#ludwig beilschmidt imagine

[royaltea000]

The only way I’m allowing this guy to be an alpha is if there’s bitchin involved 😤

[yawujin]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hope your having a good day , can i plz request nsfw headcanons for the axis with a reader that tears up during sex ( not because its painful or uncomfortable but because she just tears up easily and it feels so good)

ouh this is right up my alley , i definitely can do this req for you 🤍 thank you !

{ request } axis x emotional! reader ♡

type • nsfw content , crying during sex , comfort , reaction , they/them pronouns used

author's note* yo it's totally natural to cry after or during sex btw! it can be intense, and sex in itself (to me at least) is a really emotional act! never feel like you need to hide your emotions and remember to communicate with your partner if needed. MWAH

n. italy/feliciano vargas

a look of concern washes over his face as he watches the first few tears fall from their eyes

he uses his thumb to wipe them away, rubbing their cheek in order to soothe them

he asks them for a quick kiss on the lips, gently pulling away so he can ask what went wrong

feli's relieved to hear that his beloved partner is just feeling everything he's giving to them ;)

germany/ludwig beilschmidt

he's stopping immediately to ask what happened

his heart is racing, and so is his mind, wondering what he could have possibly done to make them cry

did he hurt them? he would never do it intentionally

he's looking down—is he too much to handle...?

his panicked, heavy breathing slows down to a much calmer pace as they tell him that he's just too good

japan/kiku honda

his rhythm slows down to a halt as he politely asks them to look him in his eyes

"tell me what's wrong." he says it so seriously it's almost enough to get them to let out a small laugh

japan feels conflicted when they tell him that it felt amazing, he supposes something such as this could induce quite a reaction

although he didn't expect it, he proceeds. lowering his voice into a soft whisper against their ear, asking if he can continue now...

prussia/gilbert beilschmidt

he backs off as soon as he hears their tearful wince coming from under him

internally, he's freaking out. "WTF WHAT DID I DO?!"

but he knows how to approach a situation like this of course, so he asks if they should stop

he can't stop the red-hot feeling that is warming up his face when they plead with him not to stop, and the subsequent smile that comes right after he hears those exact words

s. italy/lovino vargas

he gets kind of embarrassed...wanting to kick himself for hurting his own partner

he quickly asks them if they need anything to feel better, offering them something to drink so they can hydrate

"if they're crying, they're going to need it..." he thinks to himself

he was ready to give them whatever they needed to help them feel better, but he wasn't expecting them to tell him that they needed him.

author's note* read part two here 🤍

[crimson-kisses]

i just read the "breaking point" story, and i can't help but wonder, what if the s/o, rather than snapping at him (yan! germany) all at once, simply muttered a few snide and sarcastic words every now and then? like imagine he tells them he loves them and s/o saying ily back and then mutters "yeah, i really loved it when you ruined my life's work too." under their breath and then acting like nothing happened, I hope you're doing alright though, and please take care of yourself!

Hmm, I will admit it was rather spontaneous of her to snap such a way. remember though she used to be a lawyer so lol. but your concept is actually more accurate, this would be fun to write. thank you for the consideration though! 🐝✨

Warning: Usual yandere behavior, toxic relationship, physical and verbal abuse.

🇩🇪 other work recommended // work recommended // another recommendation

die Reizung.

He gives off a sheepish look at first.

And you angrily throw a crumpled white shirt on his face, fuming at the audacity— this man had to even request you anything in the first place. As if you were his pretty little wife.

You didn’t even know his full name, he straight up had some hooligans pick you off the street.

It’s been a month since you got out of the basement, no longer fearing the muscular asshole. Since in your eyes, he was a dimwit.

"Iron your cloth by your damn self, how dare you even ask me that!", you hissed at his face. Then you turned on your heels, walking away from him with a fierce sway of your hips.

You don’t see his disapproving gaze following your figure.

"Why are those dishes piling up?",

You deliberately ignore his question and remain seated on your sofa, even though Ludwig can tell that your mind is elsewhere. Your eyes are unfocused, and your fists are firmly resting on your lap.

"I asked you a question— stop slacking around—", it’s been two months since you have been in the basement.

"Slacking around?", he receives a grumbled response through clenched teeth, "I am neither your maid nor your wife! If you want your dishes to be washed so badly, then do it yourself or hire someone for cleaning up rather than kidnapping someone",

"Come back here,"

Ludwig hissed at you after your retort. However, you simply got up from the sofa and walked away, choosing not to argue once again.

He clenches his fist and takes a deep breath, trying to remind himself that you will eventually understand.

You notice a broken plate in the morning, thrown in the dustbin.

You pull at your hair strands as you try to scream in desperation, but only thing that escapes you is a distraught whine. Almost pulling the drawers off their hinges, you try to make your hands stay still and not shake.

"What’s the matter, searching for these?",

Ludwig watches smugly as you turn towards him, with a deranged appearance. It was just how he imagined you would look like if he— nevermind, was that his expensive vase you had just thrown?

"Nice plan you had there, too bad you were too eager", dangling the keys mischievously, he leaned on the doorframe, flexing his muscles, daring you to try and get it physically.

It has been three months, and he was enjoying how you were becoming restless. You look especially attractive at the moment. It's a shame that you just broke the vase he received from his chancellor.

"Eager to get away from you, some noble man you are",

His left eye twitches as his grin slowly fades away. Ludwig tilts his head, blinking in feigned confusion.

"Have I not been a noble, patient man to you?",

You chuckled dryly, resting your hands on the polished black office table. "Please, as if you would ever be recognized for your nobility, Deutschland. History books say otherwise, don’t you think?",

Both you stare at each other for a while, until Ludwig leaves with the keys and a clenched jaw, a breath escapes as you sigh in relief.

You end up picking up the broken vase.

Fucking hell. The breakfast was burnt and you made sure to give Ludwig the most nastiest, disapproving glare.

"Don’t look at me like that, I have been running late—-“

Rolling your eyes, you watch as he simply throws the burnt food away. With the frying pan.

"Are you used to throwing your messes away?",

You try to reassure yourself that you didn’t flinch as his back hunched up and he turned at you with a glare, teeth grinding against each other.

He simply unties his apron, his eyes still on you.

"At least one of us is trying to fix things up," he whispers. You give him an offended look, keeping your fists on the curves of your waist, tightly gripping the hairbrush you had been using before running downstairs.

“Keep telling yourself that, if anything you have only been hiding your ugly urges all along.”

You yelp and your heart almost bursts open as he throws the apron at you and angrily heads upstairs.

Eerie silence follows. It has been four months.

Bundled up in the armchair, you try not to think how it smells like Ludwig’s cologne. Or notice that he has been in the library for a while with you, dusting the shelves.

Unfortunately, he seems to notice your giddy attitude as you clutch the book tighter with a bright smile. His heart squeezes in delight.

“Why the bright smile?”, he asks, masking his face with an unemotional facade.

“Oh I have simply been catching up on your misfortunes, quite a historical read”.

