘mein’ (German) = ‘my’
‘Ich liebe dich’ (German) = ‘I love you’
‘Süße’ (German) = ‘sweety’
‘Ich liebe dich auch’ (German) = ‘I love you too’
‘Schatz’ (German) = ‘treasure’
‘Gott’ (German) = ‘God’

Ludwig – Germany
Gilbert – Prussia
Feliciano – Italy Veneciano
Lovino – Italy Romano
You – You

I own nothing but the plot line!~

Just a little drabble which came to my mind for today.My grandmother told me the story of someone who was close to her and had a similar story,but I`ve edited it a little,because it was quite depressing.And I thought since it was about wars and stuff,it would fit Germany.
Either way,enjoy!~ Love,Suu!~

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Edit 1 : Special thanks to :iconleichenpuppe: for pointing that instead of ‘vatti’ I could use ‘papi’ and instead of ‘mutti’,’mami’,because no one uses them anymore.Also,instead of ‘liebe’,which is the form of love as a noun and it expresses the feeling,I should have used ‘liebes’ when addressing as a endearment form.
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~Up she goes~

'Sequel to 'White Christmas' - Husband!England X Wife!Reader from 'All I want for Christmas' series'

'Up she goes,up,up,/I want to reach her,but it's hard/She's being like the best of me/She's reaching for eternity/I guess that's why I can't reach her/Because she's growing and I can't soar.'.

The female brushed her (h/c) hair with small movements,the action itself soothening her.Of course it was quite hard to hide such a thing - in a way,she felt egoistical to keep it just for herself and Arthur - but her major fear was how his family was to react.
Sighing inwardly,the female placed the hairbrush onto the small wooden table in front of the mirror,glacing once more at her reflection - she had grown unnecessarly tired and her belly proeminent,anouncing she had to speak up already.
Seeing his wife lost into her thoughts,the Brit enveloped her into a warm hug,placing his hand against her baby bump - small,but still there.
"I don't know how am I supposed to go on lying!I feel so bad for doing it!" the (h/c) spoke,feeling the male's breath delicately caress her skin.
"You are getting overworked love and this is not good for the baby!Just relax!"  Arthur whispered,his tone warm,as his hands went to the female's shoulders,massaging them lightly.
A satisfied sigh escaped the (h/c)'s glossy lips,her stiffened shoulders dropping as the blonde's hands continued working on the aching spot,seemingly draining all the worries she previously had and replacing them with security.
"What about we go and eat something?" Arthur's lips stretched into a smile as he proposed that.
The female nodded in approval,putting on the red and blue sweater over the black leggings which was way too large for her - but at least it hid her swollen belly and it was comfortable enough to walk around.
Snaking her arm around the Brit's,they went down the stairs and straight into the living room where Mrs.Kirkland prepared everything so that all the family could gather for breakfast.
"Good morning sweety!" the elder female greeted,urging both of them to take a seat.
"Good morning Mrs.Kirkland!" (Name) responded in a sweet manner,taking her seat next to her husband - which he provided by pulling the chair for her.
"Seamus,Allistor,Peter,Alfred,Dylan,Liam!Breakfast!" Elizabeth called after them,hearing several pairs of feet catching speed.
"What about Mr.Kirkland?" the (h/c) asked,not hearing the elder's male name being called.
"Joseph had some business to do!He'll be home by lunch honey,don't fret about it!" the English female answered,gaining a small nod.
Well,she might as well delay a little bit the discussion - until lunch time - or dinner.Pr maybe tomorrow.Next year maybe,when the baby was already born?
(Name) felt her confidence growing weak,as well as her will to speak about it.The warmth of the Brit's male hand above hers brought a little bit of reassurance to the female's soul.
"Dylan,will ye' give me the bread?" the red haired requested,receiving a cocky look from his younger sibling.
"Will ye' give me the bread?" the called boy mocked,gaining a row of laughs from the others.
"Stop that in this instant boy!Your brother has asked you nicely and you act like that!Give him the bread!" the blonde female interrupted the bickering,her eyebrows furrowed together.
"Yes ma'am!" Dylan gave in,obediently following his mother's order.
Allistor's face morphed into a satisfied smirk,as the younger teenager handed him the bread,the other siblings laughing now at the younger's humiliated manner of listening to his mother's word.
"(Name) sweety,you look quite pale!Is everything allright?" Elizabeth asked the (h/c),all the eyes placed upon her small form now.
"Uum... You see ma'am.." she started,feeling her throat getting dried,her palms grow sweaty and that vomit feeling reach its peak.
"Mama,stop bothering (Name)!Arthur has already told us she wasn't feeling very well!" the youngest spoke,playing with the vegetables in his plate,only to put them at the edge in disgust.
"Peter Kirkland,when you'll grow enough and you'll have your own family,I shall ask you about your spouse!Now shut up and let the adults speak!" the English female impatiently drum her fingers onto the table,gaining a small squeak from the called one and a frenetical nod.
"Though ma' is right!Something seems off with ye álainn!" Seamus's jade eyes were once again pointed to the female's form as he spoke.
"God damn it!" (Name) said under her breath.
"Your mother is right!I am not fine.I am feeling sick and in this moment I don't feel like eating.I wished Mr.Kirkland was here too,so I can tell it once for everyone!I am pregnant,deal with it!" the (h/c) breathed all once,the whispers and bickering dying down.
Peter's fork slipped out of his hand,falling with a prelonged thud onto the table,Elizabeth's frown dropped,while the others just stood there,mouth agape.
"Arther got laid!" Allistor broke the unnerving silence,his bass laugh echoing through the large Victorian mansion.
"Bloody hell!That's all you can tell,you alcohoolic brat?!" Arthur protested at his brother's outburst,planting his fists onto the table.
"Well,seems like big brother..." Liam started.
"... took (Name) to a tour around London and ... " Seamus completed his twin's sentence.
"... visited Big Ben!" the two of them ended,bursted into contagious laugh,causing Arthur to facepalm.
"Why are you all being so rude,you gits?" the Brit sighed,rubbing his temples in a soothing manner.
"Man,that's awesome!You'll have a little dude!" Alfred pumped his fist into the air,his cyan blue eyes sparkling in excitement.
"No Alfred,no!Dude is not a neutral noun.The baby might as well be a girl!" the green eyed male explained.
"Oh,yeah!Or the little dudette!" the American boy laughed,posing heroically.
"You know?I'm quite happy I'm part of the family.Because you guys are hillarious!" (Name) laughed,wiping a tear which threatened to fall from the edge of her eye.
"Do you feel better love?" Arthur asked,a small smile placed upon his lips as he looked down at her.
"Positive!I feel more at ease now to see the guys are happy about it!" the (h/c) tucked a strand of locks behind her ear,sunking deeper into the chair.
"Arthur Kirkland boy!How could you keep that away from your ma'?" Elizabeth interrupted,crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm sorry about that!It's actually my fault!I wanted to be sure we really were going to be parents then I started to worry that you won't like the notice!" (Name) explained,seeing how the elder female's features morphed,slowly turning soft and warm.
"Now... You need to eat sweety!The baby surely is hungry.And you boys,stop mocking your brother!" the English female requested,at which everyone nodded their heads in approval.
"Still,I can believe Arthur ... " Dylan started laughing,making suggestive signs with his hands.
"Don't mind them honey!It will pass some time before they will grow up and act mature." the (h/c) reassured the blonde,sweetly smiling at him.
"I guess you are right love!" Arthur responded,taking the female's small hand into his and kissing gingerly the back of her palm.
Bending to her height,the Brit stole a kiss,hearing the cheering and wolf whistle sounds in the background - but he didn't care as long as (Name) was there for him,because he seemingly was lost into her beautiful (e/c) eyes.
'I love you!~'.
'I love you too,(Name)!'.

'Though sometimes she looks down at me/And I can see her smile broadly/Then I remember how lucky I am to have her/Because up she goes,up she goes,up she goes...'.
Arthur Kirkland – England
Dylan Kirkland – Wales
Liam Kirkland - South Ireland
Seamus Kirkland - North Ireland
Peter Kirkland - Sealand
Allistor Kirkland – Scotland
Alfred F.Jones – America © Hetalia,Hidekaz Himaruya
Elizabeth and Joseph Kirkland – OCs
You – You


‘álainn’ (Irish) = ‘beautiful’

Story: © VanillaSuu,2013
Lyrics: © VanillaSuu

Well,I know I`ve promised doing this a long time ago. But finally,I remembered and did. Sorry for the long wait. -.-
Still,I hope you enjoy it!~ Love,Suu!~

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~С Рождеством~

*Daddy!Russia X Mommy!Reader X Male!Child!Belarus X Male!Child!Ukraine*

'Drabble #21 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'

"What?You've got to be kidding Ivan!" (Name) spoke at one end of the phone,rubbing her temple in soothing circles,which became more like a dig in her skull.
"I'm sorry,sunflower!I really am.But I'm quite caught..." the Russian male tried to explain,his tone unusual apologetical,a heaved sigh coming soon after.
"Look...I've got to end the call.I'll try my best,but most likely I won't be able to get home in time!" he continued,his voice full of guilt.
Not actually waiting for an answer,the phone went with an annoying beep,announcing the call was over.
(Name) felt tears spring in her beautiful (e/c) eyes as she actually realized one thing: her husband and the dad of her kids couldn't come home from Christmas because of snow.
The female remembered now why she hated snow that much.Because she was more of a sun person,the pure warm rays helping her beloved flowers grow.And if she wasn't to live in a land where it was ridiculously cold and it snowed,her husband would have been home for Christmas.
"Mama,isn't papa coming home?" the female's 5 years old daughter asked,clinging onto her (f/c) dress material,wrinkling it.
The girl had curious,glimmering liliach eyes like her father.She was a cute feminine version of his,thing which brought so much joy in both her parent's soul.
(Name) bit down on her lower lip,not wanting to ruin her daughter's happy mood.But there wasn't any other option,as the little girl seemed to notice when her mom was lying to her.
"I'm sorry baby!I think papa won't make it home today!" the female bent down in order to be the same height as her daughter.
The pretty liliach orbs immediatly darkened,the girl's vision blurred as tears gathered into her glass eyes.She nervously stomped her feet onto the marble floor,obviously flustred by what she had heard.
The infant threw herself in her mother's arms,sobbing in her chest quietly,as the female cooed,patting the long curly blonde locks of the girl.
"Please,(Daughter's Name)!Don't upset mama!" (Name) pleaded,feeling her interior tear as she couldn't do anything but promise - promise a thing she couldn't accomplish herself.
The female picked her infant,cradling her into her arms,as she watched the outside world through the snow stained windows,the glass of them the transparent canvas where flakes complex forms drew patterns.
The horizon line was far from the sight,the ocean of white enveloping the Russian capital.Sometimes the wind blew furiously,throwing piles of snow onto the freshly cleaned path from the entrance to the Braginski mansion to the front door.
"Are you worried about big brother?" Nikolai's voice came,his purple orbs dancing in distress into the orbits.
"Don't worry,big sister (Name),he is just fine,I'm sure!" Dmitri spoke in a soft voice,a small smile playing onto his pale features.
(Name) smiled to both young boys,ruffling the Bielorussian's platinum hair in the process,not receiving a growl as he used to.
"What about you three go and unpack presents?Time will pass by faster and I will be able to see if the cookies are baked!" the female proposed as she placed her daughter with care onto the floor,all of them brightening and runing off to the tall everlasting green tree.
While the children ripped off the Christmas themed sheet,(Name) took out of the oven the last batch of cookies,placing them somewhere high,where the kids couldn't reach them,so that accidents were avoided as the sweet treats cooled off.
With a sigh,she placed the last ginger cookie onto the white porcelain plate,some of the shapes being a sunflower,decorated by her daughter in bright yellow and brown sprinkles.
(Name) smiled to herself,heading towards where she had previously left the three of them,hope pulsing through her delicate veins,as she could hear her heart roar in her ears.
Placing the plate onto the glass table,the female heard the front door open shortly and close soon after,as if wind opened it and closed it by its forces.
Her eyes widened in surprise when in the frame of the living room door appeared him - in his tan coat,his cheeks red from the pinch of the frozen winds like small needles in his pale flesh,some snowflakes caught in his blonde hair which glimmered with a silvery tint in the dim light,his lips wind kissed - but his liliach orbs glimmered in happiness,as every single time he got home to his family.
"Ivan!" (Name) squeaked,throwing herself at her Russian husband,embracing him even if his clothes were freezingly cold and she was only in a thin mid lenght dress.
"Don't cry sunflower,da?I made it home for you and my precious (Daughter's Name)!" the purple eyed male smiled softly,wiping a tear which threatened to fall his wife's beautiful eyes.
"B-But how?I thought you were caught in the airport because of the weather!" (Name) protested,refusing to tear up once again.
She knew how vulnerable the Russian male felt when she was crying,not knowing if a thing would cheer her up or make her situation worse.
"Some snow can't stay in my way home!I wanted to be with my family for Christmas!" he explained,embracing closely the female's fragile body.
(Name) gave him a gentle smile,that warm and breath taking one with which he had fallen in love.Because the female's smile reminded the powerful nation of a perfect summer day,neither too cold,nor too hot,in which he could stay in a sunflower field and watch the clouds pass by.
That was the way he and (Name) spent their time when they were younger,pointing certains strange shaped clouds and laughing how sitting on the healthy brown humid soil made the flowers look so tall and themselves so small compared to them.
"Я люблю тебя,(Name)!" Ivan spoke up as he caught some (h/c) locks into his large hand,watching their colour change under the glimmering of the tree instalation.
"Я тоже тебя люблю,Ivan!" (Name) responded in a honeyed tone,her melodical voice making the male's eyes grow tired as it was soothing as a lullaby.
The female placed her petite hands into her husband's larger ones for support,as she got onto the tips of her toes to get at least to his chest and make him get the hint - which he did and met her halfway,placing his wind bitten lips onto her soft and warm ones.
The kiss was gentle and loving,a second of bliss requesting another,so that the feeling kept together their lips pressed one to another for quite a period of time before both parted for air,the same silly smile painted onto their mouths.
In the background (Daughter's Name) gasped at her father's sight,getting up as fast as possible to greet the male,shortly followed by the Bielorussian and the Ukraienian boys.
Ivan chuckled to himself as his daughter clinged onto his pants,knowing that the moment of peace was over and that the silence was to settle upon the large mansion only when the three infants were to go to sleep - and only then he would be able to hear his wife's almost inaudible breathing,caress her soft (h/c) locks and kiss her warm,plesantly smelling skin which always lingered onto his own,invading his nostrils.
The wind still blew cold,roaring at the corners of the building,snowflakes brought into a dizzy and unorganized dance in spiral,but the warmth of the house was welcoming and sweet flavoured.

'С Рождеством Христовым!~'
Ivan Braginski – Russia
Nikolai – Male!Belarus
Dmitri – Male!Ukraine
You – You

Translations :

‘С Рождеством Христовым’ (Russian) = ‘Merry Christmas’
‘Я люблю тебя’ (Russian) = ‘I love you’
‘Я тоже тебя люблю’ (Russian) = ‘I love you too’

I randomly picked a character and this time Ivan was the first one to cross my mind.I remembered how once my dad was almost to miss Christmas with my mom,my little brother and me because he had a business trip which had to be done before the winter holidays.
Fortunately,he got just in time and well,I thought that the situation fitted for the Russian.
I hope you enjoy!~ Love,Suu!~

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"Can I please have; five shortbread biscuits, two caramel tarts, a piece of chocolate cake, and three pieces of caramel slice," You thought about the order, "wait!  An orange juice as well pleases Pam."

Your boss looked at you in disbelief, "How can you eat that much food! You know your husband going to be shocked." Before going on a lengthy leave you work in a small cafe in the middle of your towns' shopping centre. Pam, you're boss, always treated you well.
"Well it's a reason not to eat my brother's food" You both shared a laugh, your older brother; Arthur, was well known for his horrible cooking skills or British delicacies as he called them. At least for Arthur your brother Alfred still lives with him and he has no sense of taste either.

"Do you need a lift home, (Name)" Pam asks.

"No I'm fine; I'm actually here with Gilbert believe it or not. We were actually doing the shopping and he forced me to come here to sit down." Your hands travel down to your swollen abdomen, your hands graze gently over your pregnant belly. "He has become very protective lately. You do now we've chosen him as godfather. But we're keeping it a surprise." Pam gives a little smirk she know Gil quite well, knows what he like. "OH! That's right I came here to get Gilbert a milkshake! Do you think you could and a strawberry milkshake to the order please?"

"Of course anything for you (Name)." Pam walks off to complete your long order. Today you had to go to the doctors for a check-up on the 'baby', you found out that you were actually having triplets, all three perfectly healthy but the news shocked you. Everyone would think that the first person you would tell would be your husband. But it was Gilbert (he was at the appointment with you waiting outside) thats who you went to first; you went to Gilbert and just hugged him for a solid 20 minutes.

"The Awesome I am back! Und the shopping is done!" Gilbert smirks with pride this is possibly the only time he has ever done any type of work without being told to do it.  Gilbert takes a seat across from you "have you told mein bruder yet?"

You push your (H/L) (H/C) hair out of your face "No not yet Gil, when we get back home." Pam comes across to you and Gilbert.
"Here you are (Name), and a strawberry milkshake for Gilbert." She hands over your plastic bag full of treats – mostly caramel – and hands Gilbert his strawberry milkshake.

"Wow (Name) are you going share some of those with me?" You turn a give Gilbert an evil death stare, one that mimics Russia's dark aura, and he backs off instantaneously.

"Thanks Pam, see you in a couple of days" Pam gets back to work in the cafe, as Gilbert gently helps you to your feet making sure that you don't fall. You and Gilbert head to the car and set off towards home.


"Ludvig, ve're home!" Gilbert screamed as he walked through the door. Instead of Ludwig coming down the hall you were greeted by, or more like tackled by Feliciano.

"Ve (Name) I don't want to run anymore laps!" The Italian tightly hugs your stomach. Fearing one of Feliciano's bone breaking hug you started to panic, though Gilbert was already grappling to get him off you, as you said he had become very protective of you. Feli's arms are no wrapped around Gilbert's torso, still begging to stop training as he drags his feet not bothering to walk with Gilbert down the hall. Ludwig's walking towards you now passing Gilbert on the way thanking him for looking after Feliciano.

"Ja, vhatever" Gilbert response.

"Hallo, honey" Ludwig Beilschmidt, your husband of a now two years. He wraps his strong arms around you gently so that it doesn't hurt his 'baby' sharing his warmth with you, you melt into the hug. He kisses you on the cheek. "Und sorry again for missing the doctor's appointment today."

"It's alright Ludwig; I know how busy you can get."

"Gilbert's helping me at the moment und its strange, he's been getting up to train in the mornings with me and cleaning und I don't think it's going to last, but its gut, it takes some of the stress off looking after Germany. I think he misses his job after he lost Prussia." A saddened smile grows on Ludwig's face. "I'll get the shopping from the car." Ludwig lightly kisses you on the cheek and heads towards the front door. You 'waddle' to the kitchen and sit down at the large wood table.

Gilbert comes in with two bags of shopping and starts chucking things into the cupboards. Ludwig is sure to have a break-down over that one.

"Have you told him yet (Name)?" The silence you gave him was the only answer he needed."You need to tell him tonight."

"I will Gilbert, just not strait away."


Dinner was awkward. You sat on one of the ends of the table – Gilbert opposite you, all afternoon he was trying to get you to tell Ludwig but you were saving it for when you were alone. Kiku sat to your right quite as always, Ludwig was to your left constantly inquiring about why you're not eating much wurst, and finally was Feliciano sitting in-between Ludwig and Gilbert whining about how you wouldn't eat his pasta.
You put your knife and fork neatly on your plate.
"Sorry guys, but I need to get to bed early tonight. Goodnight." Everyone gave you a cheery goodnight, "see you in bed honey." You leant over to Ludwig and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"You sure you're all right? You haven't eaten much tonight and you need to keep the nutrient levels up." His face shows an expression of worry.

