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    “L-Ludwig!”    Tears fill my eyes as I squeeze them shut, slamming the front door behind me. The irritating jangling of the keys makes me pull them out of the lock with a copious amount of strength, throwing them to the floor. The contact between the keys and the wooden flooring produces a loud crash. I don’t bother bending over to pick them up.    “L-Ludwig, are you home? I-I need to talk to someone, and I…”    I aggressively wipe the tears away from my eyes in anger and frustration. I’m unable to stop them from seeping out of the corners. I hurriedly kick my boots off of my feet, despite t

GermanyxReader Overworking     Again. He was in that stupid office again! You and Ludwig had been married for about a year and throughout that year; he progressively worked more and more. You never saw each other except for late at night when he would finally come out of his office to eat dinner and go straight to bed. To top it off, he was usually too exhausted to manage more than a "guten nacht*" and a sloppy kiss. You were worried for your German husband, not only was this unhealthy for him, you were beginning to feel extremely neglected as his wife. You knew he loved you and that he'd never cheat, but it felt as if he was losing interes

On the 5th of April, Easter Day, (F/n) and Germany ―Ludwig― held a little gathering at their house, inviting a few countries over. To (F/n), it was just another Easter celebration with backyard barbecuing and laughing with friends. But what Ludwig had in store for her, would make her completely love this day. The two have been dating for three years and someone felt like it was the right time to ask. Ludwig told (F/n) that he and his friends, Italy ―Feliciano― and Japan ―Kiku― had finished hiding the many plastic eggs in places that were obvious and not so obvious around the house. "Okay! All the kids, y

     White like an angel in my wedding dress, smiling like I just ate something sweet. Maybe I did, in a way. Saying that I was excited is an understatement. I was ecstatic for only one reason. I was getting married to the love of my life, Ludwig Beilschmidt. I will admit that I miss him since I haven't seen him since yesterday morning before his brother, Gilbert, dragged him off to his bachelor party and (bestie 1) dragged me off to mine.     Now it was the big day and I was behind the scenes with my three best friends. It was just minutes away from the walk out and I was a wreck of contorted emotions. There was doubt, I know I shouldn't b

Germany X Reader: The car accident  You were curently driving to your boyfriend, Ludwig's, house and you saw Greece walking chaseing after a cat and you wave to him and he waves back. Then the cat goes right infront of your car and Greece tries to protect the cat. You sworve out of the way only to have your car flipped over and rolling. Once it stopped Greece ran over to the car and pulled you out. "_____ are you ok?" Greece asked as you didn't move or speak. He calls 911 and then Ludwig. "Ludwig, ______ she crashed her car...she's still breathing but it looks like she has some broken bones...we're a couple of blocks away from your house...

GermanyXReader Was It His Fault? Warning: I want to make sure I say this now; so I don’t upset anyone with what I have written. This story does take place after the World War II Time era. Actually, right at the end of the war. Some things will be said, along such lines of what happened during the time of WWII, as said with such events I put up this warning. If you don’t want to read about something like this, then don’t. As simple as that. A/N: I got this sudden idea after book shopping with my best friend over the weekend. I love history to no end and I plan on going into a career of history. I got this book called;  If

I don't know when was the last time I went to bed with her. Or woke up with her. I haven't slept in my own bedroom for a long time, she's there and I don't want to wake her up so late at night, when I finish work. So I sleep on my couch, like a guest in my own house. Anyway, when she wakes up, I'm gone again. I barely see her, and she doesn't even call me anymore. I guess I had to cancel too many dates for her to ask again. I can't even tell how bad I feel about it. She's not even asking for much, and I can't fulfill her one wish. I need a break. I have to find her, not call or message her, I must go to her and take her out somewhere. For on