And his mood plummets to the lowest levels of hell itself. He narrows his eyes at you, making you feel quite accomplished at pissing him off, it was quite a pleasure.

“Give me that. Now”.

He demanded, grip tightening on the duster, his unoccupied hand stretched towards the book.

You blow a raspberry.

Before long, you couldn't help but let out a truly horrified scream as Ludwig forcefully slammed both of his arms onto the chair's armrests. His knee was pressed harshly against yours as he seethed with anger, towering over you.

The book was furiously thrown out of the window, resulting in a deafening sounds of cracking glass.

His eyes glared into your soul, causing you to almost hyperventilate from the sheer terror coursing through your body.

Ludwig gazed at your petrified figure for a while, as if he were devouring your presence with his eyes. Then, he moistened his dry lips, turned around, and began stacking some books.

You stayed seated on the armchair for a long time, staring mindlessly at the calendar.

Five months have passed.

“Where is my office bag I placed in my room?!”, he asks from the bathroom as he hastily wears his jacket.

“Up my ass, search in the dining room, didn’t you throw it over there the last time?”,

“And who’s fault was that?”,

He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it appear uniformed. Remembering, he was out of hair gel, he cursed.

“Your fault because apparently you can’t accept that fact that you are a verdammter Verlierer”,

He took a deep breath and tried to ignore the way you implied so many things he would rather put up in the back of his mind. including the vulgar words you have taken a liking to.

“I am not the one held captive”,

He gives you a look and it makes you fume, this piece of shit—

“I wasn’t the one who had my so called mindless fascist delusions shattered”.

You exited the bedroom with a bang of the door, trying to ignore and not run at the sound of a smashed mirror.

It’s been about six months.

"If you bothered to check the calendar, you will know that it isn’t the 1940’s anymore. Get yourself a woman who wants to be your slave",

You slam the magazine near his table and exit his office, Ludwig bangs a clenched fist on his table in frustration at your defiance. He had only asked you to dry up the clothes in the sun.

That was it. Apparently that was too much for you.

He had no issues with doing the house chores, but he was a busy nation. He simply requested you to do this simple chore but god forbid you get off your ass— and your comment irked him immensely, this quirk you had of bringing up his past over and over again to provoke him.

It annoyed him.

He does check the calendar of course, quite intriguingly.

Ludwig reminds himself that it has only been seven months.

You continue sleeping on the couch everyday. And everyday Ludwig carefully places you on his bed to rest and not strain yourself. Everyday you curse at him to not touch you ever again.

But he knows you are simply embarrassed. Trying to keep up a strong and steady appearance, you always hated to admit that you are weak and helpless.

He knows you are trying hard to displease the shit out of him, and that’s why he tries to be patient. And also because he is way too stronger than you, Ludwig knows that deep down you are scared of him, no bite and all bark, he knows you end up having panic attacks over him.

The flinches you try to suppress when he comes near you, holding your breath when he talks to you. He is all aware. Frightened stares, shuddering breath, trembling legs.

He knows and he hates it.

You shove his blanket on his arms and head downstairs in a furious rush, crashing on the couch with your poor excuse of a blanket.

He bites his tongue to refrain himself from reminding you, that wherever you slept, it was something he payed for. Including your dresses, makeup and everything else in this house, it was paid for or built and made by Ludwig.

It will take more time than eight months to thaw your heart.

“At the very least, you can tidy up the rooms and stop, stop trying to break down the door”,

Gulping down the rest of your beer, you give him a nonchalant look.

“Why should I do so? We have had this conversation a dozen times. I am not your maid. And especially not your wife”.

He’s tired, the lack of hair gel has turned his hair into a complete mess, he forgot to buy it again. Ludwig slowly removes his coat, which he placed on the counter where you were leaning.

You try to stay still, but your knees almost give out as he stares at you through his lashes. It’s calm, level-headed look.

His white shirt is folded at the sleeves, tie turned loose and he’s breathing heavily.

“Cant you tidy up yourself? Or is that too beneath your superior ass”, you taunt him, curling up your cherry red lips.

“it’s eleven pm, I have been busy since six am. I am tired”,

“Well you aren’t my husband”.

He gives you that look again and you wonder whether he is offended or hurt. Frankly though, you couldn’t care less.

“Missing your man, süße Maus?",

You bristle at the nickname and the mention of— your boyfriend whom he murdered, right in front of your very eyes.

Narrowing your gaze, you prepare to escape his wrath as you hiss out in a demeaning manner,

“A man— who was much more of a man than you will ever be”.

Swiftly you entered the library nearby after seeing the darkened expression on his face. A heated glare and a reddened hue. You slid down the locked door, ignoring the trembling of your own body.

Nine months. You feel the entire house shake as Ludwig slams his bedroom door.

“You look so beautiful in that skirt, schöne Frau",

“You reek of beer and disappointment”.

Paying no heed to your comment, Ludwig wraps his hands around your waist, he is drunk and you almost gag at the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

“You smell so— *hiccup*— pretty, mein hübsches kleines baby",

“Quite your blabbering, it’s nine am in the fucking morning”.

“I am so glad— so to, ugh, have you as mine”,

“I will never be your woman”.

He stops blabbering for a minute, hands tightening their hold on your waist, you try not to squirm.

His lips hover around your ear, his hand touching your hair and skimming his hands through the strands.

“We will— will see about that”,

You stay still in his arms, his eyes blazing and staring at your soul from the reflection in the window.

You wished your body didn't feel this way. So trapped and writhing in frustration and horror, every touch of his fingers, his breath and look seemed to stain your being.

“I want dinner to be prepared tomorrow”.

He whispers. It’s not a debate or a demand but a warning said in a lovey dovey tone. His tightened grip sends the point across.

It’s been ten months.

You violently throw the plate full of food on a wall nearby, sending porcelain shards all over the place and the food splashed over the wall.

“You… you faked a dead body and made it seem as if I had died?… you— you are nothing short of DISGUSTING!”,

Ludwig gazes at the mess with a disappointed expression, seemingly unaffected by your tears as you break down in front of him.

"Whoever said I faked a dead body?" he exclaimed, forcefully stabbing a piece of steak with a fork. "It was completely real, and I must say, quite familiar with you."

Your lungs feel as if it has collapsed on itself as you fall down to the floor in pure, unadulterated horror. He was joking, a sick pathetic joke to get under your skin, there was no way— no possible way that the burned and mutilated body could have been identified, even through dishonest means, as that of a woman.

"What did my boyfriend even do to deserve this!?, you sick jealous man!!",

The blond simply ignored your tantrums, sipping on a glass of soda, eyes boring down at your crying form.

"At the very least he got a proper burial, rather than being thrown into a lake as I had intended",

Silence.

"I WILL NEVER LOVE A MURDERER LIKE YOU!",

You quickly grab a knife and attempt to attack him, but you end up pushed face-first onto the dining table, with your arms forcefully held behind your back.