"I'm fine; I'll see you in a while." You stood up and headed to yours and Ludwig's room.
'When he comes to bed then I'll tell him' you thought to yourself.

You get changed into some warm and comfy pyjamas, brushed your teeth and hopped into the large king size bed. You lie in bed waiting for Ludwig. In your head you think of all the reactions he might have: Very Happy is what you hoped for but it could easily be shocked or anger for not telling him sooner. You dismissed the last one; the doctor's appointment was only today. The door opens silently and Ludwig soundlessly steps in he closes the door with you to his back.

"Ludwig darling" You say.

He spins around and smiles brightly at you "sorry I thought you vere asleep".

"No I waited, I have something to tell you" you swing your legs over the side of the bed to stand up but Ludwig is already there in front of you.

"No need to get up liebste" his words are full of kindness; he gently retches out and places a hand just under your shirt so that he could rub your stomach. "Now what were you going to say?"

"Well at the doctor's today..." Bump, one of the babies kicked right where Ludwig's hand was in the middle of your stomach.

"Honey! It's kicking!" His face was in pure shock and happiness at that moment. You were over the moon with joy but you had to tell him about the triplets, now.

"Just hear me out" Bump. This time it was just to the right, nothing making it suspicious.
Ludwig's hand starts moving around your stomach. You had only seen him smile this much before on a few occasions. His hand moves over to the far left of your stomach.

"Ludwig. We're having triplets!" You say out loud not letting another thing stop you. His face turns to confusion not quite understanding what you had just said that is until another small kick it the far left of your stomach where his hand rests. He rises from the ground and takes a step back. The connection and warmth disappearing with his hand. You face down not wanting to look at his face; was he happy or upset? But why would he be upset? All these idea and thoughts raced through your head rapidly. But was broken by your husband's words.

"(Name) that's... that's." You raise your head just to see the shock and happiness in his face before he drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Fainted.

He lay there motionless on the wooden floor. You didn't know what to do; there was someone who could help though. "GILBERT!" GIL I NEED YOUR HELP!" Within seconds you could hear feet running down the hall towards your room. The feet get louder until the door swings open to reveal Gilbert-the mighty personification of the 'awesome' Prussia – in a pair of Austrian flag boxes on. You giggle in your head. Your eyes moved across the room the Ludwig. "Ludwig...well".

Gilbert follows your gaze and when he retches Ludwig and realises what happen he starts laughing
"KESESESE~ (Name) I wasn't expecting that! For a man who has been in heaps of wars he sure is weak!"

"Gil! Can you just get him on the bed - we can leave him on the floor!"

"JA, okay (Name)." After great difficult Gilbert was finally able to half carry, half drag Ludwig to the bed.  You look to your husband obvious to the world around him, a sad smile appears on your face his warmth so distant from you. Gilbert noticed this "(Name) would you like me to sleep with you tonight?" The offer was strange 'what is he saying!' you thought to yourself, your head spun up to look at Gilbert's ruby eyes. All you could see in face was care and worry, his ever-present smirk nowhere to be seen. He obviously understood what you were feeling. Small tears formed in the corner of your eyes.

"Yes Gil that would be great." You relied with a small smile. Gilbert moved over to the side Ludwig was on and gently tugged him over more to the side, and then came back to where you sat on the edge. He lent down and gave you a hug.

"You're an awesome Frau (Name) und I know Ludvig will very happy vhen he vakes up so don't vorry." He let go and climbed into the middle of the bed, as it was King size there was no problem of space but Gilbert still went closer to Ludwig to give you more. He was always this kind to you when you two were alone – always dropping his over-the-top 'awesome' personality.

"Did you know (Name) one of my siblings was albino as well, Germania had a very strong gene und maybe he passed it to Ludwig! Kesesese that would be awesome!" now the smirk comes back
"Gute Nacht (Name)".
"Good night Gilbert" you reach over a lightly hold his hand. You see his face set into a small smile before you turn the light off. 'Everything will be fine in the morning' you thought to yourself before you drifted off to sleep.
My first Reader X Hetalia.

I would like to do a couple more chapters only if people actually read it.

I know Gilbert is really out of character but he's my favourite character and I don't like to write him in a negative way. Any way he is a really caring uncle
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You sat comfortably on the couch, reading a book that you had started a few days ago. As you read, you ran a hand along the curve of your belly, letting the life inside of you know you cared. There was a light push against your hand from a foot. You giggled while placing the book down on the couch. "Hello to you, too, little one," you spoke to the baby softly.

Since Ludwig found out you were pregnant this past Christmas, he made sure that you and the baby were taken care of. If he saw you tire throughout the day, he'd coax you to the couch so you could rest. He'd talk to the baby while the two of you relaxed in the evenings, lightly stroking your belly. The way he lit up and chuckled as the baby kicked his hand made you giggle. You could tell already Ludwig was going to be a great father.

At the beginning of May, you and Ludwig went to your last doctor's appointment. You were told the baby was healthy and to expect to deliver on your due date in two weeks. You steadily grew nervous about it the closer it came. The anticipation of finding out if it was a boy or a girl only added to your nerves. At Ludwig's insistence, you were doing this the old fashioned way.

You heard the front door open. A set of keys clinked as they were hung on their hook. "(y/n)?" Ludwig called from the hallway. "Are you home?"

"I'm over here!" you replied from the living room. You marked your place in your book and set it on the coffee table. Ludwig walked in the room with a tired smile. He sat next to you on the couch, placing his briefcase next to your book. "How was your day?" you asked him.

"It vas gut, yet I vanted to be home vizh you two," your husband said while he draped an arm behind your shoulders. "You vere in my zhoughts all day." He placed a hand on your round belly.

You chuckled at his comment. "I am glad you're home. Oh! I think I finally decided on names for the baby."

Ludwig's smile gained a warm glow. "Vunderbar! Vhich vones do you like?" He drew you closer to him.

"Well," you said as you shifted to accommodate his desire, "I like Liesel for a girl. And for a boy, I chose Dieter."

"Liesel is a pretty name," Ludwig agreed. "Dieter is a good, strong name, too. I like bozh of zhem." He pecked your temple. "All zhat's left is to vait for zhe baby to come."

You looked up at Ludwig. "Do you still think it will be a boy?"

Ludwig's smile turned into a smirk. "I don't zhink it, (y/n). I know it." He stroked your belly, getting a kick in return. "Ve're having a boy."

Before you knew it, the two weeks flew by. On the day before your due date, you started feeling some contractions. They weren't that painful, and were a significant distance apart. The doctor told you that would happen, and to not worry. It meant that labor wouldn't be too far behind. When you told Ludwig, he called in work and told him he wouldn't be coming in tomorrow, just in case you went into labor. It was a good thing, too. Your water broke early the following morning.

Ludwig held your hand while he drove you to the hospital. Every time you had a contraction and winced in pain, he wished he could do more to ease it. He drove fast, yet didn't break any laws to get you there safely.

When you checked in the hospital, the doctor and nurses gave Ludwig the option of staying with you or waiting in the lobby. He chose to be with you. He'd seen far worse things in his lifetime, and the delivery of his first child wasn't something he wanted to miss. Ludwig held your hand and comforted you the best he could throughout the delivery. Three hours later, you gave birth to a baby boy.

The next afternoon, you and Ludwig brought Dieter home. The feeling you and Ludwig shared as you took turns holding your son was indescribable. When night fell, Ludwig held Dieter in his strong, protecting arms. He gently stroked his thick blond hair, saying sweet things in German to the baby. The sounds Dieter made in response to him warmed your heart.

Ludwig kissed Dieter's cheek before placing him in the crib beside your bed. "Sleep vell, son," he said softly. You walked up behind him, stroking his back as he ran a finger along the side of Dieter's face. Ludwig sniffed and cleared his throat, a sign you knew well.

"Are you alright?" you asked concerned.

"Ja, Lieb. I'm fine," Ludwig assured you. He turned to face you, placing one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek. "It's just . . . I realized how lucky I am to have you und Dieter. You have no idea how happy I am."

You gave Ludwig a smile. "I do know, just from a different point of view."

The kiss you and Ludwig shared was the most tender and heartfelt one you've ever had. You drew him to bed and settled in for the night. Ludwig snuggled you from behind, wrapping an arm around you. "Good night, Vatti," you teased lightly.

Ludwig chuckled and nipped at your ear in response. "Guten nacht, Mutti," he replied.

The two of you got a few hours of sleep before a little cry woke you up.
Here is the sequel to "A Christmas Surprise". I know I sound like a broken record here, but I did my best to remember the words I used before and how the original story flowed. Do take note again: I got a request for a story after this one last year, too. I'll be putting it up next week. Nobility is needing my attention. XD

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A cool, inviting spring breeze whispered its way through the open kitchen window. On the table sat a wicker picnic basket, along with sandwiches, a bag of potato chips, and a few other side dishes for the afternoon outing. You were gathering paper plates and utensils while Ludwig washed the dishes.

From the living room, you heard adorable baby giggles and a familiar laugh. You looked over your shoulder, sneaking a peek at Gilbert playing with your eleven month old son. The Prussian grinned while he attacked his nephew with a small, soft plushy version of Berlitz. Dieter squirmed away and reached for a flying yellow bird that stole his attention, calling out to it in his sweet way. The sight made you smile. With a soft chuckle you started packing the basket.

"Gilbert's going to spoil him," Ludwig brought to your attention as he rinsed off the last dish. "Every time he visits he brings Dieter a new toy."

You giggled. "I see nothing wrong with that. As long as it's stopped by the time Dieter's two, it won't be a problem." You continued stacking the items so all of them will fit.

"Good luck vizh zhat, (y/n)," Ludwig grunted. He turned off the water and placed the bowl on the drying rack. "Gil's a stubborn vone."

"So is someone else I know," you replied cheekily, smirking to yourself. "You were reluctant to say yes to the picnic."

A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind. "I really vas vorried about Dieter. I don't vant him catching a cold."

You turned around and gave your husband a smile. "Like I said earlier, as long as he wears his jacket, he'll be fine."

Ludwig returned your smile. "Alright." He leaned forward to give you a kiss. You wrapped your arms around Ludwig as he tightened his hold on you. Your soft hums were heard in the living room.

"Hey, lovebirds! Are ve going on zhis picnic or not?" Gilbert's voice asked.

Ludwig groaned as he ended the kiss. "Ja, Gilbert. I'm helping (y/n) pack zhe basket."

"It sounded like somezhing else to me!"

You giggled as Ludwig rolled his eyes and packed the rest of the items. "Hey, Gil, could you put Dieter's jacket and shoes on?"

"Sure!" came the cheerful reply.

"And make sure that the drinks are packed in a cooler."

"I took care of zhat already. Zhe cooler's in Vest's trunk."

You and Ludwig exited the kitchen with the basket. While Ludwig packed it in his BMW, you helped Gilbert with Dieter's shoes and diaper bag. "I sure hope you only packed two bottles of beer," you reminded your brother in law.

"I did, (y/n). Trust me." Gilbert's genuine smile eased that worry.

You ruffled Gilbert's white hair affectionately. "Thank you."

He grinned and chuckled. "You're velcome." Gilbert placed Dieter in his car seat while you carried the diaper bag and the blanket.

The three of you walked outside to see Ludwig coming around the corner with Berlitz and Aster. The dogs' tails were wagging and they barked excitedly at the idea of an outing. Blackie had to stay home because of the lack of room in the car. You made a mental note to buy a mini SUV so you could bring all the dogs.

The drive to the park was amusing. Berlitz and Aster sat by the windows, sticking their heads out. Gilbert sat squished next to Dieter, who rattled one of his plastic toys and put it in his mouth. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

Ludwig and the dogs lead the way as you walked towards a tree that provided a lot of shade. Gilbert laid out the blanket while Ludwig tied up Berlitz and Aster to the tree. You took Dieter out of his car seat and placed him on the blanket next to you. Gilbert planted himself against the tree and sighed, leaning back with a smile. Ludwig was about to sit down when Berlitz yipped sadly at him. The Hovawart was on his fore paws, staring expectantly at Ludwig. With a moan Ludwig reached for the Frisbee and let Berlitz loose. After walking a bit, he started throwing it for him to catch.

Aster felt left out and started barking and tugging at his leash. Gilbert chuckled and got to his feet. "Alright, I'll play vizh you," he said as he grabbed the tennis ball and headed towards his brother, chucking the ball. Aster took off after it. You and Dieter watched from the blanket with Gilbird.

When they came back fifteen minutes later, the dogs were tired and curled up for a nap in the shade. The three of you ate lunch and talked, catching up on what's been happening with your friends. Before long, Dieter was taking a nap. You, Ludwig and Gilbert made plans for his one year birthday next month.

Once Dieter woke up, you took him on a walk, letting him play in the grass. Ludwig watched you and the miniature version of himself with a loving smile.

"You really need to do zhis vizh (y/n) and Dieter more often," Gilbert suggested. "He's not going to be little forever." You now knelt beside a standing Dieter, who held on to your fingers. You took his tiny hand and waved at Ludwig and Gilbert. They waved back.

"You're right, bruder. He's growing up so fast," Ludwig said sadly. "I don't vant him to." He continued to watch you and his son while Gilbert closed his eyes for a nap.

You helped Dieter walk back and forth for a bit. He had been wanting to stand and walk for a while now, taking two steps before falling. Now he just wanted to go. You turned Dieter towards the blanket. Ludwig's smile was all it took. With a happy squeal, Dieter let go of your hands and began walking on his own towards his dad. You and Ludwig stared at him, stunned. He elbowed his brother. "Gil."

"Vhat?" came the grunt of a reply.

"Look," Ludwig whispered. The groggy Prussian opened his eyes with a squint. They widened as he took in the sight.

"No vay!" he whispered back.

Ludwig got to his knees and held out his arms. With a grin he wiggled his fingers to beacon his son towards him. "Come on, Dieter. Come to Vatti."

Gilbird wanted to fly around Dieter and encourage him, but Gilbert kept him planted on his shoulder. He quickly reached for his phone to record Dieter's first steps.

Dieter walked quite a ways before his feet got tangled up with the edge of the blanket, causing him to fall. Ludwig caught him in his arms with bright laughter. He held him close and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"He did it, Ludwig!" you cheered as you hurried over to your family. You knelt beside Ludwig and hugged him.

Gilbert ended the video so he could tousle Dieter's blond locks, grinning at his nephew. "Vay to go, Dieter!" he cheered.

All of the attention scared Dieter a bit. He whimpered and buried his face in Ludwig's shirt. "Aw!" the three of you harmonized.

You rested your head on Ludwig's shoulder as you peeked in at Dieter. His bright blue eyes smiled as he snuggled his daddy. Your heart saddened at the thought of your baby growing up so fast; but at the same time, it was full of joy with what Dieter accomplished. Now you and Ludwig would have to keep up with him. That was going to be fun.
Here is the last continuation for "A Christmas Surprise". This story came easier than Nobility, so I decided to finish it before attacking Nobility again.


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It was Christmas Eve. You and your husband of seven months were on your way over to Alfred's house for a party that night. The backseat of Ludwig's BMW had the presents and your duffle bag for the overnight stay. Both of you were looking forward to seeing your friends all together since your marriage.

You and Ludwig Beilschmidt were classmates in college. Both of you had crushes on the other. One day during fall semester, you ran into class late and the only seat left was next to him. There was an awkward moment between you two before Ludwig mustered up the courage to talk to you. Ever since that day, the two of you were joined at the hip. You married him at the end of May, not long after you graduated.

The drive to Alfred's house was a long one. You got slightly carsick and decided to close your eyes. Before you realized it, you were fast asleep. Ludwig glanced over at you periodically as he drove the two hour distance. Your frequent waves of tiredness worried him. "Ve're almost zhere, Liebling," he said to your sleeping form. He carefully took a hand from the steering wheel to hold yours.

You were roused from sleep when Ludwig parked the car in front of Alfred's house. "Oh, gut. You're avake." You looked over to see Ludwig smiling.

"I slept the entire time?" you asked with a yawn. You rubbed at your (e/c) eyes to rid them of sleep.

Ludwig nodded. "I zhought you slept gut last night," he recalled as he unbuckled his seat belt.

"I did, but I guess I needed a nap." You turned your head to give Ludwig an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry the drive was so quiet."

"It's alright, (y/n)," he assured you. "I'm glad zhat you vere able to rest." Ludwig placed a hand on your cheek and gave you a loving kiss. You hummed and smiled against his lips, which made him chuckle deeply.

A loud slap on the outside of the door made Ludwig shoot up, cursing in German. He turned around to glare at the grinning and laughing albino waving at him. Feliciano was next to him, waving enthusiastically as well. With a roll of the eyes, Ludwig unlocked his door and opened it. Feliciano glomped him once he had room to. The sight made you laugh.

"I'm not even out of zhe car!" Ludwig complained. "Get off of me!"

"No! I haven't-a seen you in months!" Feliciano said cheerfully. Gilbert hefted both of them out of the car, to your surprise.

"Ve've missed you, Vest!" Gilbert added as he squeezed him tightly.

"Ja, I've missed you too," Ludwig gasped. He patted their backs awkwardly. "Now--let me go."

You still giggled as you got out of the car. Elizaveta greeted you with a hug while Roderich walked up. Alfred came up behind him at a jog. With their help, you and Ludwig had the car emptied and entered Alfred's house.

After adding your gifts to the already huge pile under the Christmas tree, Alfred showed you and Ludwig to the room you'd be staying in. He told you that dinner would be ready in about an hour and to make yourselves at home. He closed the door behind him before hurrying back down to the kitchen. He didn't want Arthur to touch any of the food.

Your stomach did a small flip-flop. The beginnings of a headache weren't a good sign either. On impulse you placed a hand to your stomach. The fingers of your other hand made circles on your temple in an attempt to ease the headache and nausea. Ludwig walked over to you and sat you down on the bed. He dropped the duffle bag at the foot of it

"Are you alright, Lieb?" he asked with a hint of worry. His blue eyes reflected what he felt. "Are you ill?" He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

You gently removed his hand. "No, I'm not sick, Lud," you assured him. "I'm just light headed. A little food with chase it away."

Ludwig knew better. "No, it von't," he said, trying to keep his irritation down. "(y/n), you've been zhis vay for a vhile now. At least a monzh. Have you been to zhe doctor yet?"

You tried to keep the panic off your face. Ludwig was very good at reading your body language. You had no idea that he paid that much attention to you. This was going to be hard. "Yes, dear," you told him. "He said it's because of an allergy. Once I figure out what I'm allergic to and remove it from my diet, I should be fine."

"Und have you found it yet?" Ludwig raised an eyebrow at you.

"No, not yet." You felt your face betray you. The corner of Ludwig's mouth curled up in a smirk.

"So, it's somezhing else zhen?" he questioned as he pulled you closer to him. The playfulness in his eyes made your heart race. Ludwig had you right where he wanted you. He placed his mouth beside your ear. "I vonder vhat it could be?" he breathed in your ear.

You bit your bottom lip to keep from making a sound. "It just might be a stomach bug," you suggested quietly.

"Nein. You're not sick, remember?" Ludwig slowly breathed his way down your neck, wanting a reaction from you. This was one time you wished he didn't know your weak spots. His hands traveled down your sides to rest on your hips. The tips of his fingers danced across your lower abdomen. It took all of your control to keep from flinching away.

"I've noticed zhis too," your husband said as he made lazy circles around the slight bulge there. "Are you gaining veight, (y/n)?" He gave you a smirk.

"N-no I'm not!" you said as you pulled his hands away. You stood up in an attempt to leave, only to be pulled back down by Ludwig. He chuckled at your reaction.

"Zhen vhy are you so sensitive about it? You're not--" Ludwig stopped mid sentence. His mind quickly pieced together your emotions and reactions all at once. He added his observations over the past few months. You started feeling nauseous and lightheaded last month. The month before that you grew more tired. And that was when you last had your period.

You watched your husband's face display one emotion after another: shock, disbelief, acceptance and awe. Ludwig took your hand in his. "Are you really . . .?"

