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Blizzard [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]
"[Name], wake up! You remember what you promised me!" A stern voice broke through your dreaming, causing you to groan and throw your blanket further over your head and snuggling up inside the newfound warmth. Ah, it's that time of the winter where a thick layer of snow falls and you don't want to do anything except read in bed or be lazy. But some stubborn guy refuses to let you kick back and relax.
"[Name]...!" The voice persisted, a little edge to his voice. You mumbled, "GoawayI'mhavingareallynicetime..."
and then curled up even further. "Schatz, you leave me no choice." The voice was at a monotone now, and suddenly the warmth was stolen away from you in a heartbeat. You sat straight up, your [eye color] eyes widened in shock when you saw that Ludwig was holding your pile of quilts and blankets that were providing your warmth. "Geezus, Ludwig! You could've just let me sleep a little more!" You put your knees up to your head and shivered, glaring up at the tall German; your expressio
Hetalia Fantasia [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]The urge in your mind was a lot stronger now. All you could taste was the rusty flavor, the metallic tang as you sunk your fangs into him Your [e/c] eyes flickered as you licked your lips. However, you stopped yourself before you could spring onto him, and shifted uncomfortably in the tent you and the Axis Powers shared.
"So uh, guys," you murmured, shifting in your sleeping bag. "We're in Hetalia Fantasia, right? It was pretty neat of Kiku to actually create a device to transport us into a RPG, but if we actually get hurt "
"Ja, we also get hurt in real life because the machine Kiku has made is still a prototype and isn't able to protect us. We could've waited, but of course, some impatient people couldn't," Ludwig grumbled.
"Uwaaa, I'm sorry!" Feliciano bawled from his sleeping bag. "But it seemed so cool at the time!"
"Ahahahaha " you laughed nervously from your side of the tent. "I'm sorry too! I just wanted to get some magical powers like Arthur does!"
When you men
Research? [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]You were helping Ludwig move some stuff from his old storage back to his home, you noticed an unmarked box. Most of them did have something written on it, like "Old Historical Novels," "A Story of the Axis," "Three Reichs" and "The Thousand-Year Reich," but this was like the only box of heavy books which did not have a label. You shuffled the box around in your hands, and as Ludwig was still rummaging around in his BMW's trunk for something you popped the lid off. Your eyes went wide, and you couldn't contain a blush.
"Hey, Ludwig "
The gorgeous guy turned around, hands on his hips.
"Was, [Name]? I thought I told you to help me move those things into the living room already!"
"Spit it out, ja?"
"Why do you have these books?"
Ludwig's cheeks drained of color, and then flooded with a rosy red. He stomped over to you, his eyebrows bunched up and infuriated. However, when he saw your innocent face, he couldn't help softening up a little.
You scoffed, an
Nightfall [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]You shifted uncomfortably in bed as Ludwig continued to try but with no avail, get the power back on. It'd been snowing for a while, and since the five inches you had trudged through earlier, you weren't sure how much snow had fallen on top of it. The cold you got from being outside for so long still had its aftereffects on you; your nose was a touch of red, your hair disheveled and your eyes still half-closed—after all, you were pretty lethargic, and as proof you yawned about every ten minutes or so. You turned around to open the curtains just a peek to check up on the situation outside; the snow plowing trucks still hadn't come around yet, and it was building up pretty thick on the windowsill.
You lay back down, and stared at the clock's second hand tick slowly. It was almost nine o' clock. A plate of little brown crumbs with flecks of frosting sat abandoned on the dresser, Gilbert was asleep curled up next to your feet on the king-sized bed, while the cats purred and did whatever ca
Texting [VER. 2] [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]Conversation with Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt)
Wednesday, 9:07 AM
You: I hope this text got your phone taken away because your phone will ring! Bwahaha!
Germany: Was…? Who is this?
You: Guess who it is, man. Just guess.
Germany: Oh Gott… Is this you, bruder?
You: I'm going to make you eat gruel if you think I'm your brother.
Germany: …[Name]. We're both in class, so stop texting.
Germany: Please stop texting me.
You: …no. If you ask one more time, a surprise awaits you.
