Such Mich, Find Mich (2p!Germany Songfic)

Konichiwa!  Turtle-chan here!  You guys probably won't be hearing a whole lot from me for the next week or two because I have a ton going on right now.  Next week is science fair which is utterly terrifying and then the week after that I have mock exams for my AP classes, so I am busy, busy, busy.  But, I have had time to write another fanfic because they're pretty easy to whip out in a hurry.  I'm going to apologize in advance if 2p!Germany, who I am referring to as Lutz  throughout the fic, is out of character.  I really haven't been able to find much to base his personality off of, so I basically just went with what I thought Germany would be like if he went dark.  Also, like it says, it's a songfic and the song it's based off of is "Such Mich, Find Mich" by Oomph!.  They're an awesome gothic industrial metal band from Germany and I really do need to do a band feature post on them soon because they're really great.  To get a feel for what they're like, think Rammstein but darker in a literary way.  For example, where Rammstein has a lot about killing and death and physical torture, Oomph! is more on the side of vengeance, social issues (not like super political, though.  More like rape and poverty and such), and psychological torture.  I like it.  But I also like dark things, so it's not for everyone.  Also, Oomph! uses more synthesizer sounds than Rammstein and I love synth!  But yeah, there aren't a lot of 2p!Germany stories I've found and most of them are kind of boring because they're all sort of the same, so I decided to try my hand at one.  Also, the song really is perfect.  I'll give you a link to the song with both the German and the English translation of the lyrics so you can see what I mean.  Love.  This.  Song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4B63Wk86Nfg  "Such Mich, Find Mich" -  Oomph!

That's 2p!Germany, by the way, in case you didn't know. 

And without further ado, here's the story.  Oh, and I don't know if I made it clear, but basically the main character is kind of in a transition stage between her 1p! and her 2p! self.  I couldn't blatantly say it, but that's what's going on and why she's kind of losing her mind.  Also, I put in a history reference, so see if you can catch it!  Here's a hint: World War II, Nazi Germany (^_-).  Enjoy!


- Turtle-chan

Du bringst mich aus dem Takt- Takt- Taktgefühl.
Fühlst du, wie ich mich heut ganz in dir verlier'?
Durch dich werd' ich heut neu neu neu gebor'n,
denn das, was ich brauch', find ich ich ich in dir.

                I was walking home after a world meeting when I met him.  It was late and I was alone.  It was a mistake I regret to this day.  Or maybe not.  The jury might still be out.  I think my sanity is slipping away from me.  I don’t know.  What I do know is this: I met him that night and my life changed.

                “Hallo, Frau,” a deep voice called out from the shadows.  I felt a chill run down my spine and I froze like a rabbit under a hawk’s gaze.

                “H-hello?  Who’s there?” I replied.  The voice sounded eerily like a friend of mine’s, but there was something in the tone that made me know it wasn’t him.

                I heard a slow shuffling as the person walked out of the shadows to stand at the edge of the pool of light being given off by the streetlamp.  I stood in the center of the pool.  He was still enveloped in shadows, but I saw enough of him to elicit a gasp.  He was tall, like, over six feet.  And totally ripped, something I find strange now.  He had on tight black pants and a loose, grungy tank top with a khaki jacket draped over his broad shoulders.  Blonde hairs peeped out of a black military cap which he wore low down over his face, but I could still see his eyes.  His eyes.  God, I will never forget those eyes as long as I live.  They were this unnatural reddish-pinkish-purpleish shade.  Immediately I felt a sense of evil from those eyes.  He was covered in scars.  I saw at least three on his arm and one large one across his strong cheekbones.  “Hmm…” he said, obviously looking me up and down.  I covered myself self-consciously but tried to stand up straight and appear confident.

                “What?  What do you want, sir?  It’s late and I’d like to get home,” I said in a loud, clear voice.

                His evil-colored eyes flicked up to my face for a moment before roaming my body again.  “Do you really vant to know?” he asked with a thick German accent.  My blood ran cold.  In that instant, I knew exactly who he was and I was terrified of him.

                “If it involves my body, then it’s out of the question, Lutz.  If it’s something else, I might help as long as it’s legal,” I responded, trying to maintain my bravado.

                He chuckled in the darkness and I shivered.  “I see my reputation precedes me.  Zat is goot,” he laughed.  Then, he turned serious again.  “But it looks like I vill be hafink to do zis zee hart vay.”

                He began to advance toward me, circling me.  I couldn’t help but think of a large cat, like a tiger or a panther, while watching him.  His eyes glinted in the dim light of the streetlamp and I realized early on that I had very little chance of escape.  So I did something stupid.  I walked toward him, holding his gaze.  I could tell he was smirking in the darkness, but I couldn’t see it.  And that’s when I felt my mind change.  That’s when my sanity started slipping away from me.