You stroked the back of his hand with your thumb. "I wanted to tell you tomorrow, kind of like a Christmas present."

"Und I ruined it," Ludwig said with a heavy sigh.

You laughed as you shook your head. "Honey, it's okay, really. I probably did a poor job of keeping it from you."

Your warm smile lifted Ludwig's spirits. "Actually, you did very vell," he chuckled. His smile mirrored your own as he placed a hand on your growing belly. "Zhis is real. I'm going to be a vatti."

"Yes you are." You covered his hand with one of yours.

"Ich liebe dich, (y/n)."

"Ich liebe dich auch, Ludwig," you echoed tenderly. Your husband placed his lips to yours, gingerly coaxing you down onto the bed as it became a passionate one.

There was a soft knock on the door. Ludwig stopped mid kiss with a groan, which made you chuckle. He hated interruptions. "Ja?" he called out. You quickly sat up.

The door to the bedroom opened to reveal Matthew. He smiled shyly. "Alfred sent me up to tell you dinner's ready."

"Thanks, Mattie," you said as you stood, drawing Ludwig with you. "Why don't we go together?"

After fixing the collar of Ludwig's white turtleneck sweater and your own on your sweater dress, the three of you went downstairs for dinner.

Once you had some food, you perked right up. It was exactly what you needed. When everyone finished, you made your way into the living room. As you sat down on the couch with Ludwig, you took in the decorations. There were some stockings hanging on the fireplace mantle. A welcoming fire warmed up the room. The Christmas tree reminded you of a candy cane with its red and white lights. Silver snowflakes of various sizes and designs hung on the branches, glittering in the soft glow.

Light conversation started among the guests. You looked around the room to see Ivan, Yao, Francis, Antonio, Kiku, and Arthur, as well as the people you greeted on your way inside. With a huge grin on his face, Alfred pulled out a game from behind his back. "Who's up for Catchphrase!"

There was an outburst from Lovino at the mention of the game. Ludwig wasn't looking forward to it either. Alfred ignored them and had everyone gather in a circle and split up into two teams. He made sure that couples didn't sit next to each other, to Ludwig's disappointment. You ended up on separate teams anyway. Elizaveta, Francis, Mattie, Alfred, Feliciano and Yao were your teammates. Ludwig had Arthur, Gil, Toni, Ivan, Lovino, Roderich, and Kiku on his team.

Since the electronic version of Catchphrase had the winning total of ten points, you played best two out of three. Each team won one round. The last one was a nail biter. The scores were tied. Your team had just scored your ninth point. Ludwig's team started the round, getting their word quickly and then passing it to yours. Your team got the next word thanks to Yao's hilarious explanation. Ludwig was still laughing when Alfred passed him the game. When his eyes fell on the word, his face went blank. His hand went to push the pass button when Gilbert stopped him.

"Nein, bruder! No passing!" he reminded him. "You have to describe it." The increased speed of the timer was getting to his teammates.

"I-I can't!" Ludwig shouted. "It's an awkvard one!"

"Do it anyway!" Lovino yelled back.

Ludwig stared at the word as his cheeks gained a dust of pink.

"It shouldn't be that bad," Ivan piped up.

"Just try!" added Arthur.

"Fine." Ludwig started to explain the word just as the timer stopped. There were groans of frustration and disappointment from his team as they lost the round.

You and your teammates whooped and cheered in victory.

"Vhat vas zhe vord, anyvay?" Gilbert muttered as he snatched the game from Ludwig. He read the word and gave his brother a baffled expression. "Seriously, Vest? You couldn't describe zhis vone?"

"Do it for him," Roderich suggested with a smile.

"Alright." Gilbert sat straight and cleared his throat. "Vhen a man und a voman have sex vizhout protection, zhe voman could get--"

"Pregnant!" Feliciano declared with gusto, even though he was on the other team. Everyone laughed, save one person in particular.

Ludwig groaned and ran his hands through his blond hair. Gilbert found his brother's reaction quite interesting. He bent over to look at him. "You're taking zhis razher seriously, bruder. Do you have somezhing to say?" Gilbert smirked.

"Nein," Ludwig muttered. "If I did, I vould have told you already." He locked eyes with you. His glare gradually stopped your laughter, but your smile stayed on your face.

'Sorry,' you mouthed to him. Ludwig's eyes softened and his lips turned up at the corners.

Gilbert watched the silent exchange. His suspicions grew. He looked to you with narrowed, cheeky eyes. "(y/n), could you stand up for a second?" Gilbert asked you, motioning with his hand.

You raised an eyebrow skeptically at your brother-in-law. Your glanced to Ludwig, whose facial expression warned you to stay put. "I have no reason to, Gilbert," you told him. "I am quite comfortable on the couch."

"Zhe dress you're vearing is quite nice. I'd like a better look at it." Gilbert quickly looked to Francis for help.

Francis glanced over at you. "It is very flattering, (y/n)," he added. "Please stand so we can see it."

Ludwig growled. "I don't see zhe point of zhis. You saw it earlier!"

"Oh, just stand up and do a little turn, (y/n)," Elizaveta said with a nod of her head.

With a blush you complied. You stood, walked towards the center of the room and did a small turn. Gilbert stood and watched you. His eyes took in every inch. "Alright, you can stop, but stay standing." He motioned for Francis and Toni to join him as they walked around you. Your blush deepened as you watched their eyes examine your body. The threesome huddled together, speaking in hushed tones. This angered Ludwig even more.

"I've had enough of zhis," Ludwig muttered as he got to his feet. "You are being ridiculous, Gilbert."

"I am not! Zhere is a purpose to zhis!" Gil defended with a pout. His little huddle broke as Toni and Francis stood on either side of him. "Und zhanks to Toni and Francis, I now know vhy you are so up tight." He grinned at Francis. "Vill you do zhe honors?"

"Of course.~" Francis said with a smile. He smirked at Ludwig as he walked up to you. Your husband remained tense and still, keeping an eye on Francis. Toni and Gil stood alert in case he lashed out.

"So, what's up?" Alfred asked, clearly confused. He wasn't the only one, either.

"I don't know if anyone else besides Gil noticed, but since zhat last round, Ludwig 'as been out of sorts. And it's because of zhe word 'e 'ad to describe." Francis circled behind you. "Look closely right 'ere." Francis' hands framed your lower abdomen. You felt your face heat up at the touch. "Zhere is a difference. I can assure you zhat zhis isn't added weight. It's somezhing else." He gave you a warm smile, which darkened the hue of your blush. "Somezhing precious."

It took less than five seconds before everyone realized what Francis meant. The room erupted in shouts of surprise. All who were sitting stood and went to you and Ludwig, giving their congratulations. Ludwig had slaps on the back and boyish nudges from the men around him, which made him flush in embarrassment. Feliciano happily hugged each of you in turn. You and Ludwig shared a relieved gaze. It was probably better for everyone to find out now instead of later.

Once all the excitement simmered, Roderich sat at the piano and played Christmas carols. Those who wanted to gathered around him and sang along. You and Ludwig stood by the fire. He had an arm around you, holding you protectively to him. Alfred stood on your other side.

"I swear, that was an unexpected--yet pleasant--surprise," Alfred said aloud.

"Don't you usually surprise each of us vizh somezhing every year?" Ludwig reminded Alfred.

Alfred shrugged. "Yeah, but I won't this year. Your surprise was much better than mine."
I wrote this last year. I know it's early, but I thought I should post it anyway. Again, because I don't have the original file, I wrote this from memory, which changed the story a bit. Perhaps more than a bit. . . 

PLEASE TAKE NOTE!: Last year I got requests for a sequel. I remember how I wrote it, and will post it soon.

Here's the link for the sequel:

Germany and all of the other characters belong to Hetalia.

The story belongs to me. :)

And for those who are wanting part 3 of Nobility, I hope this will tie you over until I get it done. XD

And please leave comments! Your feedback is appreciated.

11/28/13: I made some minor changes towards the end of the story. I feel they keep Germany in character, and make it not so ridiculous. 
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“MUTTI!” Tom ran downstairs and ran to his mother. Franz was laughing and holding up a pee soaked bed sheet. Tom looked miserable and was sobbing. ________ stared.

“Oh Tom, don’t tell me you had another one!”

“I-I’m sorry Mutti!” the little boy sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. ________ bent down and wiped her little cheeks.

“It’s okay dear. I know you didn’t mean to,”

“Kesesesese you’re going to have to wear a diaper again!” Franz laughed.

“Stop teasing your brother Franz!”

“But Mutti! Only babies wet the bed!”

“And suck their thumbs,” Franz stared.

“That’s different!”

“No, stop teasing your brother, he’ll grow out of it but until you’ve stop sucking your thumb, you have no right to tease him when he wets the bed. Now go play while I get Tom cleaned up,”

“Ja Mutti,” ________ sighs. Tom looked at her with violet ashamed eyes. She smiled and took him upstairs to get changed. She knew it was probably because he was nervous at night about something and Franz’s teasing was nothing making it any better. It was summertime and she knew because he’s was quiet and small, he was often overlooked by other kids.

“Are you okay dear?”

“Yes Mutti. Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not. Here, clean up while I make your bed,” Tom disappeared into the bathroom and emerged looking and feeling better only to be face to face with his Vati helping his Mutti with his bed.

“Not another accident Sohn,” Tom shrank when he saw his father. He’s always intimidated him in some way. He ruffled the boy’s head affectionately. Tom smiled.

“Yes but it getting better, at least it not every night,” said _________

“Ja, ja I know,”

“You’re really calm about this,”

“Gilbert has the same problem when we were kids. It’s common, so I’m not going to give him grief about it,”

“How did he stop bedwetting?”

“He peed on me and I beat the shit out of him,” he said laughing. Tom’s eyes widened. _________ hits Lutz, “Kidding, kidding. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him,” she nodded and went off. Tom looked at him. Lutz rubbed his back, “So…have you been wearing your cadet hat to bed?”

“No, why?” Lutz smirked.

“That’s your problem! You need to wear your hat night so you can stop wetting the bed,”


“Ja! I practically lived in my hat when I was a Kinder and look at me now. So wear it tonight and I promise you, you’ll stop wetting the bed,” Tom nodded smiling.

“Okay Vati!”

“Gut, now let’s go get some chow,”

“How’s my AWESOME nephew!” Gilbert grabbed and noogied Franz. Gilbert only lived a few houses away and was a frequent visitor of his brother and his family. Franz loved and idolized his uncle a lot.

“Even more awesome than his Uncle Gil!”

“Kesesese! No one is more awesome than I am!” they two proceeded to wrestle in the backyard. Franz loved hanging out with his favorite and only uncle. _______ watched from the window and went back to cleaning her gun. Then Gilbert bursts into the kitchen, “How’s my awesome sister-in-law?”

“I’m good,” he pecks her cheek and headed to the fridge for a beer.

“Mutti! Can I have a taste of beer?”

“No, you’re too young to drink beer,”

“Come on!”

“I said no!”

“Ey! Listen to your Mutti!”

“Okay, okay!” The boy goes outside. _______ sighed. Gilbert looked at her.

“Aww, what’s the matter, Liebling?”

“That little boy has been so rebellious lately. Nothing seems to work when it comes to him now,”

“Maybe the awesome me can be of some service,”


“Ja leave everything to me and Lutz,”

“The last time I heard that phrase I had to drive through seven counties to pick you and Lutz up from the Sheriff’s office through a hostage situation,”

“Hey! We survived! And Tom learned how to pick a lock that night!”

“Fine, I just have one request; please don’t scar them from for life,”

“VATI HELP!” Tom came running out of the bedroom. Franz was already in front holding the boy’s cadet hat. Lutz looked up and in one swift motion, grabbed the blonde boy, swatted him, and took the hat. Franz rubbed his bum and Lutz puts Tom’s hat back on his (h/c) head.

“Franz knock it off,” he growled.

“I was just playing with him!”

“No he wasn’t! He knows my hat would stop me from bedwetting! He just wants me to wet the bed so I can get in trouble again!”

“You weren’t in trouble in the first place,”

“I don’t want you and Mutti worried about me and him calling me a baby,” tears started to form in his violet eyes. Lutz pulled him into a hug.

“Calm down, calm down,”

“See, you’re so totally unawesome!” Franz teased.

“Oy! The only one in this house that can tell who or what is awesome is me!” said Gilbert, “And if you keep up this shit you’re going have an unawesome end,”

“What are you talking about?” Gilbert looked worried.

“Shit, said too much,”

“What are you talking about?”

“Damn it Gilbert! You’ve already begun!”

“I’m sure he’s not that bad, I mean, he’s a brat but he’s not that bratty is he?” they looked at each other for a moment.

“Well he’s been a little butt lately, disobeying his Mutti, bothering his Bruder, and sucking his thumb,”

“Oh ja, he’s doom. He’ll be just like Conrad,”

“W-Who’s Conrad?” said Franz looking at them.

“Ja…who’s Conrad?” said Tom

“Oh, you two really don’t know about him do you?” said Gilbert, “I guess I can tell you. Once upon a time where was little boy named Conrad…”

One day Mamma said "Conrad dear,
I must go out and leave you here.
But mind now, Conrad, what I say,
Don't suck your thumb while I'm away.
The great tall tailor always comes
To little boys who suck their thumbs;
And ere they dream what he's about,
He takes his great sharp scissors out,
And cuts their thumbs clean off—and then,
You know, they never grow again."

Mamma had scarcely turned her back,
The thumb was in, Alack! Alack!

“T-Then w-what happened?!” said Tom looking at the two men.

“I’m getting to that, Liebling,” said Gilbert grinning.  

The door flew open, in he ran,
The great, long, red-legged scissor-man.
Oh! children, see! the tailor's come
And caught out little Suck-a-Thumb.
Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissors go;
And Conrad cries out "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast,
That both his thumbs are off at last.

Mamma comes home: there Conrad stands,
And looks quite sad, and shows his hands;
"Ah!" said Mamma, "I knew he'd come
To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb."

Tom looked frightened. Franz on the other hand scoffed.

“That’s fake and you know it!” said Franz looking at his father and uncle, “There’s no such thing as a Mad Tailor! Just like there’s no Krampus,”

“Hey! Krampus is real!” said Gilbert, “Came after you Vati and me when we were kids,”

“What happened?!” said Tom.

“Gilbert screamed like a bitch and I kicked him in the balls,” said Lutz laughing, “But that’s beside the point. Since Tom is a good boy, he’ll be spared from the Tailor and as for you Franz, it was good knowing you. I guess your Mutti and I will be making a new son soon,”

“Ja, nice knowing you, nephew. Tom, you’re going to be my new wrestling buddy,” Franz glared.

“Thumb sucking is no big deal! And what about wetting the bed!”

“That’s not his fault. He’s not doing it on purpose. You on the other hand, it’s because you’re just a stubborn little butt,” Franz glared and went upstairs to go to bed. Tailor, yeah right!

___________ headed off to the market early the next afternoon. Before she left, she looked at Franz and Tom.

“Okay boys, I’m off. Mind your Vati and Uncle and I’ll be back in a bit,”

“Ja, ja okay Mutti,”

“Franz while I’m gone, NO picking on Tom, finish your chores, and keep your thumb out of your mouth. Tom, finish that folding for me, okay?”

“Yes Mutti,” she gave them a kiss goodbye and went off. As soon as she left, Franz decided to have some fun and play. Tom, on the other hand, went to the laundry room to fold. Franz was upstairs playing with his toy soldiers. He had his thumb in his mouth as he lined them up and started commanding them.

“Okay men, this will be the toughest day of your lives! Some of you will die but it will be in a blaze of glory, glory that you can later tell your ancestors in spirit that—,”


Franz stopped. That sounded like scissors. He immediately laughed it off. It was just the wind, right the wind. We went back to his game when he heard it again…


He froze. He caught something at the corner of his eye. A tall man dressed like a deranged joker/ tailor was standing at the door. He was dressed in red tights,  with red hair, red eyes, and sickly white face. Franz jumped up and ran to the window. The tailor grinned evilly and took out a large pair of scissors.

“I heard there was a naughty boy who’s thumbs are mine!” he went at him. Franz ducked, ran under his legs and headed to his Vati’s study.

“VATI! VATI! HELP!” he opened the door only to be faced with a black hairy monster with large horns and a tail. It stood upright on cloven looking legs. He turned slowly to him. Franz was now literately frozen in fear. He was face to face with the Krampus.

“Picking on your Bruder, not listening to your Mutti, neglecting your chores, and sucking your thumb. You’ve been a very naughty boy Franz Beilschmidt!”

“Y-You can’t take me! It’s summertime! It’s not Kr-Krampus Night! A-And where’s my Vati?!”

“I can make special exceptions to little boys who deserve it and your Vati can’t save you now!” Krampus lunged at him. Franz jumped out of the halls, right into the Tailor, who held out a bag of bloody, severed thumbs.

“Time for you to add yours to my collection, Franz!”

“And after that, I’m doing to beat you, then cook you for my supper!” they laughed. Franz screamed and ran downstairs. They ran after him. Tom, in the meantime, came out of the laundry room to see what was the screaming about. He was greeted to his brother running from two monsters. Thinking fast, he pulled Franz into basement and locked the door. The monsters banged and pounded. Franz was visibly shaken by the sight and sobbing a bit. He immediately hugged Tom.

“Thank you,”

“You’re welcome,”

“W-Why did you help me?”

“You’re my brother,”

“But I always tease you,”

“I know but I don’t want to see you die! Mutti would never stop crying and Vati won’t have someone wrestle with!” Tom backed awat from the door, “At least we’ll die together,”

“Don’t say that!”

“Then where’s Vati?! He’s the only who can save us!”

“That Arschloch Krampus probably killed him!” Franz looked around for something and spotted a 2x4 heavy wooden stick, “If we’re going to die, we’ll die on our own terms! Vati would not have died in vain!” Tom grabbed an umbrella and puts a bowl on his head as an helmet, “Ready Bruder?”

“Ready!”  Tom nodded and unlatched the door. Franz ran out first and attacked the Krampus first, “NUT CRACKER ARSCHLOCH!”

_________ just pulled into the garage with her groceries when she heard screaming out of her house. She immediately ran to the door and opened it. Then she heard her two boys screaming in the kitchen. She grabbed her pistol out of the coat closet, cocked it, and ran into the kitchen where she saw two creatures on the floor, holding their sacks, Franz and Tom hitting them with everything they could get. She shot a warning shot in the ground at her feet and then pointed at the group of bodies. They immediately screamed at her.  




“IT’S US! IT’S US!” she recognized the voices immediately. Franz and Tom ran to their mother and hid behind her screaming and crying about the monsters.


“Don’t worry Mrs. Beilschmidt,” said the doctor, “Other than some swelling and bruising they’re going to be okay,”

“Thank you so much,”

“Just keep it iced and please get them to wear cups while roughhousing,” he left. For the next few days, Lutz and Gilbert were on the couch, in shorts, legs spread with ice on their crotches. It took ___________ forever and a day to finally calm the boys down. She glared at Lutz.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“It looked a lot better in my head, Katzchen,”

“You do know Franz and Tom refuses to sleep alone in their own beds at night, Tom has been bedwetting every night since and Franz have been having nightmares,”

“Is he still sucking thumb?”


“Worth it,” she glared.

“Oh yes, no sex for about a month and probably a month afterwards, having two traumatized boys, and a probably a dislocated crotch,” Lutz stared for a few moments. Gilbert smirked and started laughing, “This couch will be your lover and friend for a very long time,”

“I really need to think this shit through,” _________ walked out. Franz and Tom trotted downstairs. When they saw their father, they hurried to the door, “Ey! Get back here you two!” they went to him, “Franz, that was a real sissy move,”

“You were the one who taught him how to fight dirty,” said Gilbert.

“I didn’t think he was going to knock me in the balls!”

“Are we in trouble Vati?” said Tom.

“Nein, I’m actually proud of both of you. Franz for getting the drop on me and both of you for defending each other,”  

“Well I had to!” said Franz glaring, “Someone has to be the responsible male of the house besides Mutti,”

“What’s that suppose to mean?!”

