Germany x Reader (Most Peculiar)

Konichiwa, reader-sans!  I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long!  I've been feeling really under the weather and I have just been too tired to do much of anything because of it.  I have some stuff planned to post, though, as soon as I finish it.  I'm basically having the issue that I think many writers have.  I want to get right into the action, but you have to build things up slowly with a character like Germany.  *sigh*  But that's what makes him so adorable, so I can't complain!
I'll apologize in advance about this installment, because it's basically just plot building and doesn't really have anything in it to give you the warm and fuzzy feelings we all want. (>.<)  I promise things will get better!  I just have to build up the tension and stuff!  Gyah.  Well, before I lose my nerve, I'm going to post this.  Sorry again that it's kind of short and boring!  Catch you guys later (I hope...)!


- Turtle-chan

You wake up and stretch, yawning.  The sun is just starting to rise, but you can’t sleep any longer.  You get up, not bothering to change out of the large shirt and short-shorts you sleep in because not even Germany gets up this early.  You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen and look out of the window.  The sky is painted in soft pastel pinks and yellows and it makes you smile.  You go outside and close the door quietly behind you.  Germany’s house is far enough away from others that you feel like it’s alright to go out dressed as you are.

The morning air is a little cool and damp and dew covers the grass.  You suddenly feel inspired and you walk out into the grass and start dancing.  You don’t really have a purpose and the only music you have to go on is the birdsong in the trees, but it doesn’t matter.  You use your strong ankles to push yourself up on the balls of your feet as you push yourself into a pirouette.  You spin once, twice before coming down, your hair flying about your face.  It feels good to be moving, so you keep going, leaping and spinning around the yard.  Your laughter mixes with the birdsong and creates a new kind of music.  Your thighs burn, but it’s a good kind of burning.  You’ve missed this.  It makes you feel strong and beautiful, something that seemed amazing to you back in the real world.

You finally come to a stop, breathless and panting, and turn your face up to the sky.  The sun has come up while you were playing around and it’s starting to warm the earth.  For some reason, you’re just incredibly happy to be alive today.  You run your fingers through your wild hair and walk back inside.

Germany had woken up early today as well, hoping to finish his work from the night before that Italy had taken from him.  On his way to his office, he noticed you out in the yard and was mesmerized by your dancing.  He felt an unexplained happiness and tenderness bubbling up inside of him as he watched you.  When he noticed you turning to go inside, however, he quickly dashed to his office.  He doesn’t want you to know he was watching you.  It embarrasses him.

You open the door and close it behind you as quietly as you can.  You open the refrigerator and pull out the jug of cranberry juice that has become a fixture amongst all of the alcohol that the boys like to drink.  You pull a chair over to get a glass down from the cabinet and you hear a deep voice say,” You coult haf just asket for help,” as you climb down.

You look up to see Germany standing in the doorway, watching you.  “Oh, I didn’t realize you were up,” you respond, blushing and tugging at the hem of your t-shirt.  The shorts just barely cover your backside and you suddenly feel very exposed.

He nods.  “I neet to finish my vork from yesterday,” he explains.

“Oh, well I can help if you’d like,” you tell him.

“Ah, you do not haf to.  It is alright,” he says, shifting uncomfortably.

“Well, if you need help or want help, just let me know.  I get bored around here sometimes, so I really don’t mind,” you tell him with smiling eyes as you take a sip of the juice.

He nods and leaves the room again, going to his office, you assume.  You sigh to yourself as you finish your glass of juice.  I may as well start cooking breakfast since I’m up.  You decide to just go with something simple, so you make pancakes, scrambled eggs, and you decide to fry up some wurst and treat it like a breakfast sausage.  It doesn’t take long for all of the food to send wafts of delicious scent floating throughout the house and Italy comes down the stairs, following his nose.

“Mmm, what are you cooking, (y/n)?  It smells delicious!” Italy says, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“Pancakes, eggs, and wurst.  It should be ready soon,” you laugh, flipping a pancake.

Japan walks down the stairs silently as usual and comes to a stop beside Italy.  “Did Germany-san go out to train early today?”he asks you.