Germany: Knock it off, [Name].
You: You asked for it.
Germany: I just turned the sound on for my phone on accident! Oh Gott [Name], stop! The teacher…!
Germany: Schiesse. See me afterschool at my house, 2 o' clock sharp. I need to punish—TALK to you.
Gangnam Style [VER. 2] [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]The music awards were coming up in Europe, and you were excited. Not because you were a music fanatic, but because they were being held at Ludwig's house. And as usual, you were helping him.
"Recommend some songs for me, ja [Name]?" He turned around in his spinning chair and subconsciously slicked his perfect blond hair back.
"Uh Gangnam Style?"
"Ze one zat made the top of ze charts internationally zis year?"
"Yeah, it was pretty crazy for a K-Pop song, huh?"
He looked up the song and watched the video emotionlessly, his face sometimes twitching slightly at the weird moments in the MV. You couldn't stifle your giggles well enough and he waved a hand at you slightly to try and shut you up. You just laughed harder.
Once the MV was over, you asked with a hint of a laugh in your voice, "So what did you think of it?"
After a slight pause, Ludwig coughed into his fist and muttered, "That Psy person looks like Kim Jong-Il "
You gawked at him and fell off your chair laughing, wiping
Memory Loss [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]You pointed your blade at the defenseless blonde's throat, the tip scraping his skin ever so lightly. Your obsidian sword, which had a silver handle, glimmered faintly in the moonlight, giving off a menacing aura. You wore a sly smile on your face, your [e/c] eyes flashing as you adjusted the cloak on your back.
"Remind me," you sneered, still holding your sword up. "Why do you know my name, and who are you?"
The German's eyes were full of disbelief as you smiled ever so lightly again, but his voice was gentle as he spoke.
"I'm Ludwig, remember? [Name], I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
You growled in displeasure and dug the tip of your sword a little farther, not enough to draw blood but enough to make this Ludwig person freeze in his tracks.
"I don't know you I pity you, however, so I'll let you go this one time."
You lowered the tip of the sword and put it back into its sheath, turning away as the rain continued to fall; you exited the alley with your cloak fluttering behind you
World Meeting  [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]Ludwig wasn't there.
You'd peeked inside the conference room before you entered, and he wasn't at his usual place. Instead, his albino brother replaced him.
"Uh... Hey Gilbert, where's Ludwig?" You approached the albino cautiously; he had his eyes closed and was trying to nap just before the conference began.
"Eh?" Gilbert snapped, his eyes opening wide. "Oh, bruderhe's busy today, so the Awesome Me is filling in for him, duh." You rolled your eyes and snickered a little, and said your thanks and took your seat. You couldn't help feeling weird because Gilbert's eyes followed you the way back. You sat down nervously, tugged at your prim black pencil skirt a little and adjusted your shirt. Your hands still felt moist from the fountain water, but you wiped them off a little on a handkerchief and shifted in your seat again.
"Another long meeting," you sighed to Alfred, who was walking alongside you. He looked quite dashing in a suit, mind you, but he was just a friend. You couldn't
Cute Art [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]"Get down from that tree this instant! That's an order, [Name]!"
"Bitte… You're going to get hurt!"
"No!" You bitterly sat in the tree, hugging your knees to yourself as you sat in the tallest branch of the large maple tree in your backyard. You were slightly startled as a small gust made the tree wave slightly, but secured yourself as you scowled down at Ludwig. He had worry reflecting in his sky-blue eyes, and his hair was slightly messed up. You turned your face away and stared at the city lights as the sky faded to a deep purple-blue hue.
"[Name], please get down!"
What had happened earlier to cause you to climb a towering maple tree? You thought back to what had happened…
You were sketching in your sketchbook. Tiny little doodles littered the oversized paper; some were chibis, some were full sized-figures. Your mechanical scratched away intently as you focused on getting the eyebrows of the person you were drawing right. Actually, you were only drawing this person wi
QMC: Marry You (GermanyxReader)Marry You
"Gil, I think you've had enough to drink."
"Nonsense," the German man slurred before noticing what song was playing on the radio. "West!" he shouted to his little brother, "West! West! Listen!" He cleared his throat and began to belt out the lyrics.