“We both know Mutti’s the Vati,” said Tom and gently pats his father’s hand, “It’s okay Vati, you had a good run of being a daddy but Mutti’s just better at it,”

“I present you with your apron Vati,” said Franz giving his father a pink apron, “So we’ll just be outside until your balls are okay Mutti,”


“It’s just easier to call you that now since Mutti’s Vati,” they two boys scampered away. Gilbert and Lutz looked dumbfounded at the pair of them.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Well I guess now since you’ve been…incapacitated they see you more as a mom. Guess you’re going to have to reclaim your throne when you’re better,”

“How Vater survived us is nothing short of a miracle,”  

“How WE survived HIM was a miracle,”
Okay, I wanted to do another Daddy!Lutz fic. So here's the result. I remembered reading this story back when I was learning German and was like "The hell kind of story is this for a kid! No wonder German kids behave!" But this is only the tip of the iceberg but the book where this story is found is called Der Struwwelpeter and there's other gruesome stories in it lol Seriously, check it out n,n Enjoy and Forgive the mistakes

For those who hadn't read the first one: [link]

I don't own you or Hetalia or Der Struwwelpeter
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It wasn’t that Lutz didn’t like kids it was just that he didn’t feel comfortable around them. In fact, the mere idea of being around a kid for more than a couple of minutes made him uneasy. He had two and even that was too much. He was proud to have two sons. One was four and the other was six. Six year old Franz looked like him. Scruffy blonde hair, strong stout features, but he had his mother’s (e/c) eyes and sharp wit. Tom was four and looked just like his mother with (h/c) hair, his violet eyes, and so far just quiet. In fact, sometimes it was hard to know where he was because he was quiet. He made him nervous, very nervous so much he didn’t want to be in the same room with him for too long alone. _________ and Franz went out shopping.

“Lutz, watch Tom, he’s upstairs playing,”

“Vhere are you going?”

“Grocery shopping. Want anything special?”

“Wurst, beer, and cigarettes,”

“That’s every week,” she said kissing his cheek. He smirked, grabbed her ass, and pulled her into a proper kiss, “You pig!”

“You know you love it,” he said.

“Franz, come on,” they heard footsteps from upstairs. A little blond blur raced and jumped from the tenth step to the floor in front of his parents.

“Ready Mutti!”

“Franz! How many times do I have to tell you, no running in the house!”

“Sorry Mutti…but did I stick the landing?”

“Ja,” said Lutz ruffling him.

“Don’t encourage him!” she said, “But you need to work on your balance sweetheart, OUTSIDE,”

“Okay, okay Mutti,” he grinned. Lutz couldn’t help but grin. He was a bundle of energy.

“It shouldn’t take long but just be sure he’s okay and please don’t do anything to frighten him, you know he’s easily skittish,”

“Ja, ja, I know,” she kissed him again before going off to the market.

Tom was in an oversized sweater and walking about the house. He couldn’t smell his mother or hear her anywhere. He trotted downstairs. He looked around.

“Mutti? Muuuuutti?” he looked around and tripped. He whimpered a bit and got up with tears in his eyes. Then he was hoisted up but the nape of his sweater. The young boy froze. He was now face to face with his Vati. He flailed trying his hardest to get out of his grip. Lutz stared at the tiny thing flailing about.

“Your Mutti isn’t here; she’s at the store with your Bruder. So it’s just you and me and no one else,” this didn’t seem to ease the boy as he flailed some more, “Stop that! I’m not going to hurt you!” he barked. That did it. His little purple eyes had tears and he sniffled, “Hey…calm down will ya kid? I’m not going to hurt you,”

“T-Then wh-why did you yell?” Lutz had no idea where they got this skittish kid from. He rubbed the back of his head.

“I didn’t mean to. Look I’m going to put you down, okay? Don’t run because I don’t want to chase you, got it?” Tom nodded as he was placed down. He didn’t say a word but looked at his Vati expectantly. Lutz sighed and took him into the garage. He needed to work on his motorcycle today. The little boy curiously looked around the area. Unlike Franz, he didn’t explore certain places of the house if Mutti wasn’t about. The garage was one of those places. Vati’s bike was in there. It was a huge, shiny thing that he was terrified to go near, mainly because Vati loved it and it made A LOT of noise. It woke him up a few times and Mutti often yelled at him for that. Lutz looked at the boy who stood at the door.

“Come on, it’s not gonna hurt you,” Tom slowly walked into the garage. He looked at his motorcycle and touched the cold steel, “You’re going to help me change the oil and wash her. Ready?” he nodded. Lutz starts up the cycle to help the oil get nice and warm. Tom held his ears until he turned it off, “Okay, pass me that pan,” Tom trotted to the shelf and gave him the pan. Lutz held it over the oil tank and tilts his cycle. Tom looks over, “Okay, now put that over there for me,” he nodded. However, the weight proved too much for the little one as he tried to balance. Soon he toppled over and fell. Lutz shot up and went to him. The floor was a mess and the little boy was covered in oil. He looked liked an ink blot. He  picked the boy up to take a bath. Tom stood by the door and watched his Vati make bathwater. Usually Mutti did all of this. Soon the water stopped running. Lutz took his clothes off and placed him in the tub gently.

“You can handle it from here, right?” Tom shook his head. He would have left the boy in there until he was through but he anything happened to him, he’d knew ________ would skin him alive and disembowel him. Lutz took off his shirt to keep it from getting wet. Tom stared at his father and looked down at his own little chest then back to his father’s.  Lutz got on his knees and started gently washing the boy, being as careful as he could. He didn’t know his strength at times and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his son. After it was over, he dried the boy out and wrapped him into a towel. While Lutz goes to find him another one of those blasted sweaters he wore. Tom in the meantime, hopped off the table and peeked around the corner. Okay, no Vati in sight. He scuttled into a room in the house, a room that was said to be off limits to the boys to find his hidden treasure, a security hat. Every time he needed to feel brave and secure, he wore the security hat. He searched through the drawer and couldn’t find it. His little heart sank. He needed his security blanket. It would keep him safe.

“Fuck! Where did he go?!” Lutz looked in every room in the house. Tom was like a little shadow. There one moment and gone the next. He didn’t understand the kid. He was young but why was he so fucking scared of him. He was never that scared when he was a kid, then again, he was pretty badass for a kid too. He caught glimpse of a little towel in the corner of his eye. He quickly grabbed and scooped it up. Tom flailed as Lutz slipped a black sweater over him. He passed him pants and underwear, “You take care of that yourself,” he nodded and once again looked at his father expectantly. Lutz was about to go back to his cycle when he heard a little growl. Tom blushed and held his tummy, “Hungry? Let’s go,” he went to the kitchen and grabbed the cookie jar. He took out a few.  

“But…Mutti said not to eat sweets until after dinner because it’ll spoil our appetites,” he said matter-of-factly. Lutz dragged his hand over his face. The little boy was dead serious. He took the cookie jar from off the counter and took a few from it.

“Vell, how about I just leave the jar right here,” he puts the jar next to the boy, “And let’s just have a few cookies just disappear and a little boy will be satisfied until supper? Now, let me turn my back,” Lutz turned his back. Tom looked at his Vati and grinned. He grabbed a couple and munched on them. He wondered where _________ was. She should have been here by now. He groaned wondering if she was okay. Well he may as well make dinner. He looked in the fridge for something and decided to make burgers.

Lutz was beyond exhausted. How the fuck is taking care of ONE child so exhausting? He plopped on the couch, full, watered, and with a healthy, clean, well fed child. He wanted to get some sleep. He kicked off his boots and closed his eyes. He felt a tiny little hand and touch his stomach. He opened his eye. Tom was on his stomach. He pulled up his shirt and was curiously looking at his Vati.

“Vati…what are these bumps on your tummy?”

“Abs, son,”

“Why are they hard?”

“I train…er workout a lot,”

“Why doesn’t Mutti have abs?”

“Well…Mutti is a woman and they’re built differently than men are,”  

“Oh…” Lutz had no idea where this kid came from. He didn’t act like ________ at all and he sure as hell didn’t act like him. He wasn’t a smart aleck and for the most part he was quiet. Tom crawled up to his chest. Lutz stared at him, “Thank you, Vati,” Lutz looked at him, “For being Mutti while she was gone,” He was smiling at him shyly. He ruffled the boy’s head fondly. Tom smiled and noticed his father’s hat and puts it on his head grinning.

“I was wondering why there were (h/c) hairs in there. You like Vati’s hat, don’t you?”

“Ja! It’s my security cap! It gives me strength!” Lutz picks the boy up and sets him down on the couch. He went into a drawer and moved some things aside and pulled out a young boy’s cadet hat. He took his off and replaced it with the smaller one.

“That’s better. I used to wear that one when I was younger. It’s yours now,” he looked up at his father with large purple eyes and smiled brightly. Lutz grinned. He was a dead ringer for his Mutti.

“Lutz, I’m home! I’m sorry it took too long but I ran into Dad and Franz insisted that he stay and hear his Grandpa’s old war stories and he’s spending the night. I hope Tom wasn’t too much of a—,” _________ stared at the sight. Tom was fast asleep on Lutz’s chest. Lutz was snoring with his arm draped over the little (h/c) headed boy protectively. She smiled at this. She went into the linen closet, took out a blanket and draped it over the pair.

My Hero

“My Vati is the greatest person ever!” said Franz smirking, “He was a soldier in WWII! He was kicking Nazi ass left and right and still had time to marry Mutti! That’s how badass he is!”

“How is that badass?”

“Have you met my Mutti? She’s tough! Even Vati backs down from her!” Franz was telling his classmates about the wonderful adventures of his greatest hero. Today’s story was about Vati being trapped in a POW camp in Germany and how his not only slaughtered like ten Nazis, he saved children from a burning building, was able to run faster than Superman, and of course punched Hitler in the face. Mrs. Wolfe, his teacher, was impressed by the boy’s stories, the ones that were believable of course and wanted to talk to his mother about everything.

“Mrs. Beilschmidt!” said Mrs. Wolfe, “We need to talk about your son,”

“Please don’t tell me he’s cutting up in class, again,”

“No, no! Actually I wanted to talk to you about your husband and the stories Franz has been telling us about him,”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh dear, you know, how he served during WWII! According to Franz, his father was high ranking soldier in the army. After hearing so many stories about him, we want to meet him,”

“Oh, no my husband is a bit…busy,”

“Please Mrs. Beilschmidt, I’ve been thinking of recommending your husband to the VA for a medal of honor and I need to know what your husband did exactly. It would be a treat and I’ve started on the paperwork,”

“Please, it isn’t necessary for you to do that. It’s just that he’s very private about this sort of thing,”

“He doesn’t need to know, until the time comes of course,” ______ sighs. This woman won’t give up.

“Okay please don’t send anything in until he has a presentation for the class. Please,”

“Of course and splendid! I can’t wait to meet him!”  

Lutz was working on his bike. Because of his knack for fixing things, he had steady work; however, he loved to go back to his baby, his first and favorite project, his bike, after work. Because of the kids, they both had flexible work hours to have them come home early in an alternation so they could pick up and tend to the boys. Today was _______’s turn. While he waited for dinner, she came into the garage.

“Lutz…we have to talk,” he looked up. She looked very grave.

“What’s the matter?”

“Franz’s been talking about his favorite hero again at school,” he couldn’t help but puff with pride. Of course he was the boy’s hero. All dads were their son’s heroes. ______ knew this and loved it but she didn’t know what the boy had told his friends until the teacher called her in this afternoon. Lutz stared at her. She didn’t look happy, “He’s been talking about your war years,” as a rule, they pair decided to not tell the boys that their father wasn’t fighting for America but the other side during the war. This was not only to protect them from the truth, until they could understand, but to make sure no one wanted to take any vigilante matters into their hands and attack him or his family, “Now Miss Wolfe wants to meet you and have you talk to the kids and recommend you for the VA over here,”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,”

“I wish. What have you been telling him?!”

“Nothing! I told him about my time in the military, I’m guessing he thought I was fighting for the Americans, not the other side. It doesn’t help that he’s been hanging around Gilbert,”

“Or Dad. Franz loves those old war stories,”

“It was probably that damned Bruder of mine. He loves to tell the boys stories and of course make it as awesome as he can, not that I’m complaining,”

“We can’t tell the truth on this one,” she said rubbed her temples, “Then again, we can’t just have them think that Franz is a liar either and we can’t have you looking like some sort of war dodger either,” Lutz saw the worried look on her face. He pulled her into a hug.

“Don’t worry Kätzchen, I’ll think of something,”

Lutz stared at his uniform. At one time, it was a representation of pride, honor, and love of his country. Now it was a sign of hate, violence, fear, and even in Germany, it was illegal to be seen with it. He looked at all the markings, the battle tears and of course his medals. He loved this thing, not because he still believe in what he used to but because it just had so many battle scars and he was wearing it when he met the love of his life.

“I think your uniform looks cool, Vati,” Tom peeked through the door. He smiled at him.

“Ja, but I can’t wear this one out in public, Liebling,”

“I know but I still think it cool. I wish people didn’t think it wasn’t cool. Just because you wear it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person,” he looked at his son with a smile. He beckoned him over. Although he had his eyes, he looked just like his mother and just as smart. Tom climbs in his lap.

“Have you been spying on me, Liebling,”

“No Vati, I see you wear it when you and Mutti go to bed,” Lutz reddens. He and ______ had to be more careful…

“You’ve seen me wearing it?”

“Ja! It used to scare me but when I see you in it, you look so strong and you make me feel safe. Like it suppose to make you feel strong so that you can protect us and Mutti. It makes you able to beat up the Krampus like Mutti can beat up the Boogeyman,”

“So that’s why you don’t get scared anymore,”

“Ja! Krampus doesn’t scare me because I know if you fight him, you'll win!” Lutz ruffles the boy’s head fondly.

“It’s late you should be in bed but first Vati wants cookies and milk with his little cadet,”

_______ was sweating bullets. She loved the man dearly but sometimes Lutz was really unpredictable. She and Tom were in class waiting and Franz was literately bouncing in his seat. He couldn’t wait to hear his father’s stories.

“Students, today we have a guest speaking coming to tell us about his time in the war. Please, give a warm welcome to Franz’s father, Lutz Beilschmidt,” the class waited in anticipation. Lutz walked into the classroom. _____’s eyes widened, Mrs. Wolfe was speechless, and the children stared in horror. He was wearing a SS uniform with all of his medals. He stopped in front of the children. Mrs. Wolfe wanted to utter something but something made her stop. He finally spoke.

“My name is Lutz. I was not born in America but my job was a very dangerous one. I was a spy for the American army. I was posing as a SS general in Hitler’s army,” The class gasped. Franz looked up at his Vati with complete awe. _______ grinned. He always knew a way out of things, “I was in constant danger. If I was caught, I would have immediately tortured and put to death. In fact, was in the camp, not only as a soldier but a warden and that was where I met a man whom I helped escaped the camp. This man had a daughter. She was the bravest woman I knew who smuggled soldiers out of Germany, risking her neck like I was. Later this woman became my wife. I am not here to tell you the glories of war but the risks that many of us took to make sure you little brats have freedom and a safe home,” Lutz told them about him getting shot in a ghetto, how______ saved his life but almost getting killed by SS soldiers (omitting the attempted rape of course), the horrors of the camps, how he freed his wife from the camp, and of course how he made sure they escaped, “And that is why I would like no one to recommend me for anything with the VA. My wife and family is all I need. Their safety is my first priority and I don’t want any of my old enemies attacking them,” The class erupted in applause and questions. _______ wiped a few tears from her eyes.  

“Vati you’re so awesome!” Franz said at dinner than evening. To celebrate her family dodging another bullet, _____ made potatoes and five different wurst. She giggled to herself.

“Have you been around Uncle Gil again?”

“Maybe…but still you’re the best! And Mutti! You’re brave too! You took on three SS soldiers! Did you kick their butts? I have the most awesome parents ever! So that makes me and Tom awesome by association!” Later that night, after the boys were put to bed, she flung her arms around Lutz and kissed him all over his face.

“I don’t know how you do it but you pulled it off!”

“Kätzchen, you have to remember, I’m not going to let anything happen to us, besides, it felt kind of good to wear the uniform again outside of the bedroom,” her face went red, “Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it,”

“I-I’m didn’t say that. Besides, You don’t have that much power over—,” before she knew it, her ass was smacked with a riding crop. She turned. Lutz smirked at her.

“Last infraction, doubting your commanding officer, now you’re going to be punished, lieutenant,”

“If you can,” she said smirking and went to their room. He went after her but he stopped at his sons’ room first. He checked on them both, pulled the blankets close to their bodies, kissed their foreheads, and closed the door.
Here's a sequel to Priorities centered around Lutz as a father and the family living in the 1960s America ^^; Also, it's TWO mini fics in one. Enjoy and forgive the mistakes!

I don't own you or Hetalia, just the plot n,n

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Winter in Germany, 1940

He walked through the snow, hearing it crunch under his feet. He wasn’t afraid of anything that lurked in the woods, in fact, anything that lurked in it should be afraid of him. He was raised in the woods when he was a child and knew how to hunt and forage if he needed something. However, he wasn’t in the woods for leisure, he was hiding, hiding like a wounded wolf. He watched for the last few years his country deteriorating from the corruption that been spewing after the Great War. He, like many other Germen men fought in it and many a comrade died in it. He remembered leaving his family just to fight. He returned and promised to raise his sons to be as patriotic and strong, until he realized just as bad things have become. Soon he sons were brainwashed and he had to long flee for resisting. He was angry with himself, he told them to be strong, he told them to have country pride, but he didn’t warn them about listening to nonsense and to be strong minded. He was strong minded; then again, he was always strong minded. He groaned he hope those two idiots would be okay. He walked on. This was the hardest thing he would have to do. He had to leave the only place he called home. He had with him only a few possession and the clothes on his back. He walked to the Swiss border. He was about to leave the woods when he heard a click. In the stillness of the day and snow, the sound was unmistakable. He stopped. He could hear footsteps approaching him. He recognized the pattern of steps immediately.

“Hello Lutz,” he said.

“Hello Vater,” he said.

“Going to kill me now by shooting me in the back?”

“I’m not a coward, though that would probably be the best way to kill you,” he turned. His youngest son was starting at him wearing his SS uniform with unspoken pride, “It took me ages to track you down,”

“And the monkeys sent you,”

“May as well, Gil and I are the only ones who have the balls to,”

“You think I’m going to really let you take me alive?”

“It wouldn’t be you if you did,”

“I’m guessing that’s what they’re counting on,”

“You betcha,”

“I’m sorry but I’m not going to meet my ancestors yet,” Before Lutz could react, knife was in his arm. He dropped his gun but had the insight to grab and hold his father’s blade away from his throat. He shoved him off and took out his pocketknife. He went after him. The man dodged and blocked another attack. This went on, until Lutz gain the upper hand and managed to pin him against a tree. He went to in for the kill. The man’s survival instinct kicked in. He pulled out another blade. It went through Lutz’s face. He screamed and jumped backwards holding his face. The gash was deep and bloody. He went in for the kill but he realized he couldn’t. He knew his son long enough to know when he was doing something on purpose. He approached his son.

“If you wanted to die, don’t bring me into it,” he said coldly.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you long enough to know when you’re being an idiot. What do you get by fighting me?”

“I want an excuse as to why you escape,” he glared at his son and gave him a final slash. Lutz went down and held his chest along with his eye.

“Don’t patronize me and don’t do stupid shit that’ll get you killed,” he walked away towards the border. He was furious, not because his son grew a pair and fought him but the idea that he made it one sided sickened him and for a stupid reason. Lutz waited until he was gone. He then radioed into his base.

“Germania Beilschmidt is dead,” he said.

“Are you sure?”

“He didn’t go down without a fight. I have the scars to prove it,”

“Good, return to base,” Lutz limped back to his jeep in the woods. The pain was unimaginable but he felt a sense of pride. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag from it and blew out the smoke.