"I wonder how you them fooled huh? Still interested in experimenting with things, humans, Herr Beilschmidt?",

He grabs your chin in a vice grip, hand covering your mouth as you try to taunt, spit and hurl insults at him, he only tuts at your behavior with furrowed brows.

You wanted to kill him.

"I don’t want you to mention that man ever again".

Tears well up in your eyes as uncontrollable sobs escape from your body. Ludwig presses you down in that position for a long time as he calls someone on his phone to clean up the mess.

"Don't worry, for once I have taken your advice. They are skilled cleaners who know how to handle a messy situation, if you catch my dry sense of humor."

Eleventh months and counting.

"I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU. VERDAMMTE SCHEISSE!! ONCE I GET YOU, YOU WILL REGRET EVER THINKING OF THIS HÜNDIN!!",

Ludwig was furious. Firstly, he was hit by a pretty heavy vase from upstairs, and secondly, he was bleeding a fuckton. Thirdly, the front door was open and you had escaped.

The home was clean, laundry done, dishes pristine and dinner warmly prepared, you were dressed so prettily that it melted him so good when he came home tired from work. What he didn’t account for was an elaborate murder plan attempted towards him. Sadly for you, he had suffered worse and was also an immortal.

He was done being patient and playing the nice cop, especially after you had hurled hurtful insults at him, and what was that you said?

This wasn’t the 1940’s? That he had no power anymore, that he was just a pathetic dog with no backbone in that sweet, sweet tone of yours? That he was a sick, pathetic man who will never be loved?

He let out a series of chilling giggles that gradually escalated into full-blown laughter, the sound reverberating throughout the house. He loosened his irritating tie and tossed it onto the ground. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he ran his fingers through his blond hair in frustration.

But also,

This sense of ecstasy, a thrilling sensation he was feeling… he really chose a perfect, wonderfully crazy woman, didn’t he?

It was the end of the twelfth month, and Ludwig made himself a promise to haunt your dreams with memories of the basement for months to come after he had his hands on you.

[fuimus-troes]

do you think roderich sometimes has a hard time looking at ludwig bc all he sees is the boy he couldn't save

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hey there! Can I have a headcanons request of Germany, England and France who have darlings that are quite, calm, introverted and composed most of the time but during their game/fight. Their darling can be very intimidating and dangerous as their rival would be afraid of them (If you know KNB. They are like Akashi Seijuro)

Ludwig Beilschmidt:

-He is so surprised. Like, shocked.

-You have always been so cute and nice…totally didn’t expect that and at first, he thinks it is a joke.

-But Ludwig can’t say he isn’t intrigued by this new side of your personality…unless you get violent. That is a big no-no for him.

-He’ll try to bring that side of you out, not often, but mostly to understand when and with whom it comes out.

-Yeah, he will study you lol. A way to understand every shade of you.

Arthur Kirkland:

-He worries a lot!

-Not for you, for the rival obviously.

-He can recognize the aura around his partner, he and Francis often get it when they meet.

-Gonna kiss your forehead after you destroy your rival and go back home.

-He had to reprimand you in front of others because he is a gentleman, but his true self is so proud of you.

Françis Bonnefoy:

-As Arthur, he recognized the aura around you immediately.

-He has to admit that he prefers your nice and more introverted side of personality.

-Mostly because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

-Like, it is hot how good you kick ass, but please don’t get hurt, Françis likes to wear his nurse outfit for entirely different motivations.

[merbear25]

It's for the one hundred followers event (the add to my previous ask😅)

I know it probably sounded a bit silly to ask for clarification, but the seven threw me off a bit 😂 But thank you for the request!

I went with some headcanons and a drabble since I felt inspired. I hope you like it 🥰

Vampire AU with Germany x reader

He'd probably live in a quaint cottage in the mountains.

He'd have dogs to help ease the lonely nights, seeing as he can't form normal relationships. Unfortunately, he's had this issue long before being cursed with immortality.

Prefers the serenity of being surrounded by nature and only goes into town to buy things for general upkeep around the property and for his dogs.

Would do his best to refrain from drinking from people; it wouldn't necessarily be out of a sense of morality but more to do with not knowing where they'd been. He'd take the risk of contracting diseases very seriously.

He'd come to terms with the fact that he'd live out his immortal life in solitude. Whenever he went to the shops, he'd see couples every now and then, as well as groups of friends enjoying their night out together.

Standing under the street light, watching them exchange laughs, he looked up at the snow beginning to drift from the sullen clouds. He knew deep down that he was lying to himself—he wanted companionship.

He arrived home just as the snow storm was rolling in. Being greeted by his German Shepards always brought on some warmth to his still heart, but they could only give him so much in their short-lived exsistance.

The knocks at the front door caused him to shoot up. He was yet again caught off guard when the knocking persisted—their urgency rising.

Swinging it open, he glared at his unwelcomed visitor. When you were too slow to state your purpose, he curtly asked, "What is it?"

Feeling a wave of fear suddenly wash over you, you finally managed to choke out, "My car broke down and I can't get any service."

When he didn't react to this, you decided to continue explaining your reasoning for disturbing him, "Could I please use your phone? I'll be quick. I promise!"

Stepping aside to let you enter, the smell of your blood permeated the room. You looked around but couldn't find any sign of a phone, "Sorry, but where's your phone?" When you turned around, chills ran down your spine. Menace loomed from behind his eyes; he closed the door without taking them off of you.

"There's one in the other room. I'll show you to it."

Unsure of how to properly evade any danger, you thought it'd be best to remain calm. Muttering a prayer to whomever may be listening, you trailed behind him.

As soon as you entered the room, he had you in a trance; suddenly the murderous intention he'd been giving off was being replaced by a craving for him.

Clinging your body to his, he overpowered you easily, consequently making you collapse beneath his weight.

Gripping at your neck, he was careful not to startle you any further. Looking into your eyes, he saw how they darted trying to comprehend his intentions. Gently, he laid each finger on the front of your throat, tracing your pulse under his finger tips—debating whether or not to give into temptation. A poor soul like you who was unfortunate enough to have troubles leading you to his front door should be easy pickings for him.

Moving in closer, his hypnosis was sedating you. Your eyes rolled back, letting him lick at the intended point of trauma. Feeling your fists, which were gripping at his biceps tightly, release their grasp only increased his uncertainty of following through with it.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

how would a yandere america, japan, and germany put up or deal with a defiant and unruly darling? especially one who is kidnapped and very non-compliant? love your work as always ❤️

Thank you Anon 😊

Anyways It’s FRI-YAY ! Enjoy!

🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸

He’ll start with mid-manipulation tricks at first. He prefers to not have to capture you and just lead you to his home and you ‘accidently’ just stayed at his house and never left. There will be gas-lighting, guilt-tripping, flattery, and especially love bombing. These tactics are all part of his arsenal of psychological tricks he’ll use to rope you in. When he does get to the end of this rope in patience in trying to wrangle you in.

Give him 6-months, that's all the patience he has.

“But babe! You promised we’d go get drinks on Thursday! You always bail on me like this.”

