~(Hetalia number 1) Germany X Reader~ Chapter 2

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Feliciano opens the front door. "Italy! Get all ze blankets you can find!" He nods and skips off. During your journey from the pond to his house, you started to shake uncontrollably in Ludwig's arms. He gently sets you on the ground. "____, I-I'm going to have to ta-take your c-clothes of-f. I-if zat's al-right?" You nod. With your approval, he slowly start to take your clothes off. Sweat drips down his neck as he grips your frigid, iced frabric. "A-alright, I-I'm going to take y-your jacket and shirt off."

Feli walks back in with blankets stacked on top of blankets. "Germany, where should I—" he freezes in his tracks as he watches his German friend take your clothes off. "Germany! Germany! What are you doing to bella?!"

The German stops and stares at his friend. Sweat drips down his forehead. "I-I have to take her clothes off because zhey're soaking wvet. D-Don't vorry! I'm not doing anyszing zat you sink I'm doing!" A sigh of relief escapes the Italians mouth. Good, because that would be very weird~!He throws your frozen jacket aside. His heart beats quicker as he sees that he also needs to take your shirt off. Verdammt! I can’t do zis! Maybe I can make Italy do zis… Except, he would start freaking out at ze sight of za shaking ____. Taking a deep breath, he starts to slowly remove your shirt. Gripping your frigid fabric in his shaking hands, he slowly lifts it up only to put it back down again. “I CAN’T DO ZIS!”

Italy furrows his brows, “you can do this~! Try harder and save bella!”

“ZEN DO IT YOURSELF!”

The Italian cringes, “BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!” Zis is getting novhere… I-I’ll have to do it myself…

You stare up into his blue eyes. “L-L-Ludi, wh-what’s ta-aking you s-so long? I-I-I’m f-fr-freezing here…” Realizing he too is shaking, you say, “J-just for-forget about m-me… W-warm you-rself u-up f-first.” Slowly and shaky, you bring your hand up to his face. Though he’s cold, you’re freezing. The “warmth” from his face warms your hand.

He grips your hand with his, “nein. I-I just can— Italy!” he shouts over his shoulder, “turn on ze bastub and get me some matches and logs to start a fire!” He nods and runs off, again. Looking back at you, he says, “Zere’s no vay I’d leave a f-friend behind.”

"B-b-bu-t L-Lu-Lud—" you stammer.

“I SAID NEIN!” Startled by his voice, you pull your hand back. His soft, blue, shaking eyes look down (literally, nowhere in particular), “i-if I did, I vould never forgive myself…”

With all the strength you had left, you sit up. There, you slowly start taking your frozen shirt off. He stares at you, surprised you had the strength to do that, along with taking your shirt off. Dropping it to the ground, you start taking your pants off. He stumbles back, v-v-vhy is she doing zis?! I mean, it saves me ze time to do zat and look like a pervertieren… Feli walks back in, “Germany~ I started the tub and I also got the logs and matches you wanted~!” Seeing you moving causes him to smile. "____! Ve alright~!" You smile at him as you kick your pants off, but sadly, it hits poor Ludwig in the face. Remembering that he had a job, Feliciano continues to carry the logs and matches until he reaches you. There, he throws the wood in the fireplace (yeah, a fireplace is next to Ludi's front door. I don't know!). In a split second, he lights the match and creates fire. The warmth from it causes the frost on your eye lashes to melt. He throws it in. Smiling, he sits down next to you, “so, ____, are you feeling better~?” You shake your head, “why not?”

“I-I f-feel co-confu-sed… I-I f-feel l-like I-I’m b-burning h-hot, b-but I know I-I’m c-cold… I-I n-need w-warmth o-or b-body h-heat f-fast… Th-this is a sig-n of hy-hypotherm-ia.”

His grin widens, "well I just heated up a bath—"

“N-No… Th-the w-water h-has to be c-old. I-if i-it’s re-ally h-hot, i-it c-cou-ld h-harm the body (I don’t know but you’re not suppose to take hot shows or baths. Keep the water cold and I think slowly get warmer. I have no idea ). I-I r-rather h-have body he-at i-inst-ead.”

Ludwig gets up, “but you’re freezing.” I did hear about using body heat instead of hot water…

You smile, “I-I th-think I’m f-ine.” An idea pops in your head, “h-how a-bo-out y-you take a cold or h-hot bath wh-while I ge-get war-med up by b-blankets a-and bo-body h-heat. We-we’ll s-see which o-one of u-us wi-ill recov-ver f-faster, d-deal?” you say, holding out your hand. He stares at you but shakes it.