"It's a beautiful night
We're looking for something dumb to do.
I think I wanna marry you!"
You had to admit, the drunk man was a half-decent singer. He shouted the lyrics mainly in your direction, and you were so amused by the intoxicated German that you didn't catch the jealous glare his little brother was sending your way.
"Is it the look in your eyes?
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares, baby
I think I wanna marry you!"
Gilbert slung an arm over your shoulders and hiccuped, missing the next little bit of lyrics, thankfully, you were on it.
"Well I know this little chapel
On the boulevard we can go
No one will know
Oh, come on, girl!"
The two of you laughed loudly as you
GermanyxDepressed!Reader - Night Terrors [Part 2]
You felt a sudden weight on your thighs. Your eyes shot open from your sleep and you saw Germany placing a tray of wurst and pancakes on your lap.
"Guten morgen." He spoke in his mother language, that usual stern look on his face. Those icy blue eyes met yours, and you smiled warmly.
"Good morning.." The food smelled delicious. "You made me breakfast?" This was unlike Germany, he's not usually hospitable. Germany's eyes softened and he suddenly found the floor very interesting as he spoke.
"V-vell, you've been having such a hard time, I'd thought I'd help you out a bit " He cleared his throat nervously. The air was a bit awkward around the two of you.
"Th-thank you, Germany. That means a lot to me." And mean a lot to you it did. The strong, silent, object of your affection was openly expressing his concern for you. You turned your attention to the food and greedily bit into the tender meat, mouth waterin
You sang to yourself as you cooked some pasta. Your best friend is supposed to visit today so you cooked his favorite food. You turned off the stove top and go to get ready. The phone rings on your way to your room. “Hello?” “Vee~ _______!” You smile to yourself. “Feli! Don’t tell me you’re calling to cancel! I already made some food and I’m already getting ready.” “No, that’s not it at all. I was wondering if I could bring someone with me.” You stop and scrunch your face. Who could he possibly bring? His brother? “Uh, I guess so. Does this person like pasta too?” You mentally face-palm; the pasta was supposed to be a surprise. “Vee you made pasta? You’re the best _____!” You sigh. “Yeah I am; but you didn’t answer my ques-” “Feliociano!” you hear someone yell at your friend on the other side of the phone. “I’m sorry! I
Hetalia GermanyxReader - Stuck In a Box
"Ugh," groaned Gilbert as he downed the rest of his drink. "I'm so bored!"
"Well, this is your party, mon ami," chided his best friend Francis. "We should do something entertaining."
"Oh! I know!" said Gilbert's other best friend, Antonio. "Let's play Hide-and-Seek!"
"Good idea!" Gilbert climbed onto a tabletop. "Everybody! I've got a cure for all of your boredom! We'll play Hide-and-Seek!"
_____, hearing her friend's announcement, put down her drink and smiled. "That sounds like fun!"
"Seriously?" said her boyfriend, Ludwig, with a raised eyebrow. "Games are for kleine Kinder."
"C'mon, Luddy!" _____ took his hand, making him blush. "We all need to take time to play. Loosen up!"
Ludwig sighed. He could never say no to her. "Alright, schatz. I'll play one game."
_____ pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! Hey, Gil! Luddy and I'll play!"
"Awesome! Alright, peeps! You go hide! Toni, Francis, and I'll be it! Go!" And with that, the Bad Touch Trio turned around, covered their eyes
This Means War (Germany X Reader)It has been three years since you've married to Ludwig. No excitement had occurred on those passing years, just your normal day to day life as a housewife.
One day, your friend and her husband from work, are off on their tenth honey moon trip. They were planning to go oversea but their six years old little boy, Feliciano, couldn't go with them.
You felt bad for the loving couple, since they couldn't go on their trip.
So you had an idea.
As you and Ludwig ate dinner, you want to share it with him and saw if he agreed with you.
Hesitating to ask, you looked up at him and finally gain the courage you needed. "Sweety?"
Looking back he smiled. "Yes Frau?"
"Do you remember the little boy named Feliciano? My friend's son?"
"Yes what about him?" he asked, while using one of his hand to support his whole head on one side.