“Frohe Weihnachten, Vati…”

Tom looked to the left, then to the right. He scurried into Vati’s study and closed the door. He made a beeline to the closet and started rummaging through the chest. He pulled out military coat and hat and trudged towards the mirror. He shuffled into the coat and replaced his hat with the larger hat. He grinned. One day he’ll be big and strong like Vati. He saluted like all good American soldiers imaging being a hero someday.

“Whatcha doing, Liebling?” Tom turned. Lutz was looking down at him from behind. He grinned sheepishly at his Vati. Lutz swore if Tom was in Germany he would have been an excellent little spy; quiet, quick, and barely noticeable. However, he was too skittish and sensitive for the HJ like he was. They would have eaten him alive. No, Tom was good where he was though he wished the boy would stay away from his uniform.

“Umm…I umm…wearing your uniform,”

“Tom…” Lutz couldn’t help but smile as he took the jacket off him and then the hat, “You know better,”  

“Sorry Vati but it’s just so cool!”

“I don’t want you to be like me,”

“Why not?!”

“Because I want you to be yourself,” he said, “And Mutti would be worried if you were in the battlefield,”

“How about a field doctor? That way I can help people!”

“Or you can be a regular doctor here. You can still help people in your own country without risking your life,”

“I know but I wanna be a hero! Like you!”

“I’m no hero Liebling…”

“Ja! You’re Franz and my hero along with Uncle!” Lutz looked at him. Where did they get this kid from? He beamed at him happily. Lutz scooped him up.

“Come on, we’re going to do something that doesn’t involve you in my uniform,”


“Damn kid,” Lutz came into the bedroom and plopped on his bed. ___________ looked up from her book, “I swear he’s the reincarnation of every spy I killed!”

“Tom was in your uniform again?”

“Ja,” he kicked off his boots, “I wouldn’t mind so much except him getting too attached to it and thinking it was good what I did back then,” he dragged his hands over his face and groaned, “I’m dreading the day they know which side I was fighting on,”

“Hopefully not for a very long time,” she said yawning, “As far as they’re concerned, you were a secret spy,”

“Ja, ja but I’m just worried about Tom, he’s so fuckin’ sensitive,”

“He’ll toughen up. I mean look at you and Gil,”

“Ja but that’s because we had a tough Vater,”

“You know, you don’t talk about him much,”

“Well…he wasn’t too happy with us fighting the war in the first place,” said Lutz, “He loved our country just like all stouthearted Germans but he didn’t buy into the propaganda and shit. In fact, they wanted to arrest him for treason but he disappeared, keeping in contact just to tell us he was disappointed,”

“That’s awful,”

“I know, he fled and I told my commanding officer that I killed him. He put up a fuckin’ fight,”

“You weren’t going to let him get killed,”

“Nein, but he still thinks I was toying with him. The fuck I was, I knew he’d kill me faster than anyone. How do you think I got my face scar?” she winced. He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms. She smiled and snuggled closer to him. She knew he hated talking about his past, especially so close to Christmas.

“Did the boys tell you what they wanted for Christmas?”

“Nein, I was actually thinking of getting Franz his first rifle,” she looked at him.

“Are you sure he’s ready?”

“The earlier the better, Gilbert and I used to shoot cans with Vater when we were their ages,”

“Okay…fine. But you will teach him them both the dangers,”

“Okay, I just hope Tom doesn’t wet his pants,”

“What did you have in mind for Tom?”

“A doctor’s kit because if Franz is using a weapon, we know he’s going to need first aid sooner or later and Tom’s a sensitive kid, I don’t want to throw shit like that at him too soon,”

“Just ease him into it. I’ll tag along and bring the one my dad and I used back in the day,” Lutz stared at her, “What? How do you think I learned my skills?”

“I swear there’s a cock and balls somewhere…Let me feel around…”

“No you perv!”

“That would explain why you have a male’s libido,”

“Sick man!”

“Though that backside says different,”

“Stop groping you pervert!” she said laughing.

Christmas in the Beilschmidt home hasn’t been the same recently. Lutz hadn’t been home for weeks and especially in the evenings. Everyone in the house was getting worried. It wasn’t the same without him being about. Not even Gilbert knew where he was but often kept his sister-in-law and his nephews company. ___________ often asked and the only answer he gave was he decided to put in more hours. Franz and Tom often perched at the window waiting for Vati to come home. She often shooed them away so they could eat supper. By the time Lutz came home, they would be asleep. From there, he would wolf down whatever ___________ made, took a shower and went straight to bed. In the morning he woke up before anyone, got up, got dressed and went off again, even on the weekends.

“He’s fine,” said Gilbert one day.

“I know but I worry you know,”

“Only common, besides you have the awesome me to help you take care of the Kinder,”

“And they miss the big lug,”

“So do you,” he said poking her cheek. She pouted.

“Humph, I don’t,”

“You miiiiiiissssss him,”

“Not even!”

“I can fill the Vati and hubby role for awhile, it’s kind of fun,”

“When are you going to find that awesome wife to be with?” he reddened.

“Not for awhile. I’m actually happy the way things are now. I get to be with West’s family and be Vati and hubby without the worry,”

“I swear you two are the strangest men I’ve ever met,”

“You love us,” he snuggled her close. Franz and Tom watched the sight.

“What if Vati never comes home and Mutti has to marry Uncle?” said Tom.

“That would never happen, it would be awesome but it would never happen,” said Franz

“Because Mutti loves Vati?”

“Nein, because even though Uncle is more awesome than Vati, Mutti’s awesomeness trumps Uncle’s awesome therefore making Vati awesome by association,”


“And not to mention, Vati always comes back and everything is always set right when he does,”

“I hope so, I miss having him tuck us in at night,”

“I know, when he does it, it feels tighter. I miss him making us to the park on his cycle,”

“Remember when Mutti chased us all in the car?”

“Because Vati was trying to protect us from the dentist,”

“She chased us for miles until Vati got stuck in the mud,” they laughed at the memory, especially when Lutz and ____________ got into a mud flinging fight which resulted in __________ taking all three of her kids to the dentist, especially after he fell and chipped a tooth.

“The dentist was too bad!” said Tom.

“No but he did make Vati cry a bit,”

“That’s because Vati doesn’t like the dentist,”

“Boys!” they scurried downstairs. _________ grinned at them.

“Get dressed, we’re going to the mall to see Santa Claus,” they grinned and ran upstairs. Gilbert watched the boys with interest.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve slept with me then Lutz,”

“What are you on about?”

“Franz acts just like the awesome me. Tom actually acts like Lutz when when he was little Kind,”


“Ja, He was quiet but still tougher than most at his age but still quiet. Maybe you were sleepwalking and slept with me and we just don’t remember,”

“You’re not allowed to speak you pervert!” Gilbert laughed hard, “Come on, you want to come too?”

“Ja! Come on!”

Lutz sighed. This year because of the union strikes and dealing with some shit from his past, he had to take odd jobs this year in order to give his family a better Christmas. Because of the results of the strike, they weren’t going to get a holiday bonus so he’s been working odd jobs for weeks. He’s been a gravedigger, he’s been a handyman, he even did a few bar bets but recently, he got one that was seasonal and degrading all at the same time, mall Santa Claus. The store thought because he was big and muscular, he could handle a few kids. He didn’t mind it that much. He had to wear a few pillows to make himself look fatter and the fake beard to look older. The kids weren’t too bad. Some peed, those he wanted to strangle. Some just cried and tried getting away. Some were shy and quiet and some made deals with him. He bore with it for weeks now. It wasn’t too bad. Then he looked up. He saw ___________ in line with Gilbert and the boys. He froze. She was bundled in hi winter coat with Gilbert having his arm draped around her. He made a mental note to kill him later. The boys were waiting to see him, Santa Claus. He wanted to run, hoping that they didn’t recognize him. But soon, it was Tom’s turn. The woman elf ushered him to him. Tom looked at him nervously. Lutz gently picked him up and puts him on his lap. Tom fidgeted a bit. He gently pats his back.

“What do you want for Christmas, little boy?” Tom looked at Santa Claus and fumbled his hands a bit.

“I-I want Vati to come home again,” Lutz froze. Tom looked down, “He-He doesn’t come home at night anymore and…we miss him. Mutti tells us not to worry but…it’s not Christmas without Vati,” Lutz stared at the little boy. He looked at him with those large purple eyes, “Uncle Gilbert has been substitute Vati but it’s not the same. We haven’t even gotten a tree yet because we’re waiting for him. So…please bring Vati home. Mutti misses him too. Please?” Luz stared into Tom’s eyes. His violet hues looked so fuckin’ innocent that he could hardly stand it.

“Is that…all you want?”

“Well…no…I just want everyone to be happy. I have everything I actually want,”

“Come ooooon, there has to be something,”

“Well…you’re St. Nick! You should know!”

“Help me along!”

“Nope…I’m fine! Just bring Vati back sir!” Tom hopped off his lap and scurried to the other side. Lutz couldn’t help but smile. The boy had a good heart. He couldn’t savor it long before another kid plotted on his lap. He was face to (e/c) eyes and scruffy blond hair.

“Okay fat man, listen up,” said Franz glaring at Lutz, “I know the Krampus is coming back for me this year, he made that clear when he possessed Vati a few months ago and almost killed me for being naughty,” Lutz had to hand it to ___________ for getting creative about what happened, “So, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to get Tom a bicycle. He wants a new one but he wants Vati back even more but Vati isn’t about and it’s making him and Mutti worried. So here’s the deal. I’ll be good enough to keep Krampus off my butt and you give Tom a bike and something for Mutti and I’ll be happy. Nothing for Vati, that jerk is never home,” it took everything in Lutz to not plop him on the ground. But he had to admit, the boys had good heads on their shoulders. He looked up at ______________ as Franz ran to join her and Tom. She looked a bit worried. He felt guilty as they walked away. He then saw a man come by and approach them. He watched as she punched him and stepped on him before joining Gilbert. He smirked. She was still feisty as ever. He sighed. He missed grabbing her ass….and he just couldn’t grab other asses, that’s why he married her so he could have own personal one to grab as he pleased. He was really starting to miss his family.

Germania got the letter a week ago. For years he thought he sons were either dead or imprisoned for the rest of their days in some kind of prison. When he received the letter from Lutz, needless to say he was shocked. He’s been living in Switzerland for years and made an okay life. When the letter came, they immediately knew where to send it to. Lo and behold his sons were alive and in America of all places. Lutz sent him some money with the invitation to come and stay. He thought about it for a long time. He loved Europe but after the war…it was literately in shambles. He’s been using his survival and military expertise to be a mercenary for a few years. It gave him food and shelter and that was all he needed. It gave him something to do to and the main thing he wanted was to retire and live out his days in peace. So, he decided to see what he wanted for years, how his sons were doing. He arrived in America two weeks before Christmas. He followed the address and was soon in the area where his sons and new family were. He had the taxi drop him off a few blocks away. He trudged through the thick snow. His hair was blowing in the cool air. However, he still heard it, footsteps behind him. He continued to walk. The footsteps were trying to mimic his in order to stop detection but he knew. The man had followed him from the airport and was going to kill him the first chance he got. Why? He killed his brother as a part of a job. He’s been following him since Europe. Germania wasn’t going to lead him anywhere near his family’s home so he decided to lead him into a secluded alley and finish him from there. Meanwhile Tom and Franz were playing nearby when a strange man walking with another following him at a distance. The boys wouldn’t have made a second glance if the man didn’t look strikingly familiar.

“W-Who was that?” whispered Tom.

“Whoever it was, he looked like Vati,” said Franz, “Only with long hair and braids,”

“But there’s something weird coming off him, like scary weird,”

“Wanna follow him?”

“Didn’t Mutti said something about spying?”

“She said don’t spy on teachers or family, she didn’t say anything about strangers!”

“Oh! Okay!” they headed the pair off at the past. The crept down and hid behind some trashcans. Soon, the blond entered the alley. The man pulled out a pistol. The pair’s eyes widened. That man was going to shoot the Vati look alike.

“Do you think I’m going to let you live after you killed my brother?!” shouted the man. He went to squeeze the pistol. The blond turned around and a knife flew and got the man in his chest. He was about to fall out of the alley but he caught before he hit the ground. The blond then slams him against the wall.

“Nein, but allow me to reunite the two of you,” he slit the man’s throat and let him slump to the ground. Luckily none of his blood fell on him. Germania looked up to see two small figures running out of the alley. He turned the corner, one was a blond and one was (h/c) headed. He sighed and trudged on. Soon he arrived at the address that was written on the envelope. He rang the doorbell. A lovely woman with (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair answered the door.


“You must be ___________,” she nodded, “Forgive my intrusion but is Lutz here?”

“Umm…no but his brother will be here shortly,”

“Mind if I wait?”

“Sure…umm…who are you?”

“Forgive me, I’m Germania Beilschmidt, their father, so you can put the weapon away, Liebling,”

“How did you…but please come in,” _____________ puts her pistol back into the closet. She went into the kitchen and brewed some tea. A few minutes ago, Tom and Franz ran inside and up to their rooms refusing to tell their mom what happened and since they rarely get non-neighbor visitors, _________ was always cautious when she answered the door.

“Would you like something with your tea? I made cookies,”

“That would be lovely,” she was nervous. She never met her father-in-law before. She didn’t even know he was coming. She called Gilbert and told him what happened. Moments later he burst through the backdoor and ran into the living room.

“Vati!” Gilbert ran and embraced the taller man happily, “You’re here!” Germania blushed.

“How many times must I tell you to call me Herr Vater?”

“But you’re Vati!”

“You never change boy,”

“What are you doing here?”

“Lutz sent me a letter and invited me over with a plane ticket,”

“One way?”

“Ja,” Gilbert grinned big and immediately called the boys down. Franz and Tom came downstairs. They stared at Germania. He noticed their body language, tense and nervous. He recognized their forms and immediately regretted his actions.

“Kinder, this is your Opa, Germania. He’s my and your Vati’s Vati,” Franz and Tom stared at the man with awe and wonder. They never met anyone from their father’s side of the family. He was big and intimidating. They looked at their Mutti. She nodded at them encouragingly. Franz approached first.

“Hi, I’m Franz and this is my brother, Tom,”

“Hi…” said Tom cautiously. Germania got on one knee so he wouldn’t look so intimidating to the pair. Tom meekly went over and hugged him. Germania pats his back. Franz followed suit. He looked them over.

“They look so strong and healthy,”

“They are!” said Gilbert.

Lutz came home with a spring in his step. Because of the union negotiations, their Christmas bonus was turned into their End of the Year bonus. He was so happy when his boss announced it that day and gave them their pay. He grinned at the idea. Now he could actually get back home and finally able to stop enjoying Christmas with his family. He was expecting the boys to come running out like they usually do but not tonight. He was puzzled as he opened the door. Inside, he could smell something delicious. ______________ was making wurst and potatoes. He walked further inside to see Gilbert laughing and drinking a beer and that was when he saw long, blond hair.

“Were you in a war too, Grandpa?” said Franz

“Ja, I was in the Great War,” said Germania smiling.

“Did you fight Nazis like Vati and Opa?”

“Nein, there weren’t Nazis back then,”

“Then who did you fight?” said Tom

“Mainly the French and a few Italians over a personal grudge match,”

“What’s a grudge?”

“It means you still don’t like someone,” said Franz laughing. He looked up and got up to hug Lutz, “Vati’s home!”

“Vati!” Tom hugged his other leg happily. Germania stood up. Lutz and him stared at each other for a few moments. Franz and Tom pulled him towards Germania, “Say hi to your Vati!”

“Ja! He misses you! You hadn’t see him since we were born! That’s a long darn time!” ___________ walked into the living room and could actually feel the tension in the room.

“Umm, Franz, Tom go wash for dinner and bring down that tin of cookies I bought from the store that’s on the bed,” the boys went upstairs. Lutz and Germania stared at each other for awhile.

“I didn’t know you’d come,”

“I thought you and Gilbert were dead to be honest. I was scared that I wouldn’t see either of you again,”

“We thought you were dead Vati,” said Gilbert.

“I never thought you weren’t alive, just that you didn’t want anything to do with me after our last encounter,”

“Nein, I was actually proud after the fact that you did fight me man to man and honorably,”

“Damn right, I wasn’t feigning idiocy, you’re still good,”

“I’m proud of both of you. You got out before anything drastic happened. And managed to start families on your own or in your case Gilbert joining your brother’s and helping out raising two fine boys and I would be honored to stay here and join the Winter with you,”

“Of course Vati!” said Gilbert hugging his father tightly.

“Always!” said Lutz hugging him as well. ____________ smiled from afar. Lutz grabbed and pulled her, “Katzchen, this is my father, Germania Beilschmidt. He’s the reason why Gil and I are so messed up,”

“My dear, Schwiegertochter, you have to realized that they have warped each other in ways that I could never dream of,”

“You can’t blame us Vati!” said Gilbert.

“Oh? Who was the one who told Lutz about the killer chicken who lived in closets?”

“That one was true! You just couldn’t see it!”

“I’m with him on that one! I saw it!”

“I’m sure and then Lutz convinced Gilbert that I had two set of sexual organs the reason why I have long hair and so motherly,”

“Well, you were bother Mutti and Vati so we needed an explanation!” said Lutz. The men started to bicker about who messed up who more. ___________ dragged her hand down her face. Germania pats her back soothingly.

“I’m sorry I had pass these reigns onto you like this, Schwiegertochter,”

“I’m used to it by now, Mr. Germania,”

“Please, call me Schwiegervater or Vati,” she smiled.

“Okay, Vati,”

“I’d wish you would have told me that your father was coming!” said ____________ that evening glaring at Lutz, “And not to mention the real reason your wurst eating ass hadn’t been around!”

“I’m sorry if it’s a bit of inconvenience for you,”

“It’s not that! He probably thinks I’m a terrible wife and horrible host! I mean if I knew he was coming, I could have picked him up from the airport or made something a little better than wurst!” Lutz laughed.

“He’s okay with wurst,”  

“And I could have made a better room for him! I feel terrible that he’s in the living room!”

“He’s fine!”

“How long is he staying? I want to make him more comfortable?”

“Well…about that, you see there’s nothing for him to stay in Germany for and well—,”

“You idiot! Now he’s going to think I didn’t want him here because I didn’t make a room for him!” he hits him.

“Ow! Wait you mean he can stay?”

“Of course he can! He’s your father! Ugh! Now he really thinks I’m a terrible host! We need to start talking about this as a couple! I work too! I could have helped!”

“Actually I find your hospitality quite endearing,” Germania was standing by the door with a small smile, “It’s been awhile since I’ve felt so welcomed in one place,”  she reddened, “But I agree, my dummkopft son shouldn’t have been so secretive of my arrival,”

“I didn’t even think you’d come,”

“I came because you and Gilbert actually had the hindsight to finally leave and make a good life for yourselves,”

“Well, we had a good teacher that taught us to have the good sense to know when we’re in too deep and not to stay if we don’t believe in a cause anymore and even if we leave, it doesn’t mean we’re any less German,”

“And it too you years to figure that out,”

“But we did and that’s what really counts, right?” Germania sighed and shook his head and walked away. None of his sons thought about their actions, she was sure of it. Lutz had a burst of pride for a moment until _________ chewed him out again.

“Next time Lutz if you want help with something, PLEASE tell me,” he kissed her hard, shutting her up.

“Katzchen…I’m sorry but I just didn’t want you to think I couldn’t be a provider. It’s my job to make you all comfortable,”

“I know but I work too and I like helping us out in things!”

“I’m sorry Katzchen,”

“I know that but I still love you,”

“I know, so what did that man say to you when you were leaving Santa line?” she huffed.

“He asked if I’ve been naughty or nice and then go into a corner of the mall and made three children instead of two,”

“Dumbass,” he laughed.