“Deal.” He gets up and walks to Italy. “Italy,” he says as he puts a hand on his shoulder, “varm her up, alright?”

The Italian nods, “right~!”

The German smiles, “good. Take all ze blankets and vrap it avound her. Lay vith her next to ze fireplace.” You watch as he walks down a hallway. “Prussia! Get your lazy arsch out of bed, and help Italy varm up ____!”

A chuckle escapes tom your mouth. Feliciano looks over at you, “what are you laughing about, bella~?”

“L-Ludi’s s-so f-funny…” The sound of the Prussian emerging from his room is heard.

Shouts in German is heard, but you couldn’t understand it. (Translate) “Hey West! Vhy ze hell voul-" He stops when he see’s his brothers sorrow-filled face. "O-oi, vat’s wrong?"

Looking into his older brother’s eyes, he whispers, “Please, I don’t vant to beg you, but if I have to, please, h-help _____, alright?”

His smile fades as he looks into his brother’s eyes. I-is he—nein, he’d never do zat. but vhy are his eyes so vatery… “G-Germany… vat’s ze deal all of ze sudden!” He smiles as he pats his brother’s back, "h-hey, zis is not like you! V-vat happen—"

“____, I-I accidentally pulled her into a pond… a-and now.” he mutters as he buries his face in his hands.

Prussia could see everything. “H-hey hey, don’t vorry. I, ze awesome Prussia, vill take care of her!” Prussia says as he throws his arm over his younger brother’s shoulder. I never seen West so depressed before… “D-do you like ____?”

Red covers his cheeks, “v-vat? Vat are you talking about? Can’t I care about her as a friend?”

Prussia laughs, “kessesesese! Surree~. I sink you have feelings for ze frau.” He (Prussia) takes his jacket off as he walks towards you. (No translation) “Hey ____!” You and Italy turn around to see the awesome Prussia. “Germany just told me vat happen—… You don’t look so good. Are you alright? Do you need body heat because I can give you plenty…?” You gape, noooo! I’d rather freeze than be with this pervert! He stops walking as he notices that you’re not wearing clothes, besides your underwear and bra. Red covers his cheeks, “o-oh… Zat kind of body heat…”

Jaw drops as you shout, “WH-HAT E-ELSE WE-WERE YOU TH-THINKING AB-OUT?!” He looks at the ground, now zis vill be a problem.. but no vorry! I’ll do it anyvays for I am awesome!!! His smirk reforms on his face, oh great, what’s he thinking now…? He throws off his pants in a somewhat stylish way. He rips them off, and chucks them across the room. Eh, I’ll buy more pants later. Right now, I have to get down to business… The thought of being around shirtless or pant less guys causes you to feel uncomfortable, not to mention your face turned bright red. Italy comes back in the room, when did he leave… with a bundle of blankets. He carefully takes each one and wraps it around you. You smile as you look up at him. He returns your smile and starts taking off his shirt and pants. Movement is seen in the corner of your eye. Gaping, you see a tiny, yellow bird flying about Prussia. G-Gilbird?! The feeling of warmth is felt against your legs. Realizing someone’s touching you, you whip your head around to see a shivering Italian. “W-what’s wrong, F-Feli?”

He squeals, “Y-YOU’RE F-FREEZING, BELLA!”

Prussia chuckles, “she can’t be zat cold…” Oh, but I am… He gets into your bundle of blankets. Right when your skin touches his, he shrieks. “AHH! FRAU! YOU’RE SO DAMN FREEZING!” Grudgingly, he continues to move closer to you. The rush of heat pumps into you; though your uncontrollable shivering doesn’t slow down. Arms on both sides wrap around you. You feel as Feliciano snuggles into you; while Prussia pulls you closer into his chest. With a red face, you try to close your eyes. Think in your happy place think in your happy place…

The thought of you never left Ludwig’s mind. I vonder how ____’s holding up? I hope she’s alright… “____, are you feeling better~?” asks Feli. You nod, “good~!” Frau is freezing… I don’t sink I can stand zis much cold… but Germany, he… Nein, I’ll have to keep going! Minutes go by, which turned into ten minutes, then twenty. Her temperature doesn’t seem to be improving… Vhere ze hell is West?!

Ludwig finally gets out of the tub. "I feel somevat better… I should check on ____." Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walks out towards the fireplace. As he walks in, Prussia immediately sits up.

