Ludwig was a cute sleeper.
You’d give him that.
With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look.
Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear.
“I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!”
The German didn’t even move, earning yet an
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.
“What’s a girl like you doing in an apocalypse like this?”
The silence was deafening.
You had to remind yourself that the stillness was a good thing. No scrapes of limping, fleshless feet against the sidewalk; no groans of the undead; no snarls of a cannibalistic freak of nature within radius of your earshot. The streets were nearly empty, you were alone, and you heard nothing but the wind. This was all good.
Except, it didn’t feel that way.
Even with your back against the wall of an alley, a handgun in your palm, and a sword strapped to your hip, you still didn’t feel safe. You never did.
You were in the mi