Even though you never told him that you could go. You couldn’t the case you were working on needed added time and special attention. Your client was depending on you to not lose the account and other assets in case.

“Look Alfred, I know you have all the time in the world to fuck around but some of us need to work harder than the devil to win cases.” You brush past him in a huff. You were irritated that he’s asked you five times in the same day.

‘Doesn’t that lazy idiot have something better to do than bother me? Fuck’s sake!’ You hurry to your office where you have a long conference call with the client’s opposing lawyers. You were going to try and broker a deal.

The air that whooshed past you had sparks that ignited America’s fury. You didn’t see him slide his glasses into his case. They uncovered the dark blues that had a malevolent flash.

He’ll nab you right as you’re leaving work at eleven-ish at night.

While you’re living with him he’ll do everything he can to put on the facade of being a “Hero”. He’ll tend to you hand and foot while he has you chained to the bed frame by your ankle. The chain is lengthy enough only to allow you to roam around the wide room.

You’re an aggressive lawyer so you do fight him a lot. You absolutely show that you hate his guts and you won’t behave for shit. You want to make sure America catch’s deez hands.

“FUCK YOURSELF!” As you grab the lamp from the nightstand and toss it at him. The loud shatter of the glass light fixture signaled an unfortunate fate for you. The reality shattering moment you’ve solidified your demise. America will dodge it and be shocked that you’re aggressive as hell even after he’s been patient for all of these months.

“Dude you have anger issues like Romano. Stop babe it's okay!”

“IT'S NOT OKAY! YOU KIDNAPPED ME YOU ASSHOLE!” You spit near his feet. “And when I get out of here I’ll DRAG you in court!”

Those were fighting words. It had been months since he’s tried to maintain his restraint. There’s a reason why you’ve managed to give him a few scars and bruises here and there. He’d been holding back his strength the entire time. No more will this be the case once you said the word “court”. It’s cute to him really that you thought you had power. That you had control. But no more.

America is going to make you into the way he wants and he doesn’t give a fuck how.

“Alright Y/N. Since you want to act like an asshole to me and can’t love me right…” His stormy blues glare gives you a pinch in your stomach.

“Would you prefer to be drugged or have your brain be mechanically rewired. You have 10 seconds to choose or I’ll do it for you.”

🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪

He adores your work ethic as the secretary general of the United Nations. <Yes, we gettin a little meta in this post.> He practically showers you with praise whenever you do something that he deems is becoming a world leader. I.E. You probably called someone out for bullshitting you, refined a project that you oversee so it could be optimal politically, socially, and financially. You made sure that you picked reliable undersecretaries. You banged your gavel with dutiful force. And most of all you made the major mistake of making him your under secretary for Financial and Economics.

Germany’s mind is in a lovestruck haze and in awe at your mettle, whenever shit hits the fan. You don’t turn and run. You stay until the wee hours of the morning. Raw dedication. You were propelled by the excitement of the chaos and the pressure cooker like situations that you found yourself in. You loved to think on your toes. Except for when Ludwig ruins that to some degree.

It’s a sudden world shaker when he admits that he has feelings for you. You think it’s the most unprofessional thing ever and that’s vexing for you. Ludwig of course thinks this could be advantageous for the both of you to be a political power couple of sorts. He thinks that now that he’s managed to reign in the hoard of hearts in his head, all should be well and good.

But being the high powered badass you are, you politely turn him down.

“I’m sorry, Ludwig but being in a relationship isn’t for me. But, you’ll find someone. Anyways Schönes Wochenende! Tschüss.” As you’re walking backwards and speed walk away from him into the dark indigo colored night. You tried not to think about it. You didn’t want to think about it but ….

‘Did he have a deranged look in his eyes? No. No! The lighting is bad and it’s late. I’m probably a little delirious. But, I do need to get the report for the environmental committee done tonight.’

While you worked deep into the moonless night. As you worked you stared at the pages with a seemingly infinite amount of words you begin to doze off. All thanks to the tranquilizer dart that slips sleeping meds into your bloodstream.

Germany always has plan B-Z. So, plan B it is: Kidnap and Correct your behavior through rigorous discipline. You followed his orders somewhat. Although you were difficult for most days. When he suggested that the two of you share a bed together you attempted to suffocate him with one of his hefty pillows.

One of the only things that you did without trying to fight or argue with him was exercise. Since you were in the forests of Bavaria with only books and an airtight phone that can only call him and emergency medical services, you welcomed the scenic views of the black forest. But, you also had a plan to escape. While you were making your rounds on a path that you thought could provide you with the most cover you bolted for it while he had to tie his shoe.

“VERDAMMTE SCHEIßE!“ He springs up after you.

“Y/N DAMN IT! GET BACK HERE!” You tried not to let your blood run cold and keep it hot and pumping through your veins with adrenaline. The fury radiating off that command was like explosive fireballs.

‘I’m as good as dead if I can’t lose him here.’ You jump into a raging river that had a calming sound to it that doused your ear from Ludwigs inflammatory statements. Ludwig lunges in after dragging you under the fearsome current. You kick and flail your limbs around in a futile attempt to break his iron-like grip on you. Like a boa constrictor around a small mouse. Even with your strength you’d been honing for a few months it wasn’t up to par with his. Not even close. He stabs you with a much more potent version of SCHLAFSTERNE (Sleep Stars). His disappointed and stormy sky blue eyes fade from your vision as you slip into an eternal blackness.

When you come to you’ve had a jumbo-sized tracking device on your ankle. It was designed to administer sleep drugs, track you, and make noise whenever you tired to make your escape from the house and would not stop until you return.

🇯🇵 Japan 🇯🇵

From the crowd he loved watching you give your all on the stage. Your movements were precise and your voice was sublime. In fact to Kiku everything about you was sublime. Which is why he had to have you. He was a massive stan for you. Even though he may not have been cheering or dancing he did have hearts, stars, and fireworks in his pools of honey. While in his stomach butterflies had a Coachella-esque party.

It wasn’t the first time that you’d met him. He spent loads of money just so he could see most of your live performances and so he could have all of your merch. Kiku even went as far as to pay

394,269 Yen ($3,000 USD) for meet and greet tickets… at EVERY. SINGLE. CONCERT. He attended. Mans is dedicated to you.

When he finally summons up the courage to ask you out, you gave him a polite but firm “no.” You didn’t want to date a fan and find out they were crazy as hell. Well too bad for you Kiku had way more influence, sway, and power than you did. Way more than you ever could have imagined. One night while on tour in Japan you never make it to your Tokyo venue. And all your millions of fans were left to craft conspiracy theories on your whereabouts.

Kiku roams in humming one of your love songs you collaborated with Perfume.

“Y/N how are you today? Will I finally be able to take you on a date at that upscale restaurant called Towers.” He was itching to fulfill his fantasy of having a spellbinding evening with his perfect darling and great food. But, that was a struggle considering that the months you’d been living with him you hardly tolerated looking in his general direction.

You’ve punched him in the jaw and chipped his tooth when he let his guard down once. Another time you scratched him when he tried to hold you close. You’ve slapped him when he dared to imply that you were married to him. You were having none of his bullshit.