The look of guilt is shown on his awesome face. "H-hey, W-West, h-how are you f-feeling?"

Blinking, he continues to walk closer to you guys. "I sink I feel much better. Vhy? Don't tell me," oh no, "zat _____ got you cold?"

He laughs nervously, "kesesesese! She maybe cold, but she can't make ze awesome Prussia cold!!!!" Ludwig smiles. "H-hey, vat are you doing?" he asks his brother who kneels next to him.

Ludwig stares at him, “I’m checking on ____.” The albino-like man freezes. Crap! He’ll figure out zat ____ isn’t varm! With furrowed brow, Prussia watches as Ludwig leans over to you.

“Hey Germany~!” says Feliciano as he pops up, inches away from Ludwig’s face. Forgetting that Feli was there, he stumbles backwards. “Germany, what’s wrong~?”

“Italy, you startled me… Vhen— never mind. How’s ____ doing?” he asks as he moves strands of hair out of your face. You fell asleep ten minutes ago, so you’re out cold (no pun included XD).

Feliciano looks at Prussia, then at the floor nervously. “W-well, bella hasn’t—" Prussia waves his hands violently. “Never mind!"

Ludwig stops and stares at his ally. “… Alright zen.” He places his hand on your forehead. His blue eyes shake as he feels your cold skin. “V-vhy hasn’t she— Italy! Prussia! Vat vere you guys doing?!” They jump and look down. “Vhy is her temperature ze same! I tsought I told you to varm he—"

“We couldn’t! Bella’s too cold! I mean, I stayed by her, but,” tears form in his hazel eyes, “she wasn’t getting any better…” Ludwig sweats at his friend’s response. Hasn’t been getting any better? Z-zat doesn’t make any sense… Zhey’ve been vith her for more zan twenty minutes… unless…

“PRUSSIA! Vhy didn’—"

“We couldn’t do anyszing, West. So stop yelling at us and take frau to ze bastub!”

He stares into his brother’s red eyes. “Into… ze bastub… vith her… Vait! I was just in it—!”

“I know,” Prussia responds. “Do you feel better?”

… He’s right. “Ja.” grumbles the German.

“Zen take a bath vith ze frau. You’ll never know, you might like it.” chuckles the Prussian.

Red covers the his face, “y-you pervert!”

“Germany! You should take ____ right now! She’s shaking, again!” He glances back at you and see’s you violently shaking, again. Though hesitant, he carefully picks you up and heads to the bathtub.

She’s freezing! ...Vat have I gotten myself into… He glances down at you, “don’t vorry ____, I’ll make sure you—" Agh! Sh-she’s in a b-bra and undervear! H-how can I—

You slowly open your (e/c) eyes, only to be welcome by his sweaty, gaping face. “L-L-Lud-i…” you practically whisper before closing your eyes again. Seeing that you can’t hold on any longer, he rushes to the bathtub, turns of the water, and sits down with you in his arms.

“_-___,—"

“I-I know, t-the b-body h-he-at do-didn’t w-work. I-I guess y-ou w-were r-right af-fte-r a-ll…”

Shaking his blonde, messy hair, he says, “Nein. Zhey didn'—" you bring your hand up to his cheek to silence him.

“No, th-they t-tri-ed the-re b-es-t. M-my fa-ult f-for fa-lling i-in t-the po-pond.”

“B—"

“L-Ludi, wh-why a-re y-you a-al-always s-so s-tubborn. I-I s-aid i-it w-as fi-ine.” you chuckle, or tried to. He smiles at your strange response.

“Hey loser! Keep your eyes on ze bastub!” Heads turn towards the tub which was already overflowing.

Ludwig’s expression went from confused, to gaping. “HOW ZE HELL DID IT OVERFLOW ALVEADY?!” A giggle escapes from your chattering mouth. Stopping, you look up at his face. His expression; soft blue eyes; his kind, warming smile… He catches your glance and stares at you. Though your face is already flushed, it flushes even more. Remembering the bathtub, he sets you down and rushes towards it as he shouts in German. Quickly, he turns the water off and grabs the drain. Sweat trickles down his face as he turns to face you. “Sorry about zat. I vasn’t paying attention to it.” You manage to smile as he squats down next to you. His warm, strong arms pick you back up and carries you to the bathtub.

“Germany! Germany!” Attention turns toward the door. “Make sure the water isn’t too hot for bella~!”