"Well," as you stuttered, you looked down at your knees, "his parents are going on a honeymoon trip, but they can't take Feliciano with them. So I was wondering, since it's th
GermanyxReaderx2p!Germany: -Pt 1- "Feliciano! At zis pace, ___________ vill finish before you!" Germany snapped at the young Italian who, in response, paused and whined. At the moment, you kept up an even pace with Japan.
Turning back towards Ludwig, who stood at the side of the track you three were running on, your face flushed. Luckily, he wouldn't be able to notice it from the red already dusting from exhaustion.
"___________-chan." You turned your head towards Japan,"You haven't told him yet, have you?"
"I-I..." Your face flushed once more,"I-I guess I haven't gotten to it-!" You barely had any time to react when you stumbled over and trip on the side. Putting your hand to your cheek, you could feel the blood welling up against your hands.
Three voices cried out to you in unison, tears welling up in your eyes as their footsteps approached. Propping yourself up, you tried to show that you were okay, only
Who listens to the weatherman? -LudwigxReader“What a beautiful day~” you smiled and deeply breathed in the chilly, but pleasant autumn air. Today really was a beautiful day- the sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful blue, but it wasn’t unbearably hot… in fact it was rather cool.
A fact which you immediately noticed as you began to shiver slightly and rub your arms in an attempt to warm yourself. You groaned a bit as wind started to pick up. “Why is it s-s-soo c-c-c-cold?” you complained, your thoughts of it being a beautiful day quickly fading from your mind. Not that this was a rare occurrence for you. You had often misjudged the weather… foolishly thinking that a clear sky and sunshine meant that it was warm enough to go out with a t-shirt and jeans.
You then took out your phone and stared at it. Thirty minutes. Exactly thirty minutes until the bus came. “I’m going to be a Popsicle by the time it comes!” you chattered as you began to try to warm yourself up by jum
Never. Extended Happy Ending. - Germany x Reader."That's the story of the General and the female soldier."
"Aw," your thirteen years old child cooed. "They both died..."
"At least they were happy, right?" You heard keys jingle by the door as you turned to look, door opening to the tall blonde man.
"I'm home." He declared, stripping his jacket and hanging it on the rack. Your daughter jumped down from the sofa and ran to her father's open embrace, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Mutti read me a story today of a female soldier and her General falling in love with her unconditionally, having no remorse till' the end and still loving each other until their last breaths..." Your daughter went on and on for another good three minute as you saw the blonde facepalm, walking to the kitchen. "I'll just leave you two now." Your daughter cooed as she ran up to her room upon her cellphone ringing.
You walked to the kitchen to join your husband, sitting on the chair adjacent from him. "How was work? You seem really stresse
Germany X Reader- Real Man Are BakersYou were running to your German friend's house, to make him a visit, since your friend Feliciano was busy today, teaching his brother how to be nice. The though of Lovino being nice is very funny, because, lets face it, Lovino was to tsunder and foul-mouthes to be nice.
Ludwigs house was close to yours, so in five minutes you wer there. Asking yourself if you should have called him first, but you knew he wouldn't mind. After all you always busted in his house with Feliciano whenever you feelt like it.
You were in front of his door and like the unlady girl you were, you just busted it open, not bothering to kock first. Looks like Alfred's personality attached on yours very easy. No wonder Arthur told you not to hang out with the American idiot, he was bad influence.
"Hey Doitsu!!! Is me, [Name]!!!~" you shouted happy and walked in his kitchen, since he wasn't in his living room. When you first entered the kitchen, the scence of sweetness shot your nose. It smelled heavenly. Your eyes wi
Germany?! [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]
You stepped into Ludwig's room, about to talk to him about the last World Meeting, when
"Kesese! Look who stepped in, kleinen bruder! It's your girlfriend!"
"Vat?! Vait, vhy?"
" you have a girlfriend?"
You nearly had a tremendous nosebleed when you saw the three Germans. Germania, Germany and Prussia, all dressed like Germany?! Hair slicked back, fancy suits You couldn't stand it anymore. You fell over, unconscious.
"She'll be okay, right?"
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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