Germany X Reader (The Beast)

Konbanwa!  It is Friday the 13th and I have had a really busy week, but I'm finally posting again!  I'm going back to my Germany fanfic for a little bit, just so I can keep the story going.  Also, Doitsu.  Need I say more?  Nope, I don't!  Anway, this is pretty much just for comedy purposes and because I just loved thinking about how Germany would handle this kind of situation.  Enjoy!


- Turtle-chan

I’m going to die.  I am absolutely going to collapse and die right here.  You are right in the middle of an extra hard-core training session with Germany.  Italy has already collapsed, after having thrown up in the bushes twice, and Japan is even visibly struggling.  You feel sick to your stomach and your arms and legs feel like jell-o.  You hair has fallen halfway out of its ponytail and is plastered to your face and chest with sweat.  The only one who doesn’t seem to be having problems is Germany, although he is sweating profusely as well.

“Ninety-sefen…  Ninety-eight…  Ninety-nine…  One hundret,” Germany calls out.  You sigh in relief and allow your arms to finally give out under you after the last push up.

“Thank goodness,” you sigh into the damp grass, struggling to catch your breath.

“Are we done yet?” Italy sobs on the ground next to you.

Germany looks around at the three of you.  Japan is sitting up politely, but even he appears to be exhausted.  Germany sighs.  “Ja, I zuppose so,” he says, standing up and wiping the sweat from his face with the hem of his shirt.

“Yay~!” you and Italy cheer wearily.

Italy stands up and runs to the house with Japan following behind him.  You roll over onto your back and cover your eyes with one arm.  You focus on breathing and finally manage to slow your heart rate.  You then try to work up the will to stand, but that’s a little more difficult.

“Are you alright?” you hear a deep voice ask.

You look up to see Germany standing over you and you give him a tired smile.  “Yeah, I’m fine.  That was some workout today, huh?” you respond.

“I voult haf liket to do more, but I sink zere voult haf been a mutiny if I hat,” he responds a little petulantly, but you can tell he’s trying to make a joke.

You giggle.  “Oh, Japan wouldn’t have said anything and Italy would have done his usual.  My body might have given out on you, but other than that it would have been fine,” you tell him.

The corner of his mouth twitches a little.  “Vell, I zuppose I koult karry you if zat vere ze kase,” he says.  Wow, two jokes in a row.  That’s a new record.

“Ha!  You might have to anyway,” you respond laughingly.  “I don’t think I can get up!”

“Voult you like some help?” he asks, extending a large hand to you.

You reach up and take it.  “Thanks,” you say as you allow him to pull you to your feet.  Once you’re standing, the world starts to spin around you at weird angles and you stagger into Germany.  “Woah.  That’s not cool,” you say, trying to bring your focus back in.  Your vision goes black around the edges before finally becoming normal again and you stare straight forward into Germany’s chest for a few moments before trusting your eyes again.

“Are you alright?” Germany asks with concern.  You realize that his hands are gripping your upper arms, keeping you steady.

“Yeah, just a little dizzy for a second there.  Low blood pressure.  It happens a lot,” you respond quickly and cheerfully.  “Well, I’m gonna go in and take a shower now.  I feel really gross.”

You smile up at him and skip into the house and up the stairs.  You peel off the layers of sticky, sweaty clothes and throw them into the laundry basket as soon as you’re in the bathroom.  You pull a towel out of the cabinet and you’re about to get into the shower when you see something that makes your blood run cold.

It’s huge.  The bright lights in the bathroom glint off of its shiny body and you wonder how you didn’t notice it before.  The chestnut colored hairs on its thin legs stick up at all angles in a manner both comical and horrifying.  It turns its head and its big black eyes stare straight at you.

“AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” you screech, loud enough to startle the boys downstairs.

You hear heavy footsteps thundering up the stairs and soon Germany throws open the door to the bathroom.  “(Y/N)!  Vat is wrong?  Are you hurt?” Germany shouts as he comes in.  You’re suddenly very glad you forgot to lock the door.

You don’t look up at him, but you point at the thing in the bathtub.  A cockroach.  Big, brown, and disgusting.  Its antennae twitch around in the air and it seems to be trying to determine why everything got so loud all of a sudden.

Germany very seriously nods and takes off one of his boots.  He walks over to the bathtub, rears back, and smacks the heavy boot down on the cockroach.  You hear the stomach-turning crunch it makes as he breaks its exoskeleton.  He then takes a wad of toilet paper and picks up the broken corpse.  Around that time, Italy and Japan walk into the room.

“What’s wrong, Germany?” Italy asks, peering into the room at the two of you.

“Cockroach,” Germany responds, holding out the tissue with the roach’s dead body in it.  Italy takes one look, screams about like you did, and clings to Japan, dragging him out of the room.  Germany, on the other hand, takes the roach and flushes it down the toilet.  “Zere.  It is gone.”

“Thanks, Germany,” you tell him a little sheepishly.

“I-It is quite alright,” he responds.  You look up at him, wondering why he stuttered and you see that is face is quite red.  Then it hits you.  The towel is covering the front of your body, but not the back and he’s been standing behind you.

Your face turns a similar shade of red to Germany’s and you back up against the shower curtain to hide your exposed backside.  “Uh, yeah, well, I’m just going to take my shower now,” you say awkwardly.

“J-Ja,” he responds, peeling his eyes away from you.  “I vill be goink now.”

He leaves, seeming embarrassed, and you lock the door behind him.  You turn the water on and step underneath it, letting it wash over you.  Ahh!  I’m so embarrassed! I can’t believe he saw my butt!  Oh no!  They all saw it!  Ahh!  What am I gonna do?!  Ohh!  Stupid cockroach!

You step out of the shower with your body a uniform shade of dark pink and you’re glad of it because you’re still blushing.  You go back to your room and put on the baggiest pants and shirt you can find.  You just feel like hiding now, but you have to go downstairs to start working on dinner.  You walk down the stairs and find all of the guys in the living room.  Japan and Germany blush when they see you and Italy beams at you like usual.

“(Y/n)!  You have a really nice body~!  You shouldn’t cover it up so much~!” he tells you.  You go beet red and Germany looks like he just wants to disappear.  Japan’s cheeks turn a slightly deeper shade of pink and you think that you notice his nose bleeding a little, but you’re sure it’s just your imagination playing tricks on you.

“So, what do we want for dinner, guys?” you ask, pretending you didn’t hear him.

Germany and Japan shake their heads while Italy gives his usual answer: “PASTAAAA~!”

“I’ll think of something, I guess,” you tell them and you walk into the kitchen.

They all noticed.  They totally noticed.  Ugh!  I don’t know how to face them again!  It’s so awkward!

Italy giggles to himself as he watches Germany’s face transition through several shades of red as he tries to get the image of your naked body out of his head.  Japan is too embarrassed to notice.