                “Vell, vell.  Let us go, ja?” he said, putting a muscular arm proprietarily around my waist.  I allowed him to lead me to his lair.  A lamb in the lion’s den.

 

Du bist alles, alles was mich fesselt.

 Niemand kennt mich besser.

 Alles, was ich will, bist du.

                “Frau!” Lutz called from the next room over.  I dried my hands on the dishtowel and walked in to see him lazing around as usual.

                “What do you want?” I sighed, exasperated.

                “Bring me a bier,” he ordered, not looking up at me.

                “Ja, ja,” I responded sarcastically as I went back into the kitchen.  I swear he is the laziest human being…  I opened the bottle with a little difficulty and brought it back to him.  “Here.”

                He took the bottle from my hand, not looking up from his… magazine.  I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist.  It hurt.

                “What?” I asked, turning back around.  I was struggling to contain my temper.

                “Danke,” he said, releasing my hand.  My German isn’t great, but I was pretty sure he thanked me.  I wasn’t sure how to react, so I just went back to the kitchen.

                Lutz keeps his house freezing cold for some reason, and he had insisted that I wear a stupid, skimpy miniskirt, so I was used to being cold most of the time.  Did this mean I enjoyed it?  No.  So, I stood there, washing the dishes and shivering as usual.  I heard a noise behind me which I assumed was one of Lutz’s demon cats, so I didn’t pay it much mind.  I had gotten used to being clawed at random, so it didn’t frighten me.

                It wasn’t the cats.  I felt a large pair of arms wrap around my waist and I froze.  I wanted to melt into those arms and the warm body they were attached to, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.  “Is there a reason you’re touching me, Lutz?” I asked, affecting a bored tone.

                I felt cool, chapped lips brush against my neck and I couldn’t hold back a shiver.  Was it out of fear or pleasure?  I can’t remember now.  “Does zere haf to be, Maus?” he murmured into my ear as one of his hands crept dangerously low.

                I abruptly pushed him away, mourning the loss of the heat but celebrating my escape from a dangerous situation.  “Yes, there does.  I’m busy,” I told him curtly.

                “Alright.  I vill vait, zen.  I am goot at zat vhen I haf to be,” he chuckled darkly as he went back into the living room.  I shivered once again, but not from the cold.

 

Und darum:

Such mich - find mich, treib mich weiter.

 Halt mich - zwing mich, immer weiter.

 Lass mich - lass mich, lass mich nie mehr los.

                “Ti ammazzo, Zuia!” Luciano screamed, coming at me with his knives.  I was taken a little by surprise, but I had just enough time to dodge him.  His eyes, so like Lutz’s, were crazed and full of bloodlust.

                I reached around behind me until my hands closed on a cold, metal object.  It was a pipe I was given by my old friend Ivan before I got sucked into all this madness.  I call it my pipe of pain.  “Luciano, you may be fast, but you’re not immortal.  Back the hell off,” I told him calmly.

                “No!  You got rid of my pasta!” he bellowed, readying for another go at me.  I slipped into a more comfortable position and prepared myself to block.

                As expected, he barreled straight at me, too angry to use that tactical mind of his.  This worked to my advantage and I managed to block the knives and push him back.  “I warned you, Luciano.  Back off.  Nobody threw your pasta away,” I informed him.  He just glared at me and, without warning, threw a knife at my head.  I dodged, but I felt heat sear through my cheek just below my left eye and I knew I didn’t get off completely free.

                Angry, I raised my pipe and brought it down on his hands, not hard enough to break them, but enough to, um, encourage him to drop the knives.  Around that time, as he was screaming, two large, pale arms pinned his arms to his sides and lifted him off the ground.  Luciano shouted profanities in Italian at both of us while Lutz held onto him, his face impassive.  I knew Lutz had been through worse tantrums since he’d known Luciano.  His scars are a monument to it.  I couldn’t do anything but watch as Luciano finally, finally tired himself out.  He grew limp and Lutz carried him off to his room and locked the door.  I stood numbly in the kitchen for a moment before gathering up all of the knives and hiding them away.

                I heard footsteps behind me and recognized them as Lutz’s heavy steps, but I focused on my task.  I didn’t want to have to thank him.  He did not allow me to ignore him, however, as he grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around.  His strangely colored eyes narrowed as he stared down at my face.  He extended a large, calloused finger and touched it to my cheek before putting the finger to his lips.  I realized I was bleeding and became slightly uncomfortable.  “Süß…” he muttered as he leaned in toward me.

                I froze up again, not sure what he was going to do when I felt his lips against my cheek.  Then, I felt something warm and wet moving rhythmically across the cut and I realized he was licking my wound.  It was both creepy and romantic and I’m not sure I remember which side was winning over at that point.  Probably the latter.  His big, warm hands slid down to my wrists as he cleaned my wound.  I was acutely aware of every touch and part of me, probably a bigger part than I’d like to admit, wanted more.