Tom and Franz sleepily came downstairs expecting Mutti downstairs making something for breakfast. The image they were greeted with however was their new Grandpa making breakfast. He was in Mutti’s apron and still managed to look so manly, unlike Vati when he was in one. He was frying these buns in oil. They smelt delicious. He would take them out and then sprinkled them with sugar and cinnamon. Franz’s mouth water. Someone who was cooking something delicious like that couldn’t be bad. Tom’s stomach growled. Whatever he was making smelt great. They were interrupted from their thoughts when they saw a plate of Berliner in front of them. They were still piping. They looked up. Germania smiled at them. They cautiously took one.

“They taste like Heaven!” said Franz.

“Yummy!” said Tom.

“If you like, I can show you how to make them, Lieblings,” the boys were slowly starting to warm up to their Grandpa. Soon breakfast was finished. Germania poured them some more milk and gave it to them, “Listen Kinder…I know you two saw what I did the other day…just know I’m not going to sugarcoat what I did and my only regret is that you two saw,”

“Why did you hurt him, Grandpa?” said Tom looking at him.

“Though we have to admit, it was awesome,” said Franz.

“Well, the man who was following me was someone from my past who recognized me,”

“From the war?”

“No…something else. He followed me when I landed in France and I didn’t want him to follow me to my family,”


“Is the man going to be okay?” said Tom

“Well…he’ll be home really soon,”

“He’s in heaven isn’t he?”

“Sorry Lieblings and I’ll understand if you want nothing to do with me,”

“No way!” said Franz, “Vati and Uncle killed people and they’re fine!”

“And you look different when you’re in angry mode!” said Tom, “Like you’re not scary now,”

“And Mutti likes you!” Germania smiled and hugs them both.

“Thank you, kids,”

________________ watched on as Germania helped Franz and Tom decorate their Christmas tree with sweets, ornaments, and candles. The boys took to their Opa happily. Now that Lutz was free for the holidays, he was home more and helping with the Christmas traditions. He took Franz and Gilbert to the woods to get a tree. Franz founds a nice size one and the chopped it down. __________ took Tom to get ornaments and do some last minute shopping. German hung back to cook. Every day they had traditional German and Swiss dishes including Jagerschnitzel and Zürcher Geschnetzeltes.

“So full…” said Tom

“I’m not surprised, you ate three bowls sweetie,” said ___________

“I think I can move either…” said Franz.

“Oh, then I guess we’ll have to ask someone else to help Grandpa decorate the tree,”

“I’m up!” said Franz, “Come on Tom,” he dragged Tom to the living room,” Germania laughed and joined them.

“Aren’t candles dangerous Opa?” said Tom as Germania and Franz placed candles on their tree.

“No! They’re awesome!” said Franz

“But it’ll catch a fire!”

“We only light them at night, Liebling,” said Germania adding the last few.


Afterwards, Germania propped the boys on his knee. He noticed Tom’s cadet hat. He sighed when he remembered when he first got that hat.

“Why do you wear that hat Liebling?”

“It’s like Vati’s hat and if I keep wearing it, I’ll grow up to be big and strong like he is!”  

“You’re already like your Vati when he was your age,” he said ruffle’s Tom’s head.

“Nah uh! Vati’s brave and strong!”

“And actually talks!” said Franz, “And could probably bench press a car!” Lutz grinned from the kitchen hearing his son’s praised of him.

“Nein, your Vati was weak, puny, but scrappy,” _________ chuckled at this, “For a little while, I thought he was going to be a mute but he toughened up. It took awhile but it happens,”

“I hope I can toughen up and be like him!”

“I wanna be like Uncle Gilbert!” Gilbert puffed up and Lutz leered. __________ just shook her head and finished putting dishes away. That evening, Germania tucked the boys in.

“Gute Nacht Kinder,”

“Gute Nacht, Grandpa!” they said as he closed the door. Germania made his way downstairs. He was alone and became more at ease. He’s been alone for such a long it was taking some getting used to. He was glad he was somewhere now where he was wanted and could feel the warmth that he used to feel when the boys were younger. He looked into the fire. He’s been a mercenary for years even after he escaped from Germany and old habits were dying hard. It he wanted to continue, he was going to have to be careful. He would never want to put any of his family in danger, especially the boys. They were filled with innocence, right down to the idea of what their parents and Uncle did in the war.

“Are you okay?” ____________ walked downstairs. He looked up. She was in her (f/c) robe.

“Did I wake you?”

“No, I just though you could use some company,” she sat down next to him, “Especially since you’ve done this for the last few nights,” he smiled.

“It’s just that…I hadn’t seen either of them since the war broke out in our country,” he said looking at the fire, “For a while, I thought they both had perished in the war. When I found out I was on a list for a camp as a traitor, I had to leave, it was the hardest thing I had to do, not only because it was my homeland, but because I had to leave my sons. I was at the Swiss border when Lutz cornered me. From then on, I never thought I’d ever see them again or worst, have to be confronted with the idea of killing one of them because of a grudge from another,”

“I can only imagine how you felt, then again, you did raise them right, and as parents it’s our jobs to let them be and hopefully our teachings values follow them. Lutz didn’t talk about you much but whenever he would give the boys perils of wisdom, it was always something he got from you, not of the party,”

“I suppose you’re right. I should have had more faith in them, especially around that time; then again I knew what they were capable of, especially after working for my country in the war. I’m just glad they finally woke up and I knew you had some kind of hand in it. Lutz is a different man from the last time we’ve met,”

“Well, I was just as foolish during that time myself, Lutz save me more than once,”

“Even trade, you saved him too,” he kissed her forehead, “I can’t repay you enough for that,” she smiled at him, “Come, I’ll make some tea and maybe we can discuss what I can get you for Christmas,”

“I have everything I need, I couldn’t wish ask for anything more,”
Woot! Finally finished n,n!!! Okay this is the final Christmas fic I've been working on for a few weeks n,n I've been wanting to add more to Lutz family especially after :iconaltaira7vn: drew this ADORABLE pic for me… so I REALLY wanted to write something to go with it and it turned into a Christmas story. Let me give a fluff warning, seriously this fic is has a bunch of fluff and things and heartwarming but it does have the 2P luster and Germania so yeah n,n So as always: Enjoy and forgive the mistakes and also....Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and Happy Winter Solstice!!!!! I think that covers everyone if not Happy Holidays!   

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"Liebling. Wake up, Liebling." You heard Ludwig mutter and you groaned, your head feeling like it was split in two. "Are you okay?" He mumbled, stroking some hair from your forehead. Whimpering slightly, you felt him pull you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest. "I think I'll be okay." You rasped, needing to get to work.

You had an important presentation that day and you couldn't miss it. You felt terrible though. Ludwig grimaced, knowing about your predicament. “Give me a shout if you need me.” He told you and after kissing your forehead he went to make breakfast for you both.

You swung your legs over the side of your bed, stumbling to your feet. You really didn’t feel good, but being the good employee you were you dressed yourself.

The moment you walked down the stairs however you quickly realised you were getting hot. Way too hot.

Ludwig watched as you managed to get into your chair before you fell and bit his lip. “I can always call them.” But you shook your head avidly. “N-no, I ne-need to go. It’s important.”

He sighed and set a plate of steaming food in front of you. “Lud, as wonderful as it looks, I don’t think eating some like this is going to help me. I’m sorry.” You said, glancing up at him. Without a word, he took your plate, leaving it on the side to cool.

“If you’re feeling that bad then-“ Placing a finger on his lips, you shook your head. He kissed your finger gently, holding your hand in his own.

“What do you want?” He asked, his blue eyes earnestly gazing into yours. “Just some fruit I think. I’ll be fine after I take some medicine.” Before you could get up however, he stood up and collected your much-needed items. “You know, I am here for a reason.” He muttered, setting the things down on the table next to him.

“I want you to rely on me in situations like this.” Smiling, you nodded thankfully at him. “Open up.” He instructed, getting a spoonful of the medicine. “There we go.” He grumbled as you swallowed, your nose wrinkling in distaste.

“Hey, if it’s bitter it works.”

“I know.” You replied, taking off your shirt. Your legs were getting shivery and as you stood up to go to the back door, they shook violently. Ludwig walked with you, one of his arms around your waist. “I can do this much.” You complained, secretly adoring his caring side.

The crisp morning wind blowing onto your skin, gave you goose bumps, but you weren’t cold. On the contrary in fact, it felt good and the fresh air cleared your head. “Better?” You nodded weakly, closing your eyes.

“I just hope the medicine’ll kick in soon.” You said under your breath. When you didn’t move from your spot in the open door, he started getting worried though. “Aren’t you cold?” Shivers racked your body and as he took hold of your arm he noticed you were really hot.

“That’s it. I’m not letting you go to work.”

Despite your protests, he got you back into bed. “I’m telling you, I’ll be fine!”
“And I’m telling you that when the person I love most is suffering, I can’t stand by and do nothing! Now lie down!” Under his stern gaze, you slacked a sigh and relaxed.

“Fine but only this once.” He chuckled at your remaining defiance, softly pressing a cold cloth to your neck and forehead.

Soothed by his actions, you felt your eyelids drop down, drifting off into sleep.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
Nothing really special, just wanted to convey how I felt this morning. Except I didn't have a handsome German by my side, putting me to bed.

..... I still had to go to school and take an exam.

Anyhow, please enjoy and tell me what you think, feedback is as always greatly appreciated!

EDIT: Wow, this was on the homepage? Thanks so much!

.... Also please don't leave any mean comments, they make me so sad TT.TT
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The two of you lay there in bed, breathless in rapture and simply gazing quite warmly at each other. Cotton sheets lay over you both, folds clinging to your every form and curve. Sharing a wide, white pillow both of you just stared at each other in a comfortable silence. His usually so slicked back hair had become ruffled, hanging over his forehead, which he wrinkled too often for your liking, like curtains of corn coloured gold. The lips which generally were twisted in a frown, or held stiffly like he was in the process of sucking a lemon, were now relaxed. The corners of his mouth were even twitched up in that rare smile he only used to flash at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

The coarse skin of his palm shimmied down your bare back, resting on your side momentarily before skimming back up to your shoulders. “Ludwig?” You were almost saddened to break the quiet that had descended over the two of you, but you broke it as easily like you’d merely touched a rainbow soap bubble and burst it. An almost silent chuckle left him, his nose rubbing against yours gently whilst his soft laugh still rumbled through his chest. “Ja, Liebling?” He answered, pulling back so his blue eyes were trained on your own (e/c) ones. Your next statement was an embarrassing one, you knew that much, but still you couldn’t prevent yourself from voicing it.

“Could you… speak in German for a bit?” You hesitated as you spoke, not knowing what kind of reaction he’d show you. A summery blush broke over his cheeks and he snorted, though a brighter smile displayed itself on his face. “What should I say?” He murmured back and honest to god, the slightly flustered yet happy expression on his face was the most adorable you’d ever seen. “Anything, just…. Anything.” You replied, feeling a blush lacquer your own cheeks.

Your German thought for a short moment, before cocking his head and sitting up. The sheets fell off his shoulders, choosing instead to pool around his waist. Because of his arms around your waist, you too had to sit up. “Well let’s see…. What have we got here….?” He muttered under his breath, one of his hands lifting to cradle your jaw. “Zwei schöne Augen.” His lips were lowered down to kiss both your eyelids, his own eyes closed. You noticed that his voice changed subtly when he started speaking in his mother tongue, making his voice lower and somehow even more alluring to you.

“Und eine niedliche Nase,” he whispered with a soft peck of your nose, “und auch ein himmlischer Mund.” A sudden smirk revealed itself, his teeth tugging in a composed manner on your bottom lip. A subdued squeak sounded, a darker shade of crimson settling on your blush. His eyes twinkled in mirth and he captured your chin in his hand, tilting your head to the side to give you a slow kiss. His other arm circled you and pulled you closer to him. Losing yourself in the kiss, you couldn’t do anything to stop him from falling backwards with you on top of him.

Your lips still sealed together, you fidgeted a little – not wanting to lie on him in such a way. You sat up and broke the kiss, your legs on either side of his body. He pouted, but yanked you back so your chest was touching his. His mouth had found yours once more, making you blush deeply at what his hand was doing – trailing up and down your waist and the back of your thighs.

“Was für eine anzügliche Position,” he purred when your lips were parted, his stare causing your face to flame even brighter. “Und hier haben wir einen Hals,” he pressed his lips ceremoniously to your throat, suckling on your jugular until a faint mark was visible. “Ein verlockendes Schlüsselbein und eine fragile Schulter.” Murmuring his words against your skin caused a tickling sort of sensation, urging a suppressed giggle from you. His lips stretched in a smile, you could feel it against the top of your shoulder.

“Ein weicher Arm,” he commented, sketching out a wiggling path down to the crease of your elbow, past it and down to the inside of your wrist. Tentatively he bit on the fold of skin just before your palm. “Eine zarte Hand.” Grasping your hand firmly with both of his own, he kissed it in the centre. “Die sanften Finger.” By now his voice had become a whisper, a mere breath. He traced down to your ring finger and back up to the knuckle. His last words were full of exaltation, and if you weren’t mistaken you could detect some sort of pride or triumph in his blazing eyes.

“Und ein Ring des Versprechens.”
Going through a German(l)y phase at the moment.... and trying to get over a slight writer's block.
Some of you might recognise the title from one of the polls (god those were useful!).
I think the time I thought this up was during my exams when I was trying to learn all the body parts in German.

Translations (and please feel free to correct me!)

Ja, Liebling = yes, love
Zwei schöne Augen = two beautiful eyes
Und eine niedliche Nase = and a cute nose
Und auch ein himmlischer Mund = and also a heavenly mouth
Was für eine anzügliche Position = what a lewd position
Und hier haben wir einen Hals = and here we have a throat
Ein verlockendes Schlüsselbein und eine fragile Schulter. = A tempting collarbone and a delicate shoulder
Ein weicher Arm = a soft arm
Eine zarte Hand = a tender hand
Die sanften Finger = gentle fingers
Und ein Ring des Versprechens = and a ring of promise

Thank you very much to :iconhyper-otaku: and :icontwoeye: for the correction of the German!

Please enjoy and comment with what you think, feedback is as always appreciated!
Should I put a warning on this? I don't think there's anything 'bad' in it, but someone might read a little too much into the situation in the beginning.... But please, feel free to imagine anything you want ^^
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“You ready?”

“I was born ready.” You told your albino friend with a smirk which he mirrored deviously. “So be it zhen!” With that comment the match started and you both begun to pummel each other’s character.

The button mashing that commenced would have made even Alfred stare at in admiration and shock. Unfortunately though at the last moment Gilbert’s man kicked at ‘your’ legs, making you fall to the ground and as such you lost.

“The usual stakes?” You muttered with a grimace. Snickering like a happy dog, he grinned and nodded. “Great...”

The stakes you always played with were these: if you lost, you had to take an item of clothing off. Kind of like strip poker, but then without the card game and a videogame in its place. So without further ado, you unzipped your hoodie and dropped it to the side.

Goosebumps spread across your skin like wildfire on the forest floor. The room the two of you were sitting in was at the top of the house, the room that Gilbert had transformed into his lair of awesomeness, as he called it.

An old mattress sat on the floor, slouched against an old sofa he’d managed to drag up the stairs. A TV sat on a broken chest of drawers, the Playstation he had whirring in the corner. “Y’okay Frau?” He asked, his arrogant smile right where it belonged; plastered across his face.
“F-fine! Now let me get you back for that!”

Several matches and discarded items of clothing later, Gilbert’s stomach growled loudly, protesting its current unfilled state. You started laughing but were silenced by your own stomach trying to have a conversation with his. Subject of said conversation; ‘Why haven’t we got any nourishment?’

“I’ll go get some, stay right here!” You rolled your eyes, like you were planning on moving anyway. Gilbert sped off, his pants being the only thing he had on. Literally. His underwear was lying on the floor underneath his own jumper, t-shirt and socks.

Your stack of clothes was significantly smaller, though you too had to take off your socks, but instead of taking your t-shirt off, you merely unhooked your bra, sneaking the straps over your arms and off, without granting Gilbert the slightest peak of your bare skin.

Yeah, you were way more awesome than him, no matter what he claimed. The score was 4-3, but you’d had a lot of draws as well.

Gilbert whistled to himself as he walked down to the kitchen, returning with arms filled with all manner of treats. Just as he was about to step onto the stairs, his brother’s cat scooted in front of him, in hot pursuit of Gilbird.

“Nein! Don’t you dare!!” He dropped the food to the ground, chasing the cat away and holding him up to stare into his feline eyes. “Touch Gilbird again and I’ll-“

“You’ll what Bruder?” Ludwig asked, sticking his blond head around the corner. “Uh nozhing!” he handed the cat to his brother who was looking him over sceptically. “....Vhy vhere are your clothes?”

Gilbert chuckled sheepishly. “(y/n) beat me at Tekken.” He explained, a plan sparking in his head when Ludwig blushed at hearing your name. He was so easy to read.

“She’s here?” He asked, shrinking back into his room a bit. Light bulb!

“Ja ja, she is. Now can you help me vith zhis stuff?” He ordered, gesturing at the haphazard pile of junk food. Ludwig wrinkled his nose in distaste, but complied when his brother advanced on him. “Fine...” he sighed, his cheeks pinkening when the both of them got up the stairs and entered Gilbert’s lair.

“You took your time.” You commented flatly, stretching your back as you gave the albino a bored look of indignation.  “O-oh, hi Ludwig! Didn’t see you there.”

You waved at him, your face heating up. Geez he was just too handsome for words. “R-right. I’ll just leave these here.” He muttered, setting the foodstuffs on the floor gently. “Vait vhat zhe hell?”

Both you and Ludwig looked up at Gilbert in alarm. “Vhat?” He was staring intently at his phone, frowning as he scanned the message. “Shit! Got to go! Lud stay vith her vhilst I go bail Francis out!” The albino shouted over his shoulder as he bounded down the stairs, returning to grab his shirt and then he continued.

You jumped when you heard the front door slam, a blank look on your face. “What just happened...?”

Ludwig’s wide eyes closed and he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Zhe frenchie probably got drunk and zhen vent for a drive.”

You rolled on your back, which was the moment that Ludwig noticed the pile of your clothes, the (f/c) bra sitting on top proudly. He turned bright red and averted his eyes. Right, you must’ve lost as well to his brother.

He turned, the banister under his hand as he started to descend. “Wait! Don’t leave me! It’s a matter  of life and death!” You lunged for him, grabbing hold of his foot. “Life und death?” He asked in confusion, looking down at you as you wrapped your arms around his leg.

“Yeah! I mean I might actually bore myself to death! Do you have any idea how painfully slow that is?!”

With a sigh he stooped down and pried your clinging fingers from his ankle. “Fine.” His heart beat loudly when you grinned toothily at him, rolling to your feet and jumping back on the couch. “ ‘kaaaaay! Let’s start!”  

Ludwig came to sit next to you somewhat awkwardly, running a finger along his collar to get some cool air onto his inflamed skin. “So how does zhis vork?” You gaped at him. “You mean you haven’t played this game before?”

He shifted uncomfortably under your stare. “Vell nein. Actually I haven’t played any video-games.”

“Ever?” You asked, your mouth agape. He smiled sheepishly. “Then you’re in for a laugh.” Throwing him his controller, you leaned on his arm and talked him through the controls, not even noticing the large blush on his face.
“Get it now?”

“I zhink so.” He muttered, quite unsure of himself and his capability to ‘kick ass’ as you said. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” You told him, a smirk on your face which made his breath hitch in his throat.

You stared in horror. What. The. Hell.

Ludwig cracked his fingers, rubbing his red thumbs. “Zhey kind of hurt.” He muttered, gently sucking on them to soothe the ache.

He’d beaten you. Every single time. “I thought you said you didn’t play video-games!” He laughed freely. It was nice, you found, usually he’s so straight-laced he wouldn’t even dream of letting loose like this. Seeing this other side of him was quite cute actually, what were you thinking?

Sure he was as handsome as Mount Everest was tall and his blue eyes felt as though they pierced your heart every time you caught them, his smile was charming although it was rare but that just added to the mysterious charm he possessed.

