His Curl (Germany x Male!Reader)
It had been a long day of dealing with loud countries that all believed that they were right. You sighed wearily. I’m not even a country, why do I always end up going to all of the meetings? Although you weren’t a country, you were a capital. You were the capital of Italy, or Rome, to be more specific. The Italy brothers were fiercely protective of you and Lovino was not afraid to cuss off anyone who came too close to you. Ah, well, they could use all the help they can get. The meetings were chaotic and normally consisted of much fighting. You were so zoned out that you didn’t notice your name being called.
“(M/N)! (M/N)! Mein gott, is he deaf? (M/N)!”
You finally turned around and saw Ludwig approaching you. You blushed and looked at your feet embarrassedly. “Sorry, Luddy. I was thinking…”
Your boyfriend sighed exasperatedly but shook his head with a smile. You and Ludwig had been going out for two months now and nobo