                When he was done, he looked down into my eyes as he licked his lips, slowly and carefully.  It was torture.  He must have noticed something in my manner because he smirked knowingly.  “Not today, Maus,” he told me quietly and seductively.  “You haf to vant it more.  You haf to know how I feel.”  And with that, he let me go and walked away, leaving me shell shocked and trying to decode my own increasingly scattered mind.

 

Und darum:

Jag mich - fang mich, treib mich weiter.

 Halt mich - quäl mich, immer weiter.

 Lass mich - lass mich, lass mich nie mehr los.

                Oh, God.  I hear him.  He’s somewhere near here.  I’d know those heavy footsteps anywhere.  I can’t let him find me; I can’t stop running.  But God how it burns!  My muscles aren’t used to this sort of thing and my lungs are fit to burst.  I’m getting lightheaded and my vision is starting to swim.  How much longer can I make it?  I don’t want to know.  Oh, I don’t want to know!  Damn you, Kuro.  Damn you, Luciano.  And most of all, damn you to Hell and back again, Lutz.  Why did you have to come into my life?  And why don’t I want you out of it as much as I should?

 

Zieh die Schuhe aus, ich will dich tanzen seh'n.

 Wiedermal beginnst du, dich im Kreis zu dreh'n.

 Nackte Füße müssen über Scherben geh'n,

 wenn sie erstmal bluten, woll'n sie nie wieder steh'n.

                I was sitting in my room, which was really more like a closet, but let’s not quibble over little things.  I was in my room, sitting on my bed and reading by the dim light of the bedside lamp when my door opened.  It was the middle of the night and I was in a house full of men notorious for taking what they want without asking for permission first, so my first reaction was to grab my pipe of pain.  Thank you, Ivan!

                “Maus,” Lutz whispered.  I don’t know if it was a question or a statement.  It could have been either.

                “Ja?” I responded.  I had learned that he loved it when I spoke to him in his native tongue, even with what little I knew.

                “Kome vis me,” he said, stepping out of the doorway to let me through.  I sighed and climbed off of the bed and left the relative safety of my room.

                It wasn’t unusual for one of the boys to call me out in the middle of the night to do chores for them, but something seemed different about this time.  Lutz led me outside, into the cold winter night.  There was something different about him.  It’s like his features were slipping and reshaping.  His color was off or something.  I assumed he was drunk, but I’m not so sure now.

                “What’s wrong, Lutz?” I asked him, and I may have actually felt concern.

                He said nothing but pointed at the ground which sparkled in the moonlight.  Broken glass was everywhere.  I looked back up at him and saw that he was staring at me, which was normal, but again, something felt different.  It may have just been me, or maybe it was the night, but I think I slipped a little further into the madness than usual because I did something strange.  I started dancing, using that shimmering, deadly patch of lawn as my dance floor.

                I had no music but the music in my head and the sounds of night animals on the wind, but it was enough.  My feet were lighter and nimbler than I think they’ve ever been.  It was almost like I floated across the ground.  I felt my long hair swaying around with me and the cold wind penetrated the thin white material of my nightgown like tissue paper, but I didn’t notice at the time.  I was confident that I wouldn’t get hurt, and that if I did, I would never have had a chance at surviving anyway.  The dancing felt like I was deciding my fate, but I couldn’t have cared less.  Throughout it all, Lutz just watched silently and I felt his eyes on my body with every move I made.  When I was done, though, he looked me in the eyes for the first time and I held his oddly serious gaze.  Somehow, I tasted victory.

 

Und darum:

Such mich - find mich, treib mich weiter.

 Halt mich - zwing mich, immer weiter.

 Lass mich - lass mich, lass mich nie mehr los.

                It was late at night.  Or maybe just really early in the morning.  I couldn’t sleep.  From just outside my room I heard snoring.  I assumed it was probably Lutz who had fallen asleep in the living room as soon as dinner was finished.  Deciding to risk it, I slipped out the door of my room and padded my way into the living room.  Lutz was passed out on the couch as usual, so I walked through to the kitchen and then to the front door.  Today was the day, I was going to escape.  But…  I didn’t really want to.

                A sudden wave of pain hit me, ripping through my skull.  I let out a whimper and collapsed to the floor, clutching my head.  My breath came in ragged gasps and I felt something hot and wet trickling down my cheeks.  Tears.  My thoughts came in broken and terrifying images.  There was blood, so much blood.  And my friend’s faces morphing into something much darker and unrecognizable.  And it was so, so cold.  I thought I was going to die.  My breath must have been making clouds in the air.  I let out a scream.

                “Hush!  Vhat do you sink you are doink?” Lutz said in a harsh whisper, clapping a large, warm hand over my mouth.