“I can’t tell if it’s too hot or not.” he says. “I’m just as cold as her.” The Italian smiles before skipping to the bathtub.

Right when he dips his fingers in the water, a gasp escapes from his mouth. Feliciano slowly turns to face the two of you. “Germany! This is cold!"

“Zat’s good.” Slowly, he lowers you into the freezing tub. As your pale foot touches the water, you shriek. Ludwig quickly pulls you back. ”Vat’s wrong?!"

Burying your head in his warm chest, you mutter, “I-it’s t-to-too h-hot…”

Concern fills both countries’ eyes; but Ludwig’s eyes the most. “Alright.” He drains the whole bathtub, only to fill it back up with only cold water. “Italy! Check it again!"

Though hesitant, he does so. The same result shows once again. With chattering teeth, he says, “I-IT’S R-REALLY FR-FREDDO!!!”

Nodding, the German slowly lowers you into the bathtub once again. Your shaky breathing against his bare chest; your pale, feeble body; your tensed body all causes the German to worry. When your foot touches the water, you don’t shriek, but instead melt into his arms. “I-it f-feels fi-fine…” Nodding, he lowers the rest of your body into the bathtub. Your teeth chatter, not because you’re cold, but because of the heat (if that makes sense). The only problem was: You can’t stay up.

“Germany, what are you waiting for~?” questions the Italian who waves his noodle arms around. "Get in the bathtub with bella~!”

Before he could protest, you grip his arm. “L-Lu-Ludi…” he glances down at you; “I-I d-don’t th-think I-I c-can s-sit u-up in th-the bat-athtub…” His teeth grind together as he stares into your dull (e/c) eyes. They grind together as he removes the towel from his waist (he’s in is boxers); they grind together as he forces himself back into the bathtub, but with you in it. The water rises as his weight is added to the water. Zere’s not enough arm room in here! Don’t tell me I'—!”

“Hey losers! I heard a shri—!" Prussia stops, dead in his tracks, as he sees his younger brother—squished in the bathtub— with you. With a tilted head and furrowed brows, he forms an “o” with his mouth. “O-oh… I didn’t sink you’d actually do zat…” Veins pop out of the German’s head. Placing both hands on the tub’s frame, he pushes himself up. Gilbert smirks, “W-West. You shouldn’t leave ____, in the bastub alone.” Ludwig looks back to see you sink to the bottom of the cold tub.

“_-___!” His strong arms grab you and pulls you up. Water drips from your nose and down to your chattering teeth as you slowly surface back up. Though hesitant, he wraps an arm around you, bringing you close to his toned chest. Whether you know what’s happening or not, you accept this, brought your hand to his chest as you laid your head on it, and “cuddled” into him. Embarrassment, uneasiness, and nervousness covers his face with red. Chuckles, oohh’s, and aahh’s causes the German’s attention to turn towards the door. Feliciano and Prussia stand at the foot of the door frame giggling and oohing at Ludwig. "Italy! Prussia! Get over here!” Startled, they both come over to their German friend. “Italy, I vant you to  drain ze vater out while Prussia replaces it vith a little bit varmer vater."

“Eye-eye captain~!” Ludwig watches as the water’s quickly replaced by the cold, frigid air, which hits you exposed legs and causes you to shake more violently than before. 

“Prussia! Turn ze vater on!” shouts Ludwig as he watches his brother and friend.

“Don’t yell at me! I’m trying to!"

Though agitated, the German waits for Italy to put the drain back on as he holds you tightly against his chest. Grmmm… Her temperature's still dangerously low… “S-so c-c-cold…” you mutter as you bury your face into Ludwig’s chest.

“Prussia, Italy—!”

“We’re trying!”

“LET ME TALK! As I was saying, we’ll repeat this every fifteen minutes until she’s relatively varm.”

After repeating this plan several times, Ludwig decides to take you out. “Italy, take ____ and dry her off.” They nod and grab you. Ludwig stands up, gets out, and grabs a towel. “Prussia, Italy, I need you two to varm her up tonight—”

The Prussian glares at his brother; “Prussia and Italy. Prussia and Italy! Vhy do we have to varm her up?! You do it!”

Ludwig stumbles back; “Vh-vhy?! I-I had to do it in ze ba-ba—"

“—In ze bastub? Kesesesse~! Vat a lame excuse… Just because you’re shy vith ze frau doesn’t mean zat we have to do everything!”

