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.