                I brought both of my hands up to touch his and I looked up at him through teary eyes.  I was trembling.  He looked surprised and confused and angry.  He moved his hand from my mouth and I let go of it reluctantly.  “L-Lutz,” I said with relief, my voice shaking.  “Lutz.”  The pain was gone.

                “Vhat?  Vhat is it, Frau?” he snapped impatiently.

                I shook my head, not being able to find the words to express my joy at seeing him, and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his broad, strong chest.  His warmth surrounded me and I couldn’t get enough.  After a few moments, I felt Lutz’s arms tentatively wrap around my waist.

                “My little Maus,” Lutz whispered into my hair.  I snuggled in closer to him, my breathing finally starting to go back to normal.  I heard him chuckle a little and he picked me up, carrying me like a princess.  “Kome on, zen.”

                He carried me back to my room and laid me on my bed.  He moved to leave, but I grabbed his wrist.  “No!  Don’t leave me!” I cried.

                Lutz looked down at me, his violet eyes wide with surprise, but soon his surprise melted into a smirk.  “Alright, Maus.  I vill stay vis you,” he said, laying down on the bed beside me.

                I laid my head on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beating.  He put an arm around me and I breathed in his scent.  Before long, I slipped into a peaceful sleep.

 

Und darum:

Jag mich - fang mich, treib mich weiter.

 Halt mich - quäl mich, immer weiter.

 Lass mich - lass mich, lass mich nie mehr los.

                I’m not going to make it.  He’s too close now.  Geez.  Well, this is it.  I’m going to make a stand.  I stop running and suck as much oxygen as I can into my lungs.  I wearily lift my pipe of pain and shift into a defensive stance, putting my weight on the balls of my feet so I can move quickly.

                And there he is, walking slowly out of the cover of the shadows and into my little patch of moonlight.  He’s circling me and I’m struck once again by how catlike he is.  I follow his movement, keeping my eyes locked on his.  I will not let my feelings get in the way.  Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.  In reality, I don’t know if I can.

                “Hallo, Maus,” Lutz says quietly.

                “Hello, Lutz,” I respond warily.

                He circles once again before suddenly making a lunge at me.  I am prepared and I block his fist with my pipe, having to tense all of my muscles to absorb the shock.  He’s even stronger than I had anticipated.  This is bad.

                Lutz nods approvingly and circles me again.  He’s wasting his time looking for weaknesses.  He should know what they are already.  They’re easy enough to exploit.  This time, I go in for the attack.  He blocks it and grabs onto the end of my pipe.  Our fight is like a dance and we’re in perfect synch.  No one is truly winning or losing.  It’s a stalemate.

                Or maybe not.  Lutz distracts me with a wild punch, which I block with my arm, but then he sweeps my feet out from under me and I fall onto my back, using my pipe to hold him off.  “Not bat, Maus,” he chuckles, pressing the pipe lower against my chest.

                “Of.  Course,” I pant, trying and failing to push the pipe back up.  He’s going to turn my own weapon against me.

                “I haf a question for you before I kill you,” he tells me, smirking as usual, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

                “Shoot,” I gasp, trying as usual to seem calm and confident.  It’s not as effective when you can’t breathe.

                “Vhy dit you anger Luciano?  Ve voultn’t be in zis situation if you hat just let him take vhat he vantet.  Vhy dit you do it?” he asks and I might be hallucinating, but I think I see something that looks like pain in his eyes.

                “Because.  I don’t.  Love.  Him,” I manage to force out.  Breathing is getting harder and harder and I’m starting to see black spots in my vision.

                And then the pressure of the pipe lessens.  “Vhat?” Lutz asks incredulously.

                I blink a few times and take a good breath before looking up into Lutz’s strange, violet eyes.  “I don’t love Luciano.  He can’t touch me,” I repeat calmly.

                I watch as Lutz thinks this over.  “So…  Who kan, zen?” he asks me slowly, removing the pipe and laying it on the ground beside me but not letting me up from the ground.

                I don’t answer him, but I smile up at him and brush my fingers against the scar on his cheek.  He watches me intently as I bring my hand back down.  I notice his gaze slipping lower on my face and I can’t help but find myself staring at his chapped lips.  I look back up into his eyes for just a moment and I see him start to lean down toward me.  I let my eyes slip closed just before his lips meet mine.

                It’s a rough kiss, but in a good way.  It’s like we have to finish fighting each other before we can feel normal again.  I pull him closer to me, wrapping my arms around his neck.  One of his thumbs strokes my cheek, the one Luciano cut, and it feels like heaven.  I have probably slipped fully into the madness by now, but I no longer care.

                When we finally break away from the kiss, I look deep into his crazy, gorgeous violet eyes and whisper,” Ich liebe dich, Lutz.”