Currently you were strung up to the ceiling in a beautiful (kimono /yukata), (favorite color) and immobilized by the hundreds of feathery metal strings that had been attached to your appendages. You were levitating helplessly in the air all for Kiku’s viewing pleasure. Since it was highly dangerous for him to contain you in any other way.

“How the hell do you think? Awful.” You spit the statement at him with piping hot ire. You started to struggle against your web like restraints.

“I’m sorry you feel that way. Let’s see if I can make you feel differently Y/N.” He pulls a controller from his pocket and enters in a code. The webs tighten around your arms and legs and headphones are placed on you. It’s playing a hypnotic melody that dulls your senses . Kiku amps up the subliminal messaging up to a 10.

Kiku Honda was going to have his darling one way or the other.

[meitoscringe]

I like to think that Feliks, Gilbert and Arthur work at hot topic both as countries and in human aus

[teutonophile]

I headcanon Germany that he listens to meaningful, lyrical trance and techno. And he listens to it when he’s by himself working and cooking. Especially if its emotional and very soppy romantic trance!

He may even sing from time to time with it. And when Brii catches him, she sings along and they bond together with it~

Such a cute f/o x s/o moment~

And best headcanon by far 🥰❤️👑

[wander-lustrous]

germanics as bfs

part 1

ft. germany, prussia, austria, switzerland

germany // ludwig beilschmidt.

- This man struggles to settle down in a committed relationship, preferring flings and quick one-night stands. It's not because he's against it, but rather he thinks it's hard to find someone to accommodate his… specific tastes in the bedroom; plus he's so busy he can't imagine fitting a partner into his life. But once he has a partner, he is SO committed. Like planning-your-one-year-anniversary-getaway-a-month-into-the-relationship kind of committed. He tries not to go overboard with it, but he does enjoy thinking about hitting these milestones.

- Ironically he ends up getting in relationship with friends, his coworkers, people he spends the most time around with, most likely in a work setting. He’s a stickler for the rules though, which makes him hesitant to blur the boundaries between work and his personal life. However, once he starts really noticing this person--maybe the way they're always dressed nice, or hardworking, or always has a smile for him--he's fucked. They invade his thoughts at the most random moments, and it makes him want to avoid them. Thankfully he has friends (cough Italy cough) who notice his little crush and persuade him to do something about it.

- Please don’t even mention wanting to get fit to this man. He goes overboard, devising a workout plan, a nutrition regimen, etc. He can be a bit draconic with it too, wanting to push you to be your best.

- While he's not the most emotionally available partner, he is the most reliable. If you complain that your heater not working, he's fixed it by the next day. If you're nervous about approaching your boss about an issue, he suggests you practice with him. If you're sick, he's getting you all the Vitamin C packets, soup, and tissues he can find, stocking you up with them before leaving for work.

-He's rather touch-starved, so he appreciates a partner who is more tactile. He loves when they hug him from behind, or let him rest his head on their lap and card their fingers through his hair. It's the one moment where he doesn't feel like he has to be quite so uptight.

prussia // gilbert beilschmidt.

- He is so the type to be in a friends with benefits situation. He's pretty clueless about romance. 💀 Or not clueless, but... willfully ignorant. He’s more likely to fall into a relationship by being buddies with someone, then sleeping with them, and a few months in realizing oh shit. He actually really likes them. Like more than as a bro.

- Gilbert is nothing if not crafty, so he wants to figure out what you think of him first. He asks around--your friends, other nations, etc. If you ever talk about him, if they know if you're dating someone else, etc. It's so funny because it's painfully obvious to everyone else that he has a thing for you. In fact, Gilbert is possibly the last person to realize you two are a thing...

- He is actually very easy to please. Just praise him. He’s used to hyping himself up to make sure no one forget him. It means the world when someone genuinely thinks he’s great or awesome. A sure fire way to get him emotional is if you cancel plans with your friends to hang out with him. Of course he’s old and he wants you to go have fun! To live a little. But saying that he’s exactly your kind of fun is enough to have him getting a misty-eyed before hurriedly saying that it’s allergies or something.

- He's a very fun boyfriend. He's never quite let go of his childish side. He is very much the type to make pillow forts with you and/or play co-op with you video games. For movie nights, he enjoys picking movies that he thinks will scare you so you'll end up clinging to him, asking him to protect you. The reality is, if anything he is the one getting more disturbed by the kinds of movies they put out nowadays, more than you do. 💀

- In public, he's definitely walking around with an arm around your shoulder. He's just so excited that everyone will know he has such a smoking hot partner.

-You know what, Gilbert is surprisingly good at comforting you. Part of it is experience, but if you're upset, he's not letting it go. He'll keep pestering you to open up to him. And when you finally do, he'll hug you to him, stroking your hair and calling you affectionate nicknames while reassuring you that as your great boyfriend, he'll certainly deal with any of your problems...

austria // roderich edelstein.

- He composes songs about you. He can get quite in a tizzy due to his perfectionist streak, appearing visibly agitated if the song isn’t going exactly how he wants it to.

- He is a strong believer in having dinner together if you’re living together! he thinks it’s a good habit to get into.

- Roderich is actually quite sweet. He sends you good morning and good night texts, and always texts you throughout the day on your lunch breaks, etc., asking how certain appointments or events went in your life.

- Roderich is a fan of appearances, and he is definitely getting you several high-quality Swarovski gifts. It doesn't matter that he's secretly a cheapskate who patches holes in his underwear--he wants you to only have the finest.

- Do you know those people who flirt via critiquing you? That's Roderich. With you, he's never actually cruel though.

-He is the perfect gentleman when dating you. Always pulling out the chair for you, paying for you, etc.

-He likes receiving massages from his partner. He's also a fan of relaxing in the tub, with scented oils and incense.

- He likes people who are quick-witted, fast enough to catch onto his sarcasm.

- He enjoys taking you to the opera, or to see plays or theater performances. He feels like the arts are not nearly as important as they once were.

- One of his favorite hobbies is to people watch with you. The two of you will sit down at a cafe, have some tea, and just make observations about the people around you. For him sometimes it’s great inspo for music. Other times it’s just great fodder for gossip lol.

switzerland // vash zwingli.

- His love language is definitely acts of service and gift-giving. He likes making you gifts or bringing you gifts his country specializes in. Watches, chocolates, etc.

- Of course you’re going to have to have annual trips to the Alps. He’ll do his best to teach you how to ski, but he’s not exactly the patient… he’ll be damned before Italy or that damn France try and teach you though.

- On the rare occasions he goes out to eat, he likes to get fondue. He thinks it’s somewhat intimate to eat with another.

- When he gets drunk, he’s actually kind of a sloppy drunk. He never really gets drunk though; he can hold his beers. He also tends to be the one to keep things together if you get too tipsy. He wants to ensure he can take care of you.