You glance up at him and say,” Oh, no.  He’s working on some paperwork, I think.”

“Whaat?  He found where I hid it?” Italy exclaims.

You giggle.  “Did you really think he wouldn’t find it?  You hid it next to the pasta, Italy,” you say, trying your best not to let him see you laughing.

You move the last pancake onto the plate and turn off the stove.  “Alright guys, have at it,” you say, stepping back.

As Italy and Japan serve their plates, you go down the hall and knock on the door to Germany’s office.  “Kome in,” he says from within.

You peek your head in through the door and look at Germany who is wearing his glasses.  Wow, he even looks good in glasses.  “I made breakfast,” you tell him.  “Would you like me to bring you some?”

“Ah, ja.  Zat voult be goot,” he says.

You smile and close the door, going back to the kitchen.  You serve a plate for Germany and grab a cup of coffee, black.  You balance the cup and plate precariously and open the door.  “Sorry for not knocking.  My hands were full,” you say apologetically as Germany looks up at you.  He gets up from his desk and takes the cup and plate from you, setting them down on the one clear spot on the desk.  He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes.

“Zank you,” he says.  “I vill eat it later.”

“Oh no you don’t,” you tell him, putting your hands on your hips.  He looks at you in surprise.  “You skipped dinner last night because you were working.  I’m not letting you skip breakfast, too.”

“Oh.  I dit forget to eat last night, dit not I?” he says musingly.

You cover your face with one hand.  “Geez.  Germany, you’ve gotta work on taking care of yourself better,” you sigh.  You notice the dark circles under his blue eyes that seem to have become permanent as of late.  “Look at you.  You’re overworking yourself and you’re neglecting your health to boot.  Is it the war that’s bothering you or what?”

“It is nosink,” he says, looking away from you.  “I am fine.”

You’re angry, somehow, but it’s the kind of anger you feel when you’re worried about someone and don’t know how to show it.  You give yourself a moment to regain your composure and then you respond.  “Just make sure to eat something, okay?”  You gently squeeze his bicep before leaving the room.

“What’s the matter, (y/n)?  You look sad,” Italy says as you walk into the kitchen.

You look up at him with wide eyes and unconsciously touch a hand to your cheek.  “Hm?  I’m fine,” you say quickly.

“Are you sure?  Was Germany mean to you?” Italy asks, squinting down at you.

“No, I’m fine.  Really,” you tell him, giving him a small smile.

He draws his eyebrows together and studies you for a few more seconds before smiling at you like usual.  “Breakfast was really tasty~!” he says.

“Thanks, Italy,” you giggle.  The boys go their separate ways after putting their plates into the sink and you nibble on a pancake before deciding that you’re not hungry after all.

You go to do the dishes and your hands sting in the hot, soapy water.  I really need to get some lotion or something.  You feel a presence near you, but you don’t look up.  A plate and a mug are lowered into the sink and you hear someone take a deep breath.

“I am sorry, (y/n),” Germany says from behind you.  You still don’t look up.  “I dit not realize zat you vere vorriet.”

“It’s fine,” you say, drying your hands off.

“Are you angry?” he asks and he looks a little afraid.

You think for a moment.  “No,” you reply.  “Just frustrated.”

He nods.  “I see…”

You can’t help but smile.  He’s standing there so sheepishly and he’s just so darn adorable.  “It’s fine, Germany.  I’m over it.  If you weren’t such a workaholic, you just wouldn’t be you,” you tell him laughingly.

He looks at you with flushed cheeks and looks away again, clearing his throat.  “Right.  Vell, ve vill shtart trainink in fife minutes,” he says gruffly.

“I’ll be ready in four,” you tell him playfully as you dash past him and up the stairs.  You make sure to brush against him as you go past.

Japan walks slowly down the stairs as Italy emerges from the hallway where he had been listening in on the conversation.  “Vee~!  See?  I told you she was upset!” Italy boasts to Germany.

“I do not understant you,” Germany mutters, shaking his head.

Italy looks pleased with himself and Japan is mildly surprised.  Italy actually did something right for once and Germany actually apologized.  Strange indeed.