Honestly! Listen to yourself! You slapped your cheeks whilst you shook your head vigorously. “Up for anozher round?” He questioned, not having seen your strange actions. “I’ll beat you this time for sure!”

Patting your head cockily, he smirked. “Just keep telling yourself zhat.” You glared half-heartedly at him, climbing into his lap. “A handicap! Let’s see if you can keep on winning!” After having settled yourself on him, you leant your head back so it rested on his shoulder.

He tensed up even more, a wild blush painting his cheeks and ears a deep red. You felt so soft, he could barely contain his happiness that you were actually touching him. It felt so intimate, almost as if you trusted him not to do anything which was something he couldn’t promise now that your scent was sending his mind haywire.

Because of that his reactions slowed down, yet he still managed to beat you. With a growl you turned in his lap and stared him straight in the eye. No matter how handsome he was, him beating you at games was pissing you off.

“Why are you so good at it?” You said almost as if to yourself, leaning closer to him to examine him more closely. He looked at you in alarm, cringing when you poked his hot cheek. “And why are you overheating? You don’t have a fever do you?”

Before Ludwig could say anything, you pressed your forehead against his. “You feel very hot.” You muttered, squeaking when he grabbed hold of your hips. “Hey what’s the big ide-“

Another squeak was omitted as he pressed his lips against yours roughly, his eyes closed in bliss. After a second of freezing and not responding, you relaxed. Leaning onto him, you stroked down his neck with your own aching thumbs, kissing back softly. With a breathless pant, his lips quirked up in one of his heart-stopping smiles.

He nuzzled into your neck, happily nipping and kissing your skin again. With a sigh you took hold of his head and pushed him away, gently though. “I’m not kissing you anymore. Not until I’ve beaten you.”

He was about to open his mouth when you stopped him with a finger in front of his parted lips. “And don’t even think of going easy on me. That would defeat the point.”

Despite his grumbling, he nodded and allowed you to twist back to face the TV. However you didn’t manage to beat him, not even close; which meant you were still sleepily trying to mash buttons. That didn’t work so well, especially seeing as you were snoring away gently on Ludwig’s chest.

“Honestly zhat voman.....” The blonde caressed your cheek, holding you steady as he reached for the remote to turn off the glowing TV. He lay you down softly on the mattress, scanning the room for some covers which he eventually found hidden in a dusty corner.

After successfully removing all dust by shaking it quite a few times, he draped it over you. Snuggling into the cover happily, your breathing evened out and you sighed contentedly. He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

He lay down beside you on the sofa meaning he was up higher than you, his hand capturing yours and entangling them. His feet hung off the side of the sofa not that he really minded as he gazed down at you, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Gott, I need some sleep....” Gilbert muttered, cracking his back. Francis had been quite drunk even though he protested, saying; “You’re not drunk if it’s only wine.” What an excuse that was. He hadn’t been arrested by the cops, that was just something convenient he could use to leave you and his brother alone.

“I hope zhey zank zhe awesome me.” He exclaimed, sneaking up the stairs in case he was interrupting something. When he didn’t hear anything, not even the TV he stood up from his crouch and came to see what you were doing.

He chuckled when he saw you two, ruffling his white hair. “I’m just too awesome as a matchmaker.”
Inspired by my playing Tekken at a friend's house ^^ (It was soo fun!)

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Now that your suffering was finally over, you were holding your precious newborn son to yourself, with hot tears of happiness on your cheeks. You were the happiest on earth and you gently stroked his tiny back. He was already bathed and now covered in a blue blanket.

Only your husband, Ludwig was missing. He left his workplace as soon as he get to know that your son was on his way but he still got stuck in traffic jam and now he could be somewhere in his car and probably cussing.

You just kept hugging and stroking your little baby as he peacefully rested on your chest. You haven't even given him a name yet so you started thinking about the best choice. You and Ludwig had a few names on your minds but you still couldn't pick the best one.

You sighed loudly, accidentally making your tiny man squirm and whimper. "Awww, no, no, don't worry, was mommy too loud?" You whispered, trying to reassure the poor scared boy. You moved your head closer to his face and planted a soft kiss carefully on his forehead.

When you slowly pulled away, that was when you saw your baby's eyes open for the very first time. You gasped softly and held him a bit tighter, not to scare him again.

They weren't the color you expected. The pale skin and the fair hair wasn't special at all but you never thought that crimson colored eyes would look back at you.

After you came back to earth you smiled and gently caressed his cheek with your thumb. "You really surprised mommy now, my little albino." You spoke to him quietly. You knew that albinism was inherited in interesting ways but you never expected your own child to become like this. Not like you minded it at all.

"Miss, your husband has just arrived, he'd like to see you." You suddenly heard from a nurse and you waited excitedly for Ludwig to enter the room and he did so in the next second.

"Liebe!" He rushed to your bed and squatted down to see you and his son's face from closer. "Hi honey, look what I got for you." You smiled, slightly uncovering the baby.

He looked at him with the most honest smile you've ever seen from anyone. He didn't say anything but the look on his face spoke instead him. You couldn't see properly but meanwhile the little one closed his eyes, not revealing his little secret in front of his daddy. You only noticed the sudden surprised look on your husband's face.

"Red? I'm disappointed, he shouldn't look like his crazy uncle." He sighed. "He might turn out like him." But he was smiling the whole time while he was speaking, of course he didn't care about what his soon looked like. You giggled softly. "It's in your family and so was it in mine it seems. Hey, Luddy..." You whispered with a coy smile on your face. "Yes my dear?" "Can we name him Gilbert?" You giggled.

He grinned and let out a big sigh. "No way, Liebe. One of my brother is more than enough." "But pleaaaaase." You pouted cutely. "Oh no, what about the names we talked about?" "But..." You realised you have to make a compromise. Maybe that would work.

"Can it be his middle name at least? You can choose the first name and everyone will be happy." Ludwig let out another sigh but since he loved you so much... He agreed.

You cheered quietly and stroked your sleeping baby's back gently. And your sweet little son got the name ___________ Gilbert Beilschmidt. But you agreed with your Luddy, you sometimes had the craziest ideas ever.

When Gilbert got to know how his nephew was named after 'the awesome him', you could hear his silly 'kesesese' laugh in the phone. Of course he was happy and he wanted to see the baby as soon as possible, but only after celebrating his birth with Antonio and Francis.
all I have is one thing to tell people... no, reader didn't screw Gilbert
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It was another boring afternoon. You were sitting at the window and staring outside, waiting for Ludwig to return from his daily jog. You didn't want to go with him and you were so bored now. You should have gone with him, at least you wouldn't be alone like that. You sighed and looked up at the sky. Black clouds were gathering, it was going to rain very soon. You hoped that Ludwig will come back before it starts raining but a few seconds later you saw that it was already drizzling. Just a minute later it was already raining heavily. You could guess that Ludwig won't be very happy.
You stayed at the window hoping he would appear soon. It continued raining in the same way for another 15 minutes and he was still nowhere. Of course, he would never skip his training, weather never mattered to him. So you waited and waited. It took a while when you finally noticed him arriving. You smiled, grabbed a towel and went to the door.
"Welcome back." You said in the moment he entered the house and you put the towel on his head.
"Danke." He said shortly and fixed the towel on his head. He seemed a bit annoyed but you expected that.
You kissed his cheek softly and smiled.
"Go and change quickly, I don't want you to catch a cold."
"Ja, I'll go." And with that, he left you there and he went to the bedroom.
You walked back to the living room and sat on the couch and waited there for him. He returned a minute later and sat next to you, still with the towel on his head and he leaned back. You turned towards him and started gently drying his hair.
"So how was the jog?"
"I hate this stupid rain. But that can't be an excuse for skipping training."
"I knew you wouldn't come home earlier just because of it. And then you got all soaked."
He just closed his eyes and pulled the towel off his head and put it next to him. You giggled softly at his messy hair and because it was wet too, it looked even sexier.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Nothing." You said as you stroked his hair with a smile on your face. "I just like your hair like this."
"Thank you."
You didn't like him being so moody so you decided to cheer him up and you opened your arms for a hug towards him. He slowly turned his head to you, let out a loud sigh and leaned against you, laying his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and continued gently stroking his still a bit wet hair. He closed his eyes and soon he slowly put his arms around your waist too. It was still raining and the sounds of the rain and cuddling with Ludwig like that made you so relaxed. You closed your eyes too and lay your head on his and caressed his cheek.
"Are you feeling a little better now?" You asked quietly.
"Mhm." He nodded, nuzzling your chest.
You blushed a little but you were happy about that answer and his voice really seemed calmer.
"I'm glad. Ich liebe dich, Ludwig."
"Ich liebe dich auch."
You lifted your head up and brushed the hair away from his forehead and planted a kiss on it softly. You heard a contented sigh from him in response. He couldn't hide that he was enjoying what you were doing to him. To make sure not to leave him in bad mood you continued kissing him. A few more times on his forehead as you kept stroking his hair, on his nose, his cheeks, your kisses getting slower and longer.
You looked at him and noticed that his breathing got deeper and slower too. You thought he fell asleep and you wanted to make sure of that. You leaned down again and kissed the corner of his lips and waited for his reaction. He lifted his head up a very little, trying to finally kiss you before you pull away. You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek and kissed him softly. He kissed you back and when he parted his lips and tried to slide his tongue into your mouth, you did that to him instead. Surprisingly he didn't refuse and let you do what you wanted. So you continued kissing him slowly and passionately. He didn't do much, just enjoyed the way you pleased him.
Soon you felt him stopping and you pulled away from the kiss and looked at him again.
"Luddy?" You whispered but he stayed quiet.
He was already asleep. You hugged him tightly to yourself and let him lie on you as he slept. You really loved this side of your strong and brave and whatnot lover.
here you have a sleepy cute and snuggly Ludwig <3
just a short thing I made of boredom :3
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It's been already twelve years you heard nothing about him. You were just a little girl when he left to war and you heard nothing about your stepfather anymore since then. And because he couldn't take care of you anymore, he asked Elizabeth to let you live with her. So she raised you, she was your stepmother, a wonderful one. She took care of you instead of Ludwig in the past twelve years and you still lived at her.

And as time passed, you slowly forgot about your stepfather, you knew he was either dead or he simply abandoned you. He never sent letters so you could never know what happened to him. You forgot what he looked like and you only had faded memories of your life with him before you got to Hungary. But you didn't care anymore. You had a happy life in Elizabeth's house and you thought you'd never ever leave her.

That morning started just like the usual ones. Sleepily in your sleepwear and rubbing your eyes, you walked slowly into the kitchen. "Reggelt... (Morning...)" You groaned, expecting to meet your mom in there but as you opened your eyes, you stepped back immediately.

Elizabeth was nowhere to be found, but there was a stranger sitting at the table, a blond man with icy blue eyes and he seemed just as surprised as you were. You quickly pulled your arms in front of your chest as you were trying to think of something to say.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I th..." "Guten Morgen." You were cut off by the calm greeting. This stranger smiled at you but you were just looking down, blushing deeply, you didn't like to be seen in your sleepwear my strangers.

"Guten Morgen." You mumbled in German, in the same language the man spoke to you. The same language your stepfather taught you. "Tut mir leid, ich wusste nicht, dass wir Gäste haben. (I'm sorry, I didn't know we're having guests.)"

And you stood there still nervously but you decided to look up at the man again to see how he really was. He seemed pretty tall and strong and along with that, he was quite handsome too. But the way he looked at you was somehow weird.

"Kein Problem." You heard from him before noticing Elizabeth who stepped into the kitchen with a wide smile on her face. You looked at her, waiting for explanation.

"Ó, végre felébredtél, örülök neki. (Oh, you're finally awake, I'm glad.)" She walked behind you and put her hands onto your shoulders and you just blinked in confusion again. What was going on? "____________, Ismered itt ezt a férfit? (Do you know this man here?)" You shook your head. "Nem, még sohasem láttam, fogalmam sincs... Ki ő? (No, I have never seen him before, I have no idea... Who is he)?" You looked at her.

She waited a bit longer before answering your question. "A neve Ludwig Beilschmidt." That name hit you. He had the same surname as you did. Why? You quickly looked at the man who was now standing not very far from you. "Ő a te apád, kedvesem. (He's your father, my dear.)"Elizabeth said finally. "Visszatért a háborúból és érted jött. (He has returned from the war and he came for you.)"

You simply couldn't believe your ears. You looked at her again, then back at the man who was now called your father. Did she really just say what you heard? Was it just some bad joke? He seemed pretty serious. He slowly opened his arms with a gentle smile on his face. "Erkennst du mich jetzt? (Do you recognize me now?)" He asked softly.

For a few seconds it all was just too much for you. You just woke up five minutes ago, a stranger saw you in shorts and a loose shirt and now you were told it was your father who returned to you after twelve long years.

As you soon realised what happened, tears welled up in your eyes. After looking at the ground for a while, you looked back at Ludwig and you bit your lip. "Vati?" Your lips trembled as you asked that one word, a word you couldn't be able to use in the past years.

"Ja." He nodded. "Es ist schon lange her. (It's been a while.)" You bit your lip again before you bursted out crying, ran to him and glomped him, almost tackling him. You were happy, infinitely happy. You never thought you'd ever see him again and now there you were, crying in his strong arms that wrapped around you and held you tightly against his warm body.

You screamed into his shirt and sobbed as loudly as never before. You were close to twenty and you cried like a baby. But who cared then? Elizabeth behind you was just watching you two and wiped small tears off of her cheek and he buried his face into your hair too as he held you in such a tight hug that it made you a bit wonder how he didn't break you.

Only after a few minutes could you lift your face up but you were still crying. Ludwig wiped your tears away from your red cheeks as you stared up at him. "Alles ist in Ordnung. Ich bin hier jetzt. (Everything's alright. I'm here now.)" He whispered and you gulped before you could speak again.

"Vati... Wo warst du? Ich dachte, dass du schon lange tot bist! Weißt du wie sehr ich dich vermisst habe?! VATI! (Dad... Where have you been? I thought you were dead for so long! Do you know how much I missed you?! DAD!" And you kept crying and crying uncortollably. And it felt so good to speak the language you have almost forgotten after not using it for such a long time. Well, Elizabeth only taught you Hungarian and that's how you two only talked since you learned it pretty well.

Ludwig didn't answer long, he gave a few soft kisses onto your face and promised that he will tell everything later. He wanted to make you calm first, he hated how he had to see you cry again, just like on the day he left you. There was only one big difference, that the little girl disappeared and now a beautiful lady replaced her. And she was the most wonderful in his eyes.

On the same day he took you home, back to the house you two lived at before. You could see your old room again, with toys on the ground, a castle painted on the wall and your small bed you spent so many peaceful nights in. The only problem with the bed was that it was way too small for you now. It was designed for a little girl which you weren't anymore.

It was decided quickly, Ludwig said he was fine with sleeping on the couch until he got you a new bed and you could sleep in his. But that didn't mean you had to stay away from the couch. You were sitting on it too when Ludwig walked to you and first he just sat next to you, then he laid his head just above your chest and he lay comfortably on the couch. He wrapped his arms around your waist too and he kept you close to himself again.

It was still somehow weird, you still couldn't really get used to the thought that he was your father whom you missed so much all the time. And the way he held you and snuggled you was something you rather imagined with your boyfriend, which you didn't have. He was still a bit just an attractive man who was now holding you in an affectionate way. But you didn't mind at all.

You could see how tired he was and you gently stroked his hair, trying your best to make him relax. Without thinking too much about yourself, you knew that you were the most important to him now. And you had no idea how much he worried about you too while he couldn't be with you.

You held him, your hero, tightly to yourself and lay your head on his. You only realised how much you missed this while resting on that couch. He was the one who meant the most to you, even though he couldn't raise you. And he also hated how he couldn't be there with you to watch you grow up.

You two just wanted those years back and it hurt to think of that that will be never possible. You had to start a whole new life that was completely different from the one you led before. And it was like you have already felt the changes.
this is actually a sequel to my older story, Germany X Child!Reader No Need To Be Scared ( [link] )
Iiiii intend to turn this into a lemon in the next and last part buuuut first I want to see if anyone's interested about that. It's not really incest to I'm calm about this idea. oh well...
oh and I just gave you a free German & Hungarian lesson, have fun <3 btw, I have to admit, I hate when people use google translator for German and they make brothers talk in a formal way >.> wah...
if you need more translations, feel free to ask
oh and :iconmizu1993: your job is to correct my German right now :)

part 2: [link]
part 3: [link]
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You were just trying to give your new neighbor his mail. It was turning out to be more of an ordeal than you had thought. After you had waited a good five minutes or so, you went around to the back door, considering you hadn’t heard him leave. You supposed the mailman had gotten the address wrong with the new name and all, and given it to you instead.

So now, mail in hand, you made your way to the backyard. What you weren’t expecting was to be tackled by dogs. First a doberman knocked you over and growled at you menacingly, then was backed up by a german shepherd and golden retriever. What they weren’t expecting was for you to withhold squeals at their cuteness. You stayed in your pose of submission, and eventually the doberman got off of you. Quickly, but with slow cautious movements, you reached into your bag and brought out a bag of sample dog treats you had gotten for your trip to the animal shelter today.

Soon you were giggling as you had made three new friends. They raced around you, and you just sat there, trying to show them you weren’t any threat. Dogs could be dangerous, you knew that very well. But you also could tell that these guard dogs were real sweeties under their harsh exterior.

You wrestled lightly with the three, throwing a tennis ball or playing tug-of-war every once in a while too. You forgot why you were there, really, and had no clue what was going on inside the house.


“BRUDER!” Gilbert hollered, trying desperately to get the man’s attention.

Ludwig stuck his head into the kitchen, a headache already forming. “Vhat is it?”

“Your-Your stupid mutts are mauling our neighbor!” Gil yelled, pointing in horror to the scene outside their kitchen window.

All Ludwig could see was a woman screaming, pinned under Blackie. He burst outside to help her, but found her in a fit of giggles as Aster licked her face and Blackie fought for her attention as well.

Ludwig was stunned to say the least. He stopped in his tracks, just watching her. That was, until Gilbert came to yell at him more, “Vhy aren’t you helping zhe frau!? She’s going to die!”


“Vhy aren’t you helping zhe frau!? She’s going to die!” The yell brought you out of your revery playing with the dogs, and you realized where you were.

Then you shot up, looking at the two surprisingly attractive men staring at you. You tried to fix your (h/c) hair from rolling around so much, and the three dogs cowered behind you at the sight of their master. Sensing their fear, you scratched the doberman behind the ear and patted the german shepherd comfortingly. You smiled and got up to grab the forgotten mail.

Grinning sheepishly, you made your way up the porch stairs. You handed the men their mail, and tried not to fall over the dogs as they followed their newly chosen protector. Scratching the back of your neck, you said sheepishly, “I- um... I think I got your mail by mistake. Are you the Beilschmidts?”

“Ja. Frau, how are you alive?” the albino asked you bluntly.

Your brow creased, “How so?”

“Mein bruder’s stupid guard dogs should have killed you!” he almost yelled at you. It made the blond beside him swell with anger, and in turn make the dogs at your feet uncomfortable.

Sinking down to the dogs, you patted them reassuringly, and said with rage controlled to make the animals more comfortable, “These beautiful creatures aren’t stupid. If anything I’d have to say you were for not realizing their intelligence. And for thinking they would actually kill me. From what I saw they’re trained to subdue attackers, not actually hurt anyone.”

He stared at you for a moment, almost like he didn’t understand your retort, but then he just shook his head and walked away.

The blond stared down at you, utterly confused. “You... You stood up for my dogs. And you got my stupid bruder to shut his trap.”

Not really knowing how to respond to that, you just smiled and handed him the stack of mail, “Your mail?”

“Ja, danke.” he said dismissively, still staring at you in awe.


She was beautiful, she got his brother to shut up and walk away in a matter of seconds, and she loved dogs. Ludwig was entranced. Grinning lightly, (e/c) eyes sparkling and distracted by the dogs, she said, “Your dogs are beautiful.”

Snapped out of his reverie, he smiled back, unsure of what to say to the compliment really meant for his dogs.