- He is very impartial, so if you want an honest opinion he’ll give it to you. Even if you’re his partner, he will call you out on your behavior as a neutral third-party💀 In his opinion it’s more important for you to grow than for him to coddle you.

- He has such a hard time with letting people know you’re dating. He doesn’t like other people getting in his business; he prefers his privacy. At first, he refers to you as a business partner, then as Lily’s friend, and then as his friend… and then eventually, when he sees another nation flirting with you, he decides it’s time to make it clear you’re taken for, and wraps a protective arm around your waist.

- He likes giving forehead kisses. Sometimes regular kisses feel almost too intimate for him. Plus when you make eye contact after ending a kiss… he gets a bit flustered. He likes that a forehead kiss is quick and easy but does the job. It’s… efficient even.

- He would definitely teach you how to shoot if you were up for it. He wants you to be able to defend yourself.

- The biggest indicator of whether you two will last in a relationship is if you get along with Lily and treat her like your own little sister. If not, Vash doesn’t see this relationship progressing and will cut things off.

[hwsing]

overstimulation

notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: germany (ludwig beilschmidt), japan (kiku honda). as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cw: dom/sub themes; vibrator (ludwig); bondage (ludwig); electrodes (ludwig); wax play (kiku)

☆ ludwig

in what ways would ludwig not overstimulate you? to say he has a curious mind is an understatement — he has thought about so many scenarios, all of which end up with you practically brain dead — albeit hesitant and even shy, he would never have a shortage of methods on how to overwhelm you.

he can feel his palms sweat as he spreads your thighs — his eyes trail up your body, watching intently as the pads of the electrodes send shocks against your nipples. quiet, pitchy whines catch in your throat every time, and it catches his attention; his gaze meets yours, and he swallows thickly at the sight. your brows are pinched and you look like you’re trying — and failing — to stay quiet, to stay composed. he wants nothing more than to see you lose yourself.

“relax, liebling.” he says compellingly. despite his soft tone, there is an underlying of sternness — it was a command. his hands, stronger than you could ever begin to imagine, move your knees to rest on his shoulders as he looks down at your fluttering cunt. you were tied by your wrists attached to the bedposts. and, you were already nearly soaked to the bone; he would never dare underprep you. he knew the stretch of his cock was enough to have you gasping and digging your nails down the line of his spine. he already spent what felt like a century with a vibrator against your clit, and it was for that reason he was able to push into you with such ease, gripping your hips as your needy pussy sucks him in; you moan loudly, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. you look at him, and even now as he controls the pace, his reddened face betrayed him — his expression wouldn’t say so, but he could feel how he struggled, just as you do.

as much as ludwig was a man who preached patience, it wasn’t long before his hips slammed against yours, feeling overwhelmed at how overwhelmed you were. you looked pathetic beneath him, left only with the option to submit to the feeling of his cock plumping relentlessly into you and the literal shocks zapping against your chest. his cock twitched inside you, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long as you fought against your binds and cried, back arching almost impossibly into him. he’d take care of you — of course he would; his attention and devotion was completely forfeited to you as you allowed him to fuck you like this.

☆ kiku

he has experience in the human body’s limits — just not as personal, or intimate, as this calls for. still, kiku can’t help but wonder how you would handle scenarios that would test you; and, as the pathetic loser he is, he has seen his fair share of porn and has likely tried this before. still, he wants to see you, and your skin — and how the both of you handle things.

he kindly let you relax, sitting between your legs; he told you to stay as still as you could, and you agreed — but now, as you watched him angle the candle above you, you weren’t so sure you could. his other hand was busy inside you, softly rubbing against your velvety walls with precision while his thumb worked circles against your clit. he had already made you cum twice — he wanted for the wax to almost startle your dazed body. you already imagined how it might feel — and when it finally came, you couldn’t help but involuntarily flinch. the wax was almost painfully hot against your bare skin, and you took a shallow breath.

“did that hurt?” he asks, almost plainly as his dark eyes flickered up to look at you; you swallow and you hesitate on what to say. his fingers never stop, even as he stares. the heat of the wax came again, seeming even hotter this time, and you shook your head no as you did you best not to squirm. all kiku did was hum quietly in acknowledgment, looking to the wax now littering your skin. your soft moans at the contact had him feeling rock solid in his pants, but that wasn’t really on his mind now — he only focused on you.

you tilt your head back, panting through quieted moans as the wax continues to drip onto your pliable skin. your brain felt foggy as a knot tangled in your lower stomach — the burn of the wax had distracted you from what was, up until now, dull pleasure building inside you. ever observant, kiku’s thumb pressed firmer against your clit, and your legs nearly kicked out. your hole clenched around his fingers, and soon enough another orgasm was rippling through you — it lasted longer than usual as he worked you through it, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. that didn’t mean he was done, though — no, no. he only just brought the wax out, after all!

[worldheadcanons]

☆ when their s/o’s being motherly!

requested by anon! feminine reader. starring . . . germany & japan. warning for mentions of pregnancy. fandom masterlist found here.

📌 . . . author notes: this wasn’t everyone that anon asked for but these are the two characters i had past drafts for, so i decided to just post these two! if anyone wants this prompt with other characters, you can shoot me an ask when requests are back open :)

ludwig beilschmidt!

— the two of you had a date scheduled for that night. it wasn’t at a restaurant or anywhere particularly fancy but at someplace much more special — your house. you had told him beforehand while planning the date that you were watching over a baby cousin of yours for the evening. fortunately, ludwig still agreed to hang out with you. you guys had been dating for a good while so he figured it would be fine. he didn’t mind children too much anyways, though they tended to have mixed reactions towards him.

— he arrived right on time, as usual, taking a moment to get himself together before quietly ringing your doorbell. you answered the door after a few moments, your little cousin in your arms. the two of you traded hellos and smiles. beilschmidt made sure to smile gently at your little cousin, not wanting to upset the baby. you welcomed him inside and the two of you put on a nice little movie to watch.

— in the middle of the movie, he noticed how close you were cuddled up together. that, and how cute you looked with a baby in your arms. how natural and at ease both you and the baby seemed... the baby was content for now, barely making a fuss. just him, you, and a baby.. he could get used to something like this. ludwig blushed slightly, thinking about what you’d both have to do in order to get a baby. he chastised himself in his head for being a pervert. all the while you paid no mind, leaning your head onto his shoulder and enjoying the film.

— close to the end of the film, your cousin started to cry. the baby’s face balled up, clearly upset. you jumped to your feet, quickly excusing yourself before rushing off to go take care of your cousin. it could be anything really — hunger, sleepiness, a full diaper — so it took a while for you to find the source of the baby’s discomfort.

— in the meantime, ludwig was left to sit with his thoughts in the living room. thoughts of you, of course. he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. a small smile appeared on his face as he imagined what domestic life would be like with you. how life would be with you and him and a child of your own… a baby that would grow into a toddler and then into a six or seven year old. a little mix of you and a little mix of him, running around the house. causing messes and laughing cheerfully. beilschmidt would make sure that your kid would be happy. that you would be happy.