The bickering from your friends causes you to look up. “G-Gilbert…”

Gilbert turns to stare at the dazed you leaning against the happy-go-lucky Italian. “… _-___, I tsought I told you to call me Prussia…”

“D-does i-t ma-atter…?”

“Nein…” grumbles the albino-like man. You nod and, with Feli’s help, limped to Ludwig’s room where you’d be spending the night in.

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Later that night...

Gott, today was definitely stressful. Ludwig closes his eyes and falls asleep, only to wake up to a voice. “Ah~! My adorable nipote~!”

Ludwig sits up and stares at the old city with astonishment. “R-Roman Empire?! Vat are you doing here?!” exclaims the startled German.

The unusually handsome Grandpa Rome smiles. “I came to check on my little Italy~! Oh, I see that he has a ragazz—"

“Nein, she’s just a friend.”

Ancient Rome smirks, “Then why are two men sleep—“"

“I PULLED HER INTO ZE VATER, ALRIGHT!” Rome pauses and stares at the German. "She has hypothermia, so I asked Italy and Prussia to varm her up.”

Dumbstruck, he stutters, “Wh-why?! Why would you pull a bella ragazza into the cold water~?!”

“I didn’t try to…” mutters Ludwig as he looks down at the floor nowhere in particular. 

Rome smiles, “You sound like you care a lot about her~ Am I right~? Do you love her~?”

Ludwig gapes at the old handsome geezer. “A-agh! V-VAT ARE YOU TALKING AB—"

Rome cuts him off by leaning into the German, his face a centimeter away from Ludwig’s. “You’re in love with her~!"

“N-nein! I-I don’t love h-her!” whispers the German in a harsh tone.

Rome grips Ludwig's collar. “Shhh! No need to be so loud~! Let’s talk about this in the hallway, ok~!”

“Fine!” Both get up and walked out the door.

“So~” the old city begins as he rests his hand on Lud’s shoulder; “why aren’t you sleeping with the beautiful oceanid (sea nymph), hm~~? I would if I got the chance~!"

Rome stumbles backwards as he watches Ludwig slap his (Rome) hand off. “Because that’s indecent! I met her two days ago! Vhy in gott's name vould I sleep vith her?!”

“Because~ That’s what makes it fun~! Having s—"

“NEIN! STOP TALKING ABOUT ZIS! IT MAKES ME UNCOMFORT—"

“L-Lu-Ludwig… Wh-what’s wi-with a-all the noise?”

Both Europeans stumble. Whipping his blonde head towards his superior, he whispers, “GO!”

Rome looks around nervously before diving into the couch to the left of him. “I was expecting a different voice from the beautiful girl, but oh well—!”

“Just shut up!"

Ludwig, with his attention on you, gives off a nervous smile. Sweat trickles down his temple as he clears his throat. “_-___, v-vat are you doing?” croaks Ludwig as he stares at the sleepy you.

Though dazed, you answer him. “I-I h-eard n-noises *Achoo* *Sniff* I-is ev-eryth-thing al-alright?"

“J-ja! Hahahahaha~! E-everything’s alright! J-just tire— I mean, I couldn’t sleep. Vh-vhy are you up?” stammers the German as he rubs his blonde hair.

A chuckle is released from your chattering mouth. “Y-you j-just a-asked that! S-so wei-eird…”

Mrmm… “_-___, y-you’re still cold…” He begins to walk towards you with a forced smile pushed against his face. “C-come on, go back to ze bed and get varm.”

He’s acting very strange… “O-ok, m-mom!” Agh! Vat did she just say?! You giggle, “N-no need to be s-so s-seriou-s, L-Ludi~!”

He narrows his blue eyes. “JUST GO TO BED!”

“F-FINE! No need to raise your voice… Meanie…" you pout as he shoos you back into his room.

Ludwig sighs as he watches you stick out your tongue before you back to the bed. “Sometimes…”

“Is everything good~? Can I come out now~?” mumbles the Roman Empire.

“Ja."

Rome pops out, smile plastered against his face. “You should ask her to dinner, sleep with her, have s—"

“NEIN! I VON’T DO ANYZING LIKE ZAT!” Ludwig exclaims as he crosses his arms. “I—"

“You’ll never know~! You might like it~! I sure did~...”

*Facepalm* “Gott, you sound like France…”

“At least he knows how to have fun-! You know what~? I should help you get her~ I am good with the donne (ladies)~.”

The German freezes. “Y-you’d do zat for me—?! V-vait! Vhy am I excite—"

“Sì~! Why wouldn’t I do that for a fan~! I'll come back tomorrow for more advice, and to see how it's going~!"