                He smirks down at me.  “Ich liebe dich auch, mein Maus.”

 

Such mich - find mich -

 Such mich - find mich -

 Such mich - find mich -

 lass mich nie mehr los

Germany x Reader (Girl Talk)

Konichiwa!  I didn't have school today due to bad weather, so I've pretty much just been writing all day.  I think I can finally post the story I've mentioned before (the installment for the Germany x Reader fanfic I've had done for over a month) after this one.  Yay!  By the way, Austria and Hungary are in this one!  I've reached the point to where I really don't know if I ship Austria x Hungary or Prussia x Hungary...  Sigh...  But anyway, here we go!  Enjoy!


- Turtle-chan

The phone is ringing loudly.  It startles you back to reality and you close your book as you go to pick it up.  “Hello?” you ask, speaking into the device.

“Hey!  Is this (y/n)?” a cheerful woman’s voice says from the other side and you smile to yourself.

“Yeah, it’s me.  Hi, Hungary!  What’s up?” you answer.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for a little while and have a little girl time.  I’m sure it gets boring being stuck with all those boys,” she laughs.

“That sounds great!  Let me go and make sure Germany’s okay with it,” you tell her.

“He’s so overprotective,” Hungary giggles teasingly.

“Haha!  Yeah, I know, but I don’t mind it too much,” you say.  “I’ll be back in a sec!”

You gently set the phone down on the table and walk over to Germany’s office.  You knock on the door and Germany calls,” Kome in.”

You open the door and walk inside to see Germany at his desk with a mountain of paperwork as usual.  He looks up and sees you come in, and he takes off his glasses.  “Hallo,” he says and he doesn’t smile, but the lines around his eyes soften a little.

“Hey,” you respond, coming to stand next to him.  “Hungary asked me to come over for a little while.  Would you guys miss me too much if I went?”

“Hmm…  Vell, I sink zat you voult be missed, but I do not mint if you go,” he replies and you can tell he’s trying to tease you a little bit, despite his serious demeanor.

You giggle.  “Alright, I guess I’ll let her know I’m coming over, then.”

Germany nods.  “I  vill kome unt valk you home, zough.  It is dangerous in zee efenink,” he says, slipping his glasses back on.  “I vill kome after I finish my vork.”

“Okay,” you respond, slipping your arms loosely around his neck.  “Work hard, but not too hard.”  You give him a quick hug and then leave him to his work, throwing a smile over your shoulder as you close the door.

You go and pick the phone up off of the kitchen table and say, ”Alright, Hungary.  I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

“Great!  See you then!” she responds.

You hang the phone up and run a brush through your hair to remove the tangles as you go to put your shoes on.  “I’m leaving, guys!” you shout as you reach the front door, slipping on your jacket.

“BBBYYYYYYEEEEE~!” you hear Italy respond.

You walk outside and shiver a little in the cold air, but it feels so good to get out of the house that you don’t mind it so much.  The walk to Austria and Hungary’s house isn’t that long, anyway.  All of the Germanics live pretty nearby, although you have to be careful about staying away from Switzerland’s lawn.  The only person allowed to cross it without fear of being shot is Lichtenstein, the little cutie.  You know all of the Germanics in some capacity, but you’re closest to the girls.  Lichtenstein is kind of like a little sister to you and Hungary is a great friend.

Before you know it, you’re standing in front of Austria’s house.  You knock on the door and Hungary answers it, smiling brightly.  “You’re here!” she says as she goes to hug you.

“Yep,” you laugh as you hug her back.  “I told you I was coming.”

“Right!” she says, stepping back.  “Come in, come in!”

You giggle and follow her inside, hanging your coat up in the hallway.  As she leads you into the house, you pass Austria in the living room.  He looks up from his book as you pass through.  “Ah.  Hello, (y/n),” he says.

“Hello, Austria.  How are you today?” you respond with a smile.

“Well enough, I suppose,” he tells you with a sigh as he returns to his book.  “Just don’t be too loud.”

“Of course not,” you assure him as you and Hungary continue to make your way through the house.

Hungary leads you up the stairs to her bedroom.  You go inside and she shuts the door behind you before flopping down onto her bed.  “So,” she says, grinning broadly.

“So?” you respond, also smiling.

“So what’s the latest on you and Germany?  You really can’t expect me not to ask!” she says in an excited voice.

“I could ask you the same about you and Austria,” you counter with a laugh as her cheeks turn red.

“I asked you first!” she tells you childishly.

“You did,” you concede with a giggle.  “I don’t really know what you want to know, though.  I mean, it’s not like we’re any different than usual.”

“Oh, come on.  You guys have been together for like six months and you’re telling me that you’re still in that awkward friends phase?  You’ve at least kissed, right?  He hasn’t even told you he loves you yet?” she presses, trying to get information out of you.