— after a bit of time, you came back into the living room. he noticed that your cousin was gone but before he could open his mouth, you explained that you had changed his diaper and set him down for bed. you joked that you weren’t sure if he’d stay asleep. you weren’t the most motherly, you said, plopping back down onto the couch beside your boyfriend.

— ludwig could only shake his head at your words, which made you raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “i think you’d make a wonderful mother. a baby is a lot to handle.. but i think you could manage it. you seemed at ease with your cousin, you know..”

— “really? ah, ludwig, you’re so sweet,” you replied, taking his hand and holding it. you gave it a small squeeze and then continued on. “i think you’d make a great father. i can already imagine you playing with our children.”

— he grinned at that, pressing a kiss to your head. “i’m glad to hear that.”

kiku honda

— the two of you had managed to find a beautiful park to walk at earlier that day. there were lots of trees and shrubs in the beginning phases of blooming. hand in hand, you strolled around together, talking about whatever came to mind. it had been a truly relaxing experience. you happened to find a nice wooden bench to sit down on just when the both of you were getting tired of walking. there was a humble but colorful playground in front of the bench which provided you something interesting to look at. now, instead of walking and talking, you two were sitting and talking.

— you chatted for a while before a comfortable silence fell in between the two of you. you both were busy enjoying the surprisingly pleasant spring day. you leaned against honda’s shoulder and he pressed a gentle kiss to your head through your hair. you almost ended up dozing off completely but just as your eyes started to droop, a young boy came over to you with a small flower. he smiled, his cheeks slightly flushed pink. it was completely and utterly adorable.

— “for me?” you asked quietly, eyes wide in slight disbelief. the boy nodded and handed it to you. as you accepted the flower, he giggled to himself. you gave him a smile in return. “thank you so much,” you said. you held the flower gently before deciding to tuck it behind your ear. that way you wouldn’t lose it to the breeze.

— you and kiku both watched as the boy ran back towards the playground. there were a few other kids who he seemed to be friends with. “looks like i have competition,” honda chuckled, joking around about the situation. when you gave him a confused look, he decided to explain. “i think he has a little crush on you.”

— you laughed gently, denying the whole idea. “kids give flowers to lots of people. i’m sure he would’ve given you one too if he could. he was so cute though. i love kids. they’re so funny sometimes.” you had always been particularly fond of children. apparently, children were fond of you too.

— it had been maybe ten or fifteen minutes before the same boy came back over. this time he had popsicles with him. he quietly smiled again and offered you one in the same way he offered you the flower. you smiled and gushed about how thankful you were, going as far as to give him a curt hug. kiku had zoned out in the middle of this interaction, thinking about how life would be like if you two had a young kid of your own. a little boy or girl to chase after. it would be nice… parenting had its ups and downs of course but he was sure the two of you could handle it.

— you took your favorite flavor of popsicle from the boy, giving him a grin before turning to honda, “want one?”

— he blinked before speaking. “a kid?” he asked, confused as to what you were talking about. to be fair, he wasn’t paying much attention to the situation around him. his face grew red though as he realized what you were offering.

— “no?” you replied with a laugh, handing him a popsicle. you gave him a small kiss to the cheek before speaking again. “i mean.. if that’s what you want i wouldn’t mind.”

[yawujin]

Can we get the being called daddy in bed with the axis please? (^^)

you asked and now you shall receive <3 🪄

{ request } axis reacts to being called "daddy" ˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

type • smut , nsfw content , react , headcanons , imagine , they/them pronouns used

author's note* you can read the other version here ₊˚⊹ ✧ ˚⋆

germany ♥︎

once his partner calls him that, he gets so flustered...he literally keels over them and hides his pale red face into their chest. it's easier than looking them in the eye. he keeps fucking them, this time much faster while still keeping what little control he has left over himself...afterwards it's a little bit harder to think without his mind instantly flashing back to how wondefully smooth that name rolled off his partner's tongue. he really hopes they say it next time, too.

n. italy ♥︎

although i feel like italy would and could be a dom, i don't imagine him as some type of 'daddy dom'.

he likes being called whatever his partner prefers, so when they call him this, he kind of laughs

he accepts it without really thinking of himself that way, so it doesn't have an effect on him like it would with prussia or germany.

he mainly reacts to it by kissing his partner, smiling while he does so. he appreciates the little name, but the sounds they make even more.

japan ♥︎

he exhales a small little laugh through his nose. 'daddy? really?' he slowed his pace down as he thought to himself.

the only way he could ever think of himself as a 'daddy' is because of how much older he is than most of his friends, partner and colleagues

he can roll with it, he supposes. he gives them a loving kiss on their forehead

as long as they don't start calling him 'senpai' in bed 💀 or something

[hetalia-club]

Germany isn't given an official last name and I usually just give him the last name Beilschmidt to go along with Prussia.

But I also do think it's funnier to think he doesn't have a last name and just has one name like McLovin.

Imagine him trying to get a license that way. They would be like "so it's Ludwig... what?" and he's like "yes :)" and they're like "Okay but Ludwig what? What is your last name?" and he's like "Yes, That's me I'm Ludwig :)"

I assume Prussia named him so it's funny to think that he's like "This kid's going to be so rad. All the cool celebrities only have one name Like Cher and Ke$ha"

[koolkat9]

*hungary at the Beilschmidt household door*

*prussia thinking she's there to see him*: hungary! I've missed-

*hungary pushes him aside*: "move bitch."

*hungary runs inside*

*she sees ludwig*: "there you are sweetie🥰 *kisses him on the forehead*: "I brought cookies for you!❤️"

I like to imagine that hungary married Gilbert only for the sake of ludwig so she would become his stepmom😌 jk we love pruhun in this household! but still it's a funny scenario to imagine. oh gilbert...you married the love of your life but at what cost😔

Tbh I'm not the biggest fan of pru//hun. I kind of prefer them just staying besties. But Hun definitely loves little Ludwig. So I think it would be hilarious if she married Gil just to be a mom to Lud though in most cases, specifically in natioverse I don't think she'd have to do that since Pru and Austria have that whole divorced parents sharing custody vibe when it comes to Ludwig. So Hun is already seeing Lud regularly and helping the two raise Lud. Lud deserves two dads and a mom <3

Sorry if that's not fully what you wanted me to say 😅

[thelokeancouncil]

Hetalia writing blurbs #1

A/N: So this is a series I'm probably going to post whenever I come up with some sort of short blurb from a story that is one of my WIPs. I'm doing this to hopefully gain some encouragement because I struggle sometimes with continuing a story. This is a blurb that was written by me and an alter in my system who is an introject of Germany. A lot of what is written is from his own source memories that he's had in the past. This is incomplete at the moment, but I wanted to share what was written.

TW: MENTIONS OF WWII GERMANY, POSSIBLE DESCRIPTIONS OF BAD CAMPS, HISTORICAL HETALIA. Not for the faint of heart. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Berlin, Germany

December 1961

If there was one thing that he hated to feel it was the feeling of weakness. From a young age, Gilbert had taught him that allowing your enemy to see your vulnerability was a death sentence waiting to happen. As the wall went up around the borders of his heart city of Berlin, he became completely fragile.