But she went on, “I’d be happy to look after them if you ever need a sitter.”

“Oh, zhat vould be great.” Ludwig said, ready to take any opportunity to see you more.


“Und zhat’s how I met your mutti.” Ludwig said to his children. “After zhat I asked her to dog sit, und eventually ve began dating.”

You snuck up behind Ludwig, a smile on your face. “Yeah, but I had to wait three months for him to get the guts to ask me out.”

Smiling you watched as your husband whipped around to face you, a light blush on his cheeks. You sat beside him ruffling hair of Ludwig and your youngest. He had Ludwig’s blond hair, and your (e/c) eyes. But your daughter, sitting on Ludwig’s other knee had your (h/c) and Ludwig’s shining icy blue eyes.

The little boy asked you, “Mutti, was Vatti worth waiting for?”

You grinned.

Hope you like dogs! Now, go brush your teeth so you don't get cavities children, I know you weren't expecting anything this sweet from me. I know, I know, I should have killed someone, right? Oh well... I'll just go write something meaningful or smexy or sad to make up for it...


I fully endorse this as the sequel: [link] Tis by ~LollitaCaramel

:iconlollitacaramel: commented that to me on here... And I pretty much died laughing. I laugh way too much...


Can you tell I’m trying different points of view so I don’t spend the rest of my life writing reader inserts?

Anyway. What’s this? I’m finishing old stories on my desktop? Well, I must be putting off all my homework, right? No? It’s all finished?

Welp. Better get the chainsaws, it’s time for the zombie apocalypse.

Since I’m doing shit I should probably go do requests.... Or paint my nails. I think I’ll paint my nails. I haven’t in a while...


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You belong to Mother Russia, da?
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You are cordially invited to

the seventy-fifth annual

Beilschmidt Ball

You stared at the fancy invitation in your hand, making Ludwig, the one so kind enough to deliver it personally to you and only you, almost anxious enough to dance back and forth, from foot to foot in anticipation. He prompted after your long, deafening silence, “So? Vill you come?” Almost as soon as he said it, he wanted to continue to babble on, to tell you you didn’t need to come, he didn’t care if you were there, but his voice was caught in his throat just looking at you.

Ludwig Beilschmidt had the biggest crush on you, and he couldn’t manage to express his feelings whatsoever. He was practically terrified that someone would steal you away before he ever got a chance to speak his mind, but would never have been the man to take away your happiness in trying to fulfill his.

And you were oblivious. There was no way this gorgeous, ripped, sexy, not to mention wealthy and sophisticated man would be into you, right? He was far out of your reach, and you were quite happy being friends. Not that you didn’t think about being more, who wouldn’t? You weren’t too keen on revealing that you had no idea how to dance, or that you had no fancy dresses, or anything fancy at all, really. But you kept your pride in saying, “I really wish I could...”

“But?” he asked, a tad too eagerly.

Deciding to only reveal the first of your problems you told him, “I can’t dance to save my life.” A goofy grin spread across your face to attempt to get him to smile back. “I’d only make a fool of myself.”

“Vell... I could teach you.” he said, rather brightly, when taking into consideration his usually somber mood. In fact he always brightened up around you. To him, you were like no other...

Your (e/c) eyes widened in surprise, and Ludwig couldn’t help but to admire the late afternoon sun setting off in the distance that filled them with a warm glow. As thoughts filled your mind of Ludwig and you spinning around alone in a ballroom, his hair falling out of place, his little smile at your faults, a little blush crossed your cheeks and you said with a smile, “That sounds great.” Then you remembered, “I still don’t have anything to wear.”

Ludwig smiled back at you, “If zhat’s all, I’m sure ve can vork somezhing out.” He really wanted you at this affair. These balls were usually dreadfully boring without someone to chat with. And he was sure you would be a wonderful dancer if you put in the effort.

“Then I’d love to come.” you told him, holding the invitation to your chest as you turned to leave. “But I really have to be headed home. See you soon!”

He watched you run off for a moment, then recalled something else. “Vait! _____!”

Turning back you looked at him curiously. He went on shouting after you, “Vould you like to come over to my house tomorrow for a dance lesson?”

“Sure!” you yelled back, always exuberant to make plans with the lovely German.

The next day you stood  shifting from foot to foot awkwardly at the foot of the massive Beilschmidt mansion, unsure of what exactly to do. Until of course you were bombarded with the happiest, most hyper Italian the world had ever seen. “_____!” Feliciano bounded out of the house to see you, catching you in a strong hug that near knocked you off your feet.

“Hi, Feli!” you said with a grin, lightly hugging him back.

“Ah!” he said with a wide smile, kissing both your cheeks and bringing a blush to each, “It’s-a wonderful to see you, bella!”

Feliciano released you and took a step back, both of you entirely unaware of the German glowering at his back. “It’s great to see you too!” you exclaimed, smiling at him brightly. It really was a surprise; you had no idea he was back from his trip to Italy.

Ludwig hated the animosity he was feeling towards your mutual friend at the moment, but couldn’t seem to help it. Of course he didn’t hear Feli say, “So, you-a got him to give you dance lessons?” while he raised his eyebrows scandalously. He might have winked, if his eyes weren’t inexplicably, perpetually closed.

“Yeah,” you said, “hopefully I don’t step on his feet too hard.” Both of you laughed, and Feli bade his farewells to you two little lovebirds, sincerely happy for you.

Ludwig turned to you, now elated to have you to himself. You smiled back at him, and asked politely, “Where should we go?”

“Come with me.” he said, leading you into his large home. Once he got to a large set of two doors he stopped, turning back to you and giving a little mock bow. Extending his hand out to you he asked, “May I have zhis dance?”

Giggling softly you took his hand with a little false curtsy, “Of course, kind sir.”

He smiled at you warmly and pushed open the double doors to reveal a gigantic ball room. The walls were ornate and had intricate designs, with little beams of light dashed over them from the large chandelier hanging down from the ceiling and catching the light. After leading you to the center of the room he asked, “Shall ve begin?”

“Of course.” you said, smiling back.

Ludwig delicately took your left hand and placed it on his shoulder. Then he took your right hand in his, and set his other hand on your shoulder blade. It was all very gentlemanly, nothing like the vulgar activities now seen at most dances, and you didn’t think there could have been a more chivalrous person alive at that particular moment.

He taught you the box step very slowly, giving you very calm directions until you got it right. Ludwig made sure you understood each step completely before moving on to try it a bit faster. When he thought you had gotten the hang of the basics, Ludwig went over and turned on the sound system. Instantaneously you were surrounded with gorgeous music.

Dancing wasn’t as hard as you had first imagined, and you never even stepped on his feet like they do in bad movies. Every second with him made you smile, and the ballroom was soon filled with swelling beautiful music as well as laughter.

Ludwig seemed to be enjoying himself, taking it upon himself to lead you and make sure he never let you go. Spinning you around and around he showed you more complicated moves. He stayed in the lead and made sure you knew what you were doing. Certainly, it was rather difficult for him to focus with you so close to him, practically up against him, laughing cutely with your shining (h/c) hair swaying with every twist and turn. Somehow, however, he managed and soon lost track of time completely, drinking in your presence.

But all too soon the sun started to set once again, prompting your mind to stray to those awaiting your arrival back at your own humble abode. “Ludwig?” you asked.

“Ja?” he almost hummed, so lost in the dancing and the music.

You smiled as he spun you around once again, “It’s getting rather late.”

He nodded, “Oh, of course.” Ludwig set you upright and released you, allowing you to take into full view how his hair had indeed fallen out of place. It was probably the sexiest thing you had ever seen. After he turned off the music, he led you out of his home again. It wasn’t all pleasantries; in such a massive place you might have actually gotten lost.

You turned back to give him a tight hug as you were about to leave. “Thank you so much for teaching me, Luddy. I had a lot of fun today.”

A warm blush crossed his cheeks at the contact and the nickname and he hugged you back. “It vas no problem, liebe.” he told you. You broke the hug and smiled up at him, pecking him quickly on the cheek before you left for good.

“I’ll see you at the ball, Luddy!” you said with a wave, giggling at how he stood there, awestruck, with a hand on his cheek. He really was too cute.

You and Ludwig arranged to meet up a couple hours or so before the ball so he could get you something nice for you to wear.

You thought he was just going to ask for your size and get one of his friends to loan him something, but in actuality he went out and got something especially tailored for you. It was a sleek black number that hung off you just right and would make even the toughest have a bloody nose.

The night of the ball you got all dressed up in a spare room in the Beilschmidt’s home. You had on the dress, some heels just low enough for you to be comfortable and dance in, and a light dusting of makeup to accentuate your features.

As you were fitting a golden chain with a single rose hanging off it around your neck, there was a light knock on your door. “Come in!” you welcomed, almost ready to go down and join the beginnings of the party.

Ludwig cracked the door open and saw you first in the vanity. In the reflection he saw you smile warmly at him, so he came in further. “How are you doing?” he asked, almost breathless at your, well, breathtaking appearance.

“I’m almost done.” you said, having trouble with the clasp of the necklace. He strode over to you and took the delicate gold in his hands, recalling that he was the one who gave you that rose necklace for your birthday many years ago. After fastening it correctly, he moved to the side and you faced him fully a smile still on your face. “Thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, liebe.” he said, smiling back at you. Ludwig then asked, “Vould you like to accompany me downstairs? It vill be awfully boring vizhout you.”

You took his arm, saying, “Oh, you’re too sweet.”

He led you downstairs and out into the middle of the dance floor. When the music started up again, you felt like you were back in the same room a few days ago, without all the people and food, twirling around alone with Ludwig. Everything else melted away, and you became lost in his gaze.

People around you stepped aside to watch the two of you dance together. The both of you were a stunning couple, and there was passion in every step. The energy you two gave off was infectious and it seemed like everyone was just in a brilliant, exhilarated mood.

After a long while of dancing, Ludwig pulled you off to the side while the other guests were busy clapping at the end of a song.

He led you out onto a balcony, the stars glimmering in the sky as you were illuminated by the crescent moon. You looked up at him, a bit confused as to why he brought you out here. “Is something wrong, Ludwig?”

“No,” he shook his head, “everything is perfect. You look stunning.” He still hadn’t let go of your hand, and squeezed it tightly in an attempt to show you he really meant it.

A little blush crossed your cheeks and you gave him a small true and genuine smile, “You look great too, Luddy.”

“_____, I-I think ich liebe dich.” he stammered, a blush on his cheeks.

But his confidence grew as you said, “I love you too, Luddy.”

And with that he kissed you, sending your mind into extreme shock.

You never thought this would happen, while you felt his soft lips caressing yours in what seemed like the most perfect, everlasting moment.

Back in the ball room you could hear Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, and over the balcony you could hear actual fireworks.

He broke away from you with a grin and you let out a quick pant. The fireworks still went on behind you, the finale to the annual ball, and you were absolutely stunned.


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Okay, pieces like this are so good for me! Even if they're kind of cheesy and fluffy. Oh well. It got me back into Tchaikovsky and classical music altogether for some reason, and since I’m reading things other than fanfiction again it allowed me to actually seem eloquent for once (I hope).


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You lay back on your bed, feeling the effects of your country's depression taking their toll on you. Your economy was in shambles, your government was corrupt, your people were suffering, and it was all piling up to make you horribly ill.

But you were a part of the Axis now, and you were doing everything you could to stay strong for them. The depression you could deal with. You could brush it off and smile away the pain, to make your allies not worry about you. Now that you could barely move, you were worried. What if Germany, the unofficial leader of your little group, now saw you as useless and threw you out in the cold? You were determined to hide this from the others at all costs.

The comforter around you did nothing to ease your chills, and your house was drafty and falling to shreds due to your economic troubles. Then your phone rang out, and you rose to grab it, taking the comforter around your shoulders. After hitting the button, you coughed for a second and watched the blood splatter your hands. Assuming it was your doctor, specialized in dealing with countries, you asked, "Hey, doc? Coughing up blood is bad, right?" No response followed. "Dr. Carrey?" you asked again, almost expecting to hear an automated voice or something.

"_____, are you really coughing up blood?" Germany's voice rang out over the other line.

"Dammit," you muttered, trying to think of some reasonable excuse for your words, "uh, no, I was just watching some stupid American T.V. where they brushed it off like it was normal."

Germany said, "I called to ask vhy you veren't at training today." He sounded concerned with something. Probably that you would fall behind.

"That was today?" you asked, so lost in this sickness you hadn't been able to think of much else. "Sorry, Germany. I guess I forgot."

You sounded exhausted, and you were trying your best to be upbeat. His tone said he wasn't buying it, "Zhat's not like you. Vhat's going on?"

"I-uh I've just been really busy. Listen, you probably guessed I'm expecting a call from my doctor, I'm sorry about missing training but I really can't talk right now." you said, trying to end this conversation. It was uncomfortable enough talking to his usually silent self in person, over the phone it was just weird.

Germany continued prodding, which was quite weird for him, "Vhy do you need a doctor, _____?"

"I-" you were cut off by another coughing attack. You put the phone face down on the bed and tried to control it as the blood splattered the crook of your arm. Finally you were able to stop, but looking at all the blood on you pajamas was sickening. "Holy shit that's a lot of blood..." Speaking of sickening things, you had to vomit. You picked up the phone, and tried to clear your throat, only succeeding in coughing once more. "Germany, I have to go."

"Vait! _____, vhat vas all zhat? Are you ok-" you pulled the phone away from your ear shakily, hung up, and ran to the bathroom.

What you didn't know, was that instead of hanging up you hit the speaker phone button.


"I-" you started coughing. The sound was terrifying to Germany, and he couldn't place why. It got quieter, and he thought you had set down the phone. He remained perfectly silent, waiting for an indication to do something. Your coughs died down, and he could feel relief wash over him. Then fear gripped him once more as you said clearly, even muffled by the bed, "Holy shit that's a lot of blood." Germany, paralyzed with an unknown fear, could only sit there waiting to hear more. He heard you pick up the phone, then clear your throat. Which only made you cough more. It was agony hearing you in such pain, then you just said, "Germany, I have to go."

"Vait! _____, vhat vas all zhat? Are you okay? Do you need help?" Germany roared into the phone, but just heard you press a button then the rustle of fabric. Over the line he heard light unsteady footsteps, then the sound of a toilet seat moving. Then horrifying retching.

Germany was shocked, and just sat there. Until you said quietly, "Vomiting blood. That's new..."

Then he shot upright, grabbing his car keys. Keeping the cellphone pressed to his ear, he started driving towards your house. When after the five minute drive, with him driving like a maniac, he hadn't heard you make a sound, he hung up. Pulling into your drive way he quickly parked and went into your house, not yet noticing how tumbledown and broken it had become. "_____!" he called out, once inside the little house. Hearing no response he made his way to your bathroom, having been here before. "_____, vhere are you?"

He hesitantly opened the bathroom door, a small blush on his cheeks, but it all faded away when he saw you crumpled in a ball shaking on the bathroom floor surrounded by blood spatter. Germany rushed to your side. He put a hand on your shoulder then shuddered, feeling how icy your skin was. Gathering your shivering frame up in his arms, he moved to take you to your bedroom. Then he noticed the state of your house. It was almost colder in than it was outside, and the comforters on your bed looked thin. Nonetheless he grabbed one and wrapped it around you crudely, trying to keep you warm. He carried you out to his car. Once you were shrouded in the cabin's warmth and driving away, you opened your eyes. Germany heard you ask lightly to no one in particular, "Did the Allies kidnap me?"

"Nein, _____. Your house is much too cold. It is not fit to live in anymore. You vill stay vith me until you recover, ja?" Germany said softly.

You frowned. "I don't want to bother you, Germany." you said, looking exhausted, but started coughing. Germany could see you covering your mouth with the blanket, then noticed your disgusted face as you examined the blood on it. "That's not good." you whispered.

"Nein. Nein, it's not. Let me help you, _____."

His icy blue stare remained on the road, you he couldn't see your face when you said, "You shouldn't waste your time on me. I'll only drag all of the Axis down."


Germany was silent for a time, but then he surprised you. "How can you say zhat?"

Your throat ached, and your body was racked with pain. You were holding back the violent coughing as best you could, but it was difficult, so you could only make a small, "Hm?" in acknowledgement.

"You are a part of the Axis. You von't drag us down, ve vill pull you back up." he said, pain in his voice. You guessed that he felt bad, and couldn't find the words to let you go. He had shown you his soft side before, he continually tolerated Italy for one...

Swallowing all the pain, you said, "I'm not worth the trouble. I'm just dead weight, Germany, cut me loose. You don't have the time or the resources to deal with me when I'm like this. I get it, you don't have to pity me." You heard him start to respond, but you couldn't hold it back any longer and started once more to cough. It seemed like you were attempting to hack up a lung, and with the blood splatter on the blanket you might as well have.

As the coughing died down, your (e/c) eyes started to feel heavy, and all you wanted was for sleep to overtake you. But there was a stabbing pain in your lower abdomen, so you just felt your eyes close as you let a low groan escape from your lips. "Zhere's no vay in hell I'm leaving you alone like zhis. I don't pity you, I care for you. I'm going to make sure you get out of zhis, vezher you like it or not." he said, in an 'end of discussion' kind of voice.

He... cares for me... was your last thought before you felt sleep finally overtake you.

The next thing you felt was the car stopping, and you could hear the doors slam. Then all of a sudden you were in Germany's arms, and in the blistering cold. Involuntarily you snuggled into his chest, your body attempting to bring itself closer to the heat source. He kicked open the door and you heard Italy immediately, "Germany!" Then his voice fell, "What's wrong with _____?"

Japan called out, "_____-san, are you aright?"

"She's sick." Germany said, and you were unable to even move. Italy started fawning over you, but Germany shooed him off, "Italy, she needs rest. Und you need to go avay for zhat to happen."

"But-" Italy started, but you opened your eyes.

You said quietly, "Italy, I'm fine. Go home."

Rather dejectedly he said, "Ve... Japan, want a ride home?" He lifted his head to see the Asian nation had beat the hell out of there. "Japan? Oh well. Hasta la pasta, Germany. And feel better, _____."


Why did I feel this way? Why was I so protective of this girl in my arms? Why did I want to kick Italy out of my house like a sack of potatoes when he tried to touch you? It didn't make any sense to Germany, and the feelings he felt for you were completely foreign.

He carried you into his bed room, as the bed was already made, and figured he would just make up the guest room. It was already rather late when Germany called you and he had to go to sleep soon to be able to wake up at four to train. Germany pulled back the freshly washed covers and placed you in the bed. Your (e/c) eyes opened, and widened, taking in your surroundings. "I'll get the sheets bloody." you whispered to him.

"I don't care, liebe." he said, lightly brushing a lock of (h/c) out of your eyes. Hitting the light switch he turned.

"W-Will you stay?" you asked, catching the hem of his shirt as he moved to leave. You stared up at him, tears brimming in your (e/c) eyes. Attempting to blink the tears brought on by the pain, all you succeeded in doing was allow them to flood over and down your face.

Germany frowned. He had never seen you so vulnerable and weak before. It truly saddened him. He nodded, "Ja, I'll stay."

"Thank you." you whispered. Sitting beside you on the edge of the bed, he leaned back, allowing you to grasp his large hand in your own.

When you squeezed it tighter he looked down at you, smoothing back your (h/c). "Vhat is it?" he asked, hating how badly you were feeling.

"I-It hurts like hell, Germany." you whispered, trails of saltwater leaking down your cheeks and shimmering in the dim light of the room.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, offering you his warmth. You snuggled into him. Somehow knowing he was there for you, whether you liked it or not, was the most comforting thing in the world. He started to reassure you in hushed tones, "Don't vorry, _____. I vill help you, ja? Ve'll straighten out your government, and get your boss out of office. Zhen ve'll help your economy, alright?"

You nodded into his chest. Everything was going to be alright.
Don't really know where I was going with this. Is it even finished? I dunno... If you don't like the ending you can ask for more, I guess.

And a highly requested part two: link

Thanks guys!


Hetalia and all its characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz

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