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You lay in his bed, on your back, listening to Ludwig and someone else talk. Who’s he talking to? “Frau,” Your attention shifts toward the dazed Prussian. “Where did West go?”

“H-he’s i-in th-e h-hallw-ay w-with so-meone.”

Gilbert nods. “Und where did you go?” ……… “Never mind, stupid question. …………. Frau, you're freezing. Here.” His arms wrap themselves around your chest, as he snuggles his head in your shoulder. “Better?” questions the dazed man.

Your cheeks begin to heat up. “Y-yeah, I-I guess…"

“Ve~ ____, I had the strangest dream last nigh— Oh, it’s still night time… I’ll tell you in the morning~!” The Italian rolls next to you, and copies what Gilbert did. This’ll be an interesting night. 

Hours later, Ludwig enters the room with someone behind him. “Roman Empire, are you going to come back tomorrow night?”

“Of course~!” exclaims Rome; “I want to see my nipote again~! Along with the progress between you and—"

“I DON’T VANT TALK ABOUT IT IN HERE!” hisses Ludwig as he gets back into bed. “Vell, see you tomorrow, Rome.”

“Arrivederci~!”

The morning was rough. “Fratello! Fratello!” You groan at the sound of Feli’s peppy voice waking you up. "I had the strangest dream last night~! Grandpa Rome came to visit me~! … Fratello~? Romano~? Where did you go~?” No one wants to be woken up in the morning! Even if you’re adorable… “…Oh~? He hung up.” No kidding… Looking towards Feli, you notice something out of place: Gilbert’s gone. Hmmm, I wonder if he’s out drinking. No, it’s too early in the mor— well… *Achoo* “Oh~? … Ve, ____~! You’re awake! I had a dream where Grandpa Rome came to visit me last night~!” The Italian starts explaining his dream to you; however, you doze off and found yourself falling back to sleep. A large quantity of warmth brings you back to life.

“Mhmmm… *snore* N-no… I-I don’t wanna wake up…” The feel of an arm upon you causes your (e/c) dazed eyes to open. A silhouette of a handsome, messy-haired face comes into view.

Ludwig, who’s apparently still asleep from last night, groans in his sleep. “Grrmmm… Italy, run faster… Stop slacking off and start training…."

“But Germany~! I just woke up!” whines the Italian in retaliation.

But Germany… I just woke up…? Slowly, (e/c) eyes open to reveal the German’s face an inch away from yours. The feel of his arm around you; his chest to rub against yours; his messy, blonde hairy face almost touching your face causes a yelp to release from your mouth. Ludwig’s blue eyes shoot open at the sound of your voice. “… AHH!” *THUD* “_-_-__!!! Vh-vhy are you s-so cl-close to me?!”

Sitting up, you exclaim, as you grip the bed sheets, “I can ask the same! Your arm wrapped itself around me! Around me!” His face reddens. “Do you have anything to say to me, Ludwig?”

Grumbling is heard from the German. “Traurig…” he says as he stays sitting on the floor. A grin on your face begins to widen at his response. Confusion covers his face as he stares up at you. “Vhy are you smiling?”

“Oh nothing~! Just thinking how weird you were acting last night~! It sounded as though you were talking to someone…”

"Vell I wasn’—"

“LIIIIIIIIIAAARRRRRR! Liar!”

Ack! H-how does she know?! “I-I’m not lying!”

With your chin resting on your hands, you state, in rather cute-like sassy voice, “Den why’s yer face all red, hmm~?”

“R-red? ... ZAT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE IN A BRA! WHO SAID IT HAD ANYZING TO DO VITH LYING?!”

“STOP YELLING AT ME! I DON’T LIKE YOUR ATTITUDE!”

“NEIN! YOU’RE YELLING AT ME!"

“Fine, fine,” you say, in a rather harsh voice, with crossed arms; “whatever you say……….. Liar.”

“I TSOUGHT YOU SAID TO DROP ZE SUBJECT!”

"I never said that! You’re filling lies inside my mouth because you’re a liar." accuses the accused you.

……… "Fine," he says as he gets up. "Call me vatever you like." You watch him, with curious eyes, as he trudges towards the door. As he reaches the doorframe, he glances back to state: "I'm not lying." even though that's a lie.

Feli stares at Ludwig then at you. "What—?"

"Feli, I think it's best if you don't talk.” The Italian covers his mouth as he watches you walk over to your luggage.

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