Ludwig Beilschmidt knelt in front of the concrete fixture that was raised by that damn commie and his men. The wall was thick, cold, and covered in razor sharp barbed wire at its peaks. He had watched so many of his desperate citizens try to escape the harsh rule of the communist east. He also watched them fail miserably and then if they were lucky they weren't executed.

The sound of gunshots, barking dogs, and Russian commands rang in his ears. Nearly every single time the sounds were accompanied by the flashbacks of his foolish mistakes. He knew damn well that he couldn't take on Russia alone, but he was truly too afraid to argue with his boss. Instead he stood by his men's sides as they pumped meth in their systems to block out the excruciating pain or sleep deprivation. He never imagined that his men would become addicted to the illicit substances and then become desperate for more of them.

He could remember the sight of seeing his men lying in the cold and unforgiving snow dead. Their deaths came from either the loss of blood and bodies riddled with bullets or the freezing hand of Russia's famed General Winter taking hold. Being shot to death was a mercy killing when you could die slowly of frostbite and hypothermia. As dark as it was to say, he preferred seeing the snow painted scarlet then to see the failures of his boss to realize that the lack of supplies would cost so much more than the land was worth.

Ludwig had gotten into the habit of coming and kneeling before the monstrous concrete wall almost every day. The habit had come after seeing the true physical state of his older brother Gilbert who now was known as East Germany. Some days Ludwig swore he could hear a lone flute playing on the other side. As it grew much colder though, the sound of the flute grew fainter and fainter. This didn't discourage the younger German personification though. He came every single day and stayed until nightfall because he feared that if he didn't come then he would lose hope.

As it was, he was already losing hope. England and France barely made a move to aid him and his people. Of course he felt that he should have expected that, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut him any less. America seemed to be his only true ally here. The young personification stood by his side when Russia made him feel threatened. Ludwig felt he owed much of his current freedom to the American and his younger sister.

The American girl with the teal and rust colored hair seemed familiar to him. Of course she had taken care of him and his wounds while he was forced into America's custody and he had seen her on the battlefields during the war, but there was something else about her. Ludwig knew her official name to be New York City, but her human name was lost on him at the moment. Everytime he thought of her recently it was like he was trying to access information that he wasn't allowed to. Why the hell was his brain blocking the information away?

What frustrated the German even more about the situation of his lost memories was that every time the personification of New York City was around him, he felt a strange sense of home. Did other nations feel that way when she was around? There was a small part of him that kind of hoped that they didn't. He didn't know where that part of his brain came from, especially because he hadn't made a move towards her, hell he didn't even understand what his feelings were towards her in the first place!

Ever since his time staying in her home, he hadn't fully been able to get her out of his mind. The girl was kind to him and patient with him when he felt that he didn't deserve her kindness, let alone her patience. He saw himself as a monster after he was forced to see the true nature of his boss's “perfect Germany”. He understood why so many other countries looked at him with anger, disgust, and even hatred. Yet the two Americans didn't look at him that way. They looked at him with sympathy.

Gods, but why sympathy? Did they feel sorry for him? Why? Sympathy was a sign of being fragile! He wasn't weak god dammit!

Suddenly Ludwig was brought out of his thoughts when he felt the touch of a cold tendril upon his face. He blinked as he noticed the simple white flakes beginning to spread across the ground. He looked up at the skies above him and saw the sun was still fairly towards the eastern skies, even if it was well hidden by a layer of clouds.

He then glanced down at the cracked wrist watch on his left wrist to confirm his suspicions.

1:00pm

Ludwig then stood to his full height and rested his forehead against the wall. He hadn't heard the sound of Gilbert's flute today, but he was too determined to leave. Gilbert had to be somewhere on the other side, he just knew it. Ludwig took a deep, shaky breath before he began to softly sing “Einsamkeit”. Each of his words were punctuated by a small puff of steam.

“One day bruder… one day” Ludwig finally said quietly as he finished the song. He leaned his head against the cool concrete and closed his eyes. One day he would finally be free and let his people live a life in democracy.

Ludwig stayed this way for at least a few good hours. The only time he seemed to move was to get back into a kneeling position when his legs grew tired. He was almost in a trance, his thoughts dragging him back to the past. His trance-like state made him grow unaware of the growing blizzard conditions around him. He even grew to not realize the steady worsening of his cough.

His mind was at a day in the past where he was forced to his knees in similar snow. He had cuffs securing his wrists in front of him securely. The biting steel of Russia’s pistol dug into his temple while the barrel of England’s was digging into his upper back. He could see dingy and disgusting looking buildings, a gallows where a cowardly soldier allowed the rope to claim his life, and what looked like an army of living skeletons being led away from further horrors by American and British soldiers. What he could remember most about the environment that Arthur, Ivan, Francis, and Alfred had dragged him to was the acrid smell of death.

“Are you aware of what's been going on here, Herr Germany?” the Russian asked, his tone dripping with an edge of disgust, mockery, and anger. As the question left the Russian, the barrel of his gun jabbed at Ludwig’s temple.

Ludwig had no idea that this place even existed, no less , had been used to murder innocent people. He took another look around in horror from his spot kneeling on the ground. Silent tears began to roll down his cheeks as he realized why his body had been sick and why Ace had betrayed him along with others among his men. Ace never meant to hurt him or betray him. She was trying to save him as many of his citizens had.

“Answer the question, you dirty kraut! How could you do this to your own people?” Arthur growled and then he kicked Ludwig in his lower back making the German fall face first into the dirt.

After a moment more of seeing dead bodies being taken away, a sharp pain burst across Ludwig’s chest. “NEIN! I KNEW NOZHING OF ZHIS, MEIN BOSS KEPT ME IN THE DARK ABOUT ANYZHING OZER ZHAH ZHE VARFRONTS!” Ludwig cried out as his tears spilled in a nearly uncontrollable manner at this point.

In that moment it was the first time that Ludwig was fragile around his enemies. When the trials came, he expected a death sentence. What he got was way worse.

The four allied nations had agreed to drop the genocide crime against Ludwig. This was due to all the evidence that New York was able to present. The evidence supported the theory that Ludwig was kept in the dark about all matters outside the war fronts. That didn't stop them from charging him with the rest of his war crimes though.

In the end, he was split into four sectors that were divided among the four allies. England, France, and America took the westward sectors while Russia took the eastward one. Russia's demands did not end there though. Thanks to a rightfully traumatized Poland and Lithuania, Russia demanded that Gilbert be completely disbanded as a nation and his land given to Poland.

What Ludwig had not known was that this very factor left Gilbert defenseless against Ivan and his lackeys. Gilbert had been beaten and kidnapped from the eastern side of the wall and was now imprisoned deep in Russian territory.

8:00pm

The icy winds of the blizzard kicked up and the snow was nearly blinding for anyone who dared to come anywhere near the Berlin Wall.