You flush a deep red.  “O-of course not!” you exclaim.

“Seriously?” she responds with awe.  “Not even a peck on the cheek?  Nothing?”

And that’s when you remember something you’d forgotten about.  You can almost feel the heat waves coming off of your face and Hungary looks at you mischievously.  “W-well…” you stammer quietly, not looking up at her.

“What? What happened?” she demands excitedly.

“U-um, do you remember that sparkle party a while back?” you ask her.

“Ja,” she says slowly.  “Maybe not all of it, but I remember it happened.”

“O-okay, well, everyone was drunk except for me and I didn’t want to bother anyone, so I went and sat on the couch with Italy who had fallen asleep while you were talking to Japan and Germany was with his brother and I guess I fell asleep too and when I woke up, all three of the guys were sleeping on me and I kind of…  Sort of…  Maybe k-kissed Germany while he was asleep…  But only on the cheek!  I might have just imagined the whole thing, anyway!” you tell her, blushing furiously.

Hungary squeals happily into a pillow for a few moments before recovering herself.  You, on the other hand, are so embarrassed that you don’t know what to do with yourself.  “That is one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard!” Hungary exclaims.  “I’m gonna have to get Japan to draw it!”

“No!” you squeak.  “Don’t tell Japan!  I don’t want Germany to know about it!”

“But why?  You guys are dating after all,” Hungary points out.

“Well yeah, but we weren’t at the time and it’s just kind of creepy…  I don’t know…  It embarrasses me…” you respond.

“Hm…  You shouldn’t be embarrassed by it,” she says thoughtfully.

“Why not?” you ask her.

“Because you’re in LOVE~!” she shouts, giggling at your reaction.

You throw a pillow at her, which she blocks.  “I-I’m not!” you argue.  “Anyway, you haven’t answered my question yet…”

“Fine, I’ll let you get away with changing the subject just this once,” she sighs.  “It’s the same old same old with Austria and me.  I take care of the house and he practices his music.  Sometimes I wonder if he even notices I’m here…”

You feel a little twinge of emotion for your friend and you say,” Oh, Hungary.  Don’t think like that.  Austria just isn’t very open with his emotions, you know.  I don’t think anyone will ever know what he’s thinking.  Heck, Germany said that when he and Italy first became allies Austria expressed how angry he was by playing Chopin for him.  He’s just a little tough to understand, is all.”

Hungary gives a sad smile.  “Yeah, I know.  Thanks for trying to cheer me up.  I knew that it was going to be like this when I first fell in love with him.  I just get a little discouraged sometimes,” she confesses.  “Actually, I’m a little down because even that stupid Prussia is easier to figure out than Austria.  He keeps coming over to bug me.”

You make note of this so that you can observe in the future, but you’d already hypothesized that Prussia might have feelings for Hungary.  “It’ll be alright, Hungary.  Prussia just likes to bother people from time to time.  I think he’s afraid of being forgotten,” you tell her.

Hungary looks at you strangely for a moment and she opens her mouth to speak, but she gets interrupted by a knock at the door.  “Come in,” she calls out.

Austria opens the door and looks in at the two of you, his face unreadable as always.  “Germany is here,” he says, walking out and closing the door again.

You and Hungary exchange a glance and stand up.  You both straighten your clothes out before walking down the stairs.  Germany and Austria are both sitting in the living room, glaring at each other from opposite sofas.  When you walk in, Germany stands up and walks toward you.

“Hallo.  Are you ready to go, zen?” he asks you.

“Yeah,” you respond, nodding.  “Thanks for having me over, Hungary.  Austria.”  You hug Hungary before walking into the foyer.

Germany pulls your coat off of the coat hanger and holds it out for you.  You smile up at him as you slip your arms into the sleeves and zip it up.  “I’ll see you later, (y/n),” Hungary tells you cheerfully when you and Germany leave.

“Bye,” you respond, waving and smiling.  Then, you turn to Germany.  “Did you finish your work?”

He looks down at you and nods.  “Ja.  Zere vas not as much as I sought zere voult be unt Italy shlept all day, so zere vere no interruptions.  Dit you haf fun vis Hungary?” he replies.

“Yeah.  We got to have some girl talk,” you tell him with a smile.

“Ja?  Vell, zat is goot.  I feel bat for her bekause she has to lif vis zat annoying Austria,” Germany says in a tight voice.  You wonder if he’s in a bad mood.

You look up at him with concern, trying to watch his face, but he just looks stern as usual.  “I don’t think she minds it too much.  She really respects Austria,” you tell him.

“I know, I know,” he says.  “It is just zat if somesink bat happens, she vill be zee one hafink to protekt Austria, not zee ozer vay arount.  I do not like zee sought of zat.”

“She’s really strong, though.  She’s even gone up against your brother before.  I’m sure she would be fine,” you assure him.

“Nein!  Zat is not zee point.  Zee point is zat it is a man’s job to protekt zee voman.  I do not kare zat she is stronger zan Austria.  He shoult still make zee effort to kare for her,” Germany says, drawing his eyebrows together in frustration.  You understand now.

“Hey, it’s alright,” you say softly as you link arms with him, leaning your head on his shoulder.  “In my opinion, Austria would probably do something to protect her if it came down to it.  I just don’t think she would let him do it for long.  That’s just how they work.”

“Hm, I suppose so,” he says in a soft voice that rumbles in your chest.  You can’t see it, but he’s smiling down at you.

You feel an unexplainable happiness bubbling up inside you.  It’s just so peaceful, so natural, to walk around with Germany like this.  You find yourself thinking about what Hungary said.  You’re not really in love with him, are you?  You take a chance and glance up at him, taking in his strong cheekbones and clear blue eyes.  You notice the way his cheeks are flushed with the cold and his chapped skin from spending so much time outside and on the battlefield.  You notice that you can tell where he’s run his hands through his hair in frustration throughout the day because it left tracks in the pattern of his hair gel.  Looking at him makes you happy and being with him makes you happy.  Is this what it means to love someone?  You aren’t sure, but you do know that you want to smile, so you do just that as you snuggle closer to Germany's side.

A Vulnerable Moment

Konichwa!  This will probably be pretty short and incoherent as it is so late that it's early and I'm exhausted, but it's because I'm so tired that I'm capable of posting stuff like this, so I figured I'd take advantage of it.  Maybe it'll amuse you guys at least.  Just to preface this, I've found that the only time I find myself feeling romantic is when I'm extremely tired, so usually at ungodly hours of the night/morning.  Okay, that's out of the way.
So yeah, now is one of those very few times that I'm a little sad about having been single for as long as I have (I'm not disclosing how long :P).  It's one of those times that I just kind of sit and think about things, so I have unfortunately been ruminating on the past.  It's something I do frequently, but it's not enjoyable.  I've made a lot of stupid decisions, especially as far as the guys I've been in relationships with.  I know we all have, but it's natural to be embarrassed about it, I think.  Actually, the reason I'm so bitter about the whole love thing is probably out of anger with myself for not having realized what I was getting myself into in those relationships.  I actually did care about the guys at one time or another, but I kind of just shut my emotions off to protect myself after a while and then I guess it all just developed into resentment.  Yes, I know it's childish.  I'm working on it.
Anyway, I was reminded of a movie that came out in October: The Book of Life.  It was the one about the Mexican holiday the Day of the Dead, if you ever saw anything about it.  My brother and I went to see it when it came out and I really enjoyed it.  The art was so beautiful and, although I don't think the cultural stuff was entirely accurate (some of the stuff was Mexican, but a lot of it was Spanish.  As in Spain), I really enjoyed it.  One of the best parts was one of the main characters, Manolo, was a guitarist and he did a lot of singing.  In English, I thought the songs were really pretty, but I found out that the voice actor for Manolo also did Spanish versions and my ice cold heart melts over it.  I now fully understand why Spanish is a romance language.  Italian and French always sound pretty, but I was having a harder time seeing it with Spanish, but I get it now.
Here's a song Manolo used to serenade the main female character in both English and Spanish:
"I Love You too Much" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViwJ2b6cHKo
"Te Amo y Mas" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7Ng4vxAWQE
And here's a song I like even better.  Manolo is singing to a bull...  Don't question it...:
"The Apology Song" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTQ7TYi7Siw
"Si Puedes Perdonar" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIc7ZcRQ7Qs
Okay, so don't judge, but while I'm being honest I'll just go on and admit that if my little brother hadn't been with me in the theater I totally would have cried during the scene with "The Apology Song" but I would never have heard the end of it from him if I had.  Seriously, there's something about Spanish that makes something sweet even sweeter.  I am seriously considering learning the guitar chords to both of those songs and memorizing the lyrics because they're so beautiful.  I don't know.  Maybe I'm being sappy, but the English versions just don't have the emotional impact of the Spanish.  Another confession: I would actually love it if a guy I actually cared about serenaded me like Manolo does for Maria. I know it sounds out of character for me, but it's the truth.  I used to be a hopelessly sappy romantic until a few years ago, and I'm pretty sure I still am but I have it buried under all of the ice from my frozen heart.  I just need someone to come along and thaw me out so that I can feel human again.
Either way, I'm going to go to bed now so that I don't embarrass myself further and then I'll resist the urge to delete the post when I wake up!  Goodnight, reader-sans!  Catch you guys later!


- Turtle-chan

Germany x Reader (Scary Movie)

Konbanwa!  I'm still working my way to the point I can post the part of the Germany x Reader story that I've had written for the past month, so here's another kind of filler-y fluffy story for you reader-sans!  Sorry, I don't really have much to say other than that and the story is comparatively short, but I think some of it is kind of cute so...  Anyway, hopefully someone is enjoying my writing...  Catch you guys later!  Maybe the stories will get better soon!


- Turtle-chan

“Hey, hey, (y/n)~!” Italy shouts, running into the kitchen through the front door.

You jump a little in surprise.  The boys are supposed to be at a world meeting until late tonight.  “Hey, Italy.  Why are you home so early?”

“The meeting finished early because big brother France made mister Russia mad and everybody got really scared and ran away!” Italy tells you happily, hugging you around the neck.

“Um, Italy, I don’t think that’s something to be happy about…” you tell him a little nervously.  You’ve never met any of the countries outside of the Germanics, Japan, Italy, and his brother, so you don’t know what they’re like, but you haven’t heard anything good about Russia yet.

“But we get to come home and see you, (y/n)!  We thought you would have gone to bed before we got home and then we wouldn’t have been able to see you at all,” he says a little sadly.

“Aw, well that’s sweet of you to say, Italy, but you also need to make sure you remember it’s good to get your work done before you have too much fun,” you tell him with a smile as you untangle yourself from his arms to finish cooking dinner.

“Okaeri,” Japan says as he steps into the house, removing his shoes.  Germany walks in behind him without saying anything.

“Welcome back,” you tell them both cheerfully.  “Dinner will be finished in just a minute.”

The boys all acknowledge your statement and Italy and Japan head off to the living room.  Germany lingers in the kitchen and steps up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist.  You look up at him with a smile as you lean back against him.  “Hey,” you say quietly.

“Hallo,” he responds gently.  “How vas your day?”

“It was alright.  A little boring without you guys here, but that’s fine.  I got a lot of cleaning up done,” you tell him as you turn back to your cooking.  “How about yours?  I heard the meeting got broken up.”

Germany sighs into your hair.  “Ja.  Zhat idiot France sought it voult be a goot idea to insult Russia.  Zhere is somesink wrong vis him, I sink,” he says and you hear the tiredness and frustration in his voice.

“Try not to let it get to you, okay?” you tell him, placing your hand over his and squeezing it.  “They’re going to do what they’re going to do and you can’t spend all your time worrying over trying to fix it.  It’s not your job.”

“I know, I know.  You tell me zhat all zee time,” Germany chuckles.  “I am vorkink on it, okay?”

“Alright,” you laugh.  “Just don’t make me worry about you!”

“I voult not do it on purpose,” he tells you seriously and you know he wouldn’t.

“Well, dinner is ready now, so I guess we should call the guys in,” you say, turning off the stove.

“I suppose so,” Germany says as he lets you go.  You think he sounds a little disappointed.  You have been dating for a good month now, but he doesn’t show his affection in front of other people.  It embarrasses him and you respect that.

“Hey guys,” you shout.  “Dinner is ready!”

“PAAASSSSSTTTTAAAAAAAA~!” Italy shouts as he runs into the room.  He’s actually right.  You did make pasta.  He has served up a huge mountain of pasta on his plate and starts eating it before Japan even makes it into the room.

Once everyone has served their plates and sat down at the table, Italy has an idea.  “Hey, hey!  Let’s watch a movie tonight!” he says excitedly.

Germany thinks about it for a moment.  “Alright, Italy.  Ve kan,” he says.

“YAAYYY! “ he exclaims, taking another bite of his pasta.

“What kind of movie should we watch?” Japan asks quietly.

“I’m game for anything,” I tell them.

“Let’s watch a scary movie!” Italy says and I don’t like the mischievous gleam in his eye.  He’s definitely planning something.

“I do not see vhy not,” Germany says calmly.  Japan nods his agreement.

Germany helps you clean up the kitchen after everyone finishes eating and Japan and Italy set up for the movie.  Japan and Italy sit together on one sofa and you and Germany sit on the other.  You sit at separate ends.  The movie starts and it’s laughably cheesy for a while.  Then, you start getting freaked out.  It’s after midnight and you’re exhausted and you’re starting to think that what’s happening in the movie might be plausible.  The villain jumps out from behind a bush and Italy screams, clinging to Japan.  You can’t help but cover your eyes with your hands.

Germany seems to notice and he grabs the blanket from the back of the sofa as he scoots closer to you.  He wraps the blanket around the both of you and wraps his arms around you.  You’re a little surprised, but you snuggle in closer to him, glad for his warmth and the safety you feel in his arms.  He starts out tense and blushing a deep red, but soon he relaxes and just enjoys being near you.  Before the movie finishes, you fall asleep in his arms and he dozes off as well.  Japan and Italy notice and Japan makes sure to get photographic evidence before they go up to bed.