"And I'm known for my
bullets never missing their mark. Especially if it's the heart of a beautiful
lady. BANG!" ~Vash the Stampede (Trigun)
“Become one with Russia, da?” ~Russia (Hetalia)
“If you vere a potato, you voult
be a sveet potato.” ~Germany (Hetalia)
“I can’t lose in front of someone
who loves me.” ~Shizuo Heiwajma (Durarara!!)
“Just lie back and think of me,
luv.” ~England (Hetalia) (I apologize from the bottom of my heart...)
“My, you’re gorgeous! Do you have any French in you? Would you like one?” ~ France (Hetalia)
“On a scale of one to America,
how free are you tonight?” ~ America (Hetalia)
“What’s a nice girl like you
doing in a dirty mind like mine?” ~ France (Hetalia)
“Do you know kung fu? Because your body is kickin’!” ~ China (Hetalia)
“How would you like to be
m’wife?” ~ Sweden (Hetalia)
“Be my sunflower, da?” ~Russia (Hetalia)
And an extra pick-up line that an acquaintance of mine used on me the other day as I joke (I think...): "You're like a baby: cute and easy to pin down." Yes, I'm aware that it's really horrible. He has a very strange and twisted sense of humor...
I have a Valentine's Day installment of the Germany x Reader story, too. I even included some cultural stuff! Yay! To be perfectly honest with you guys, I'm not really sure what people are supposed to do on Valentine's Day. I've only had one Valentine's Day in which I was dating someone and I was a freshman at that point, so obviously it had no real significance. I basically just BSed it to the best of my abilities! It's not that great, but I guess it sort of has a cuteness factor... Maybe... Oh well. Enjoy! And Happy Valentine's Day I guess!
- Turtle-chan
“Hey, hey, (y/n)~!” Italy
shouts, coming up behind you as you’re walking to the laundry room. You turn around to face him.
“What’s up, Italy?” you ask him,
situating the basket of laundry onto your hip for better support.
“Do you know what tomorrow is?”
he asks you, smiling.
You think for a few moments
before shaking your head. “I don’t
know. Is there something special going
on tomorrow?” you ask him, feeling confused.
“It’s Valentine’s Day~!” he
tells you, spinning in a circle with his arms raised and a broad grin on his
face.
“Oh. Hm, that is tomorrow, isn’t it…? I guess I should bake something for you
guys…” you muse to yourself.
“Vee~! Aren’t you going to do something for Germany?”
Italy asks you and you blush furiously.
“N-no, I don’t think so. Not outside of what I’m doing for all of you
guys, that is,” you respond, extremely embarrassed. “D-do you think I should…?” You peek up at Italy shyly.
“Si! I think so!” Italy tells
you and you nod.
“Right. Um, I’ve never actually done this kind of
thing before, actually… What should I
do?” you ask him uncomfortably. So embarrassing!
“Hmm… Well, in my country sometimes the girls get
up really, really early because there’s a legend that says that the first man
they see on Valentine’s day will be the man they marry. Oh!
And we give each other chocolates called Baci Perugia!” he says enthusiastically.
“Neither of those things really
seems like something Germany would like…” you sigh. You really don’t know what to do.
“Ah, I apologize, but I could
not help but overhear your conversation,” Japan says, giving a slight bow. “May I offer some advice?”
“By all means, please do,” you
respond, curious as to what he has to say.
He nods. “In my country, Valentine’s Day is a day in
which girls make chocolates and give them to the person they love. The men reciprocate on White Day in March
with gifts for the women who gave them chocolates. Perhaps you could try making chocolates for
Germany-san, (Y/n)-san,” Japan tells you.
You think for a moment. “That could work,” you tell him. “But I don’t know how to make chocolates…”
“Do not worry, (y/n)-san. I have a recipe book with instructions on
making chocolates. You may borrow it if
you wish,” Japan assures you.
“Thank you, Japan. I may take you up on your offer,” you tell
him with a smile. “But first, I need to
deal with this laundry!”
What should I do? I don’t
know what Germany would like and I don’t know how he feels about me, so I don’t
want to freak him out… Argh! Why does this have to be so complicated! This is why I didn’t bother with romance back
home! Well, and of course there was the
fact that all of the guys were jerks…
But that’s beside the point! What
do I do?
With your mind thus occupied,
you decide to take a walk outside to clear your head. The air is much warmer than it has been, but
you know there’s a cold front coming in.
You climb your way up to the top of a hill and sit down, leaning your
back against the trunk of the old oak tree and looking out at the setting
sun. The sky is painted in shades of
pink and orange and red. There’s
something about it that seems different.
It seems more beautiful than other sunsets you’ve seen. You let out a sigh and lean your head back
against the tree, closing your eyes.
Soon, you fall into a doze.
The first thing you notice is
that it’s dark outside. The second is
that there is something heavy and warm covering you. You look down and realize that it’s Germany’s
uniform jacket.
“Hm?” you groan, rubbing your
eyes. You put your hands on the ground
to push yourself into a straighter sitting position, but your right hand lands
on someone else’s hand.
“Oh, you voke up,” you hear
Germany say from beside you. The hand
turns over and holds yours loosely.
“U-uh, y-yeah,” you stammer, not
sure how to react. “I didn’t realize I
was tired, I guess.”
“It is fine,” he tells you. “I vas out trainink anyvay.”
“Really? You don’t usually train in your uniform,” you
blurt out. You’re still drowsy.
“U-um, vell,” Germany stammers
and you realize you’ve embarrassed him.
So, you laugh. “It’s really nice out tonight,” you say,
looking up at the stars.
“J-ja,” Germany says, sounding relieved that you changed the
subject. “Zee sky is fery klear.”
“It is. All of the stars are shining so beautifully,”
you smile. “I love to just sit out here
and look into the sky at night. The
starlight is so pretty, but it’s sad to know that many of those stars are
already dead and their light is only just now reaching us. I guess that’s the beauty of it, though. Nothing lasts forever, so it’s best to enjoy
things while you can. Or maybe I’m just
a romantic…”
“I like zee vay you sink, Mädchen. You alvays see
somesink beautiful no matter vhat ozers sink,” he tells you gruffly and you
giggle.
“You’re so sweet, Germany,” you tell him, surprised at
your own boldness. It’s easier to talk
to him like this in the dark. You hear
Germany say something quietly beside you, but you don’t catch the words. “I’m sorry, what did you say? I missed that.”
“If you vere a potato, you voult be a sveet potato,” he
repeats. “I am sorry. It is somesink silly zat Italy mentionet before. Do not pay any mint to it.”
You’re struggling to contain your laughter. You’re pretty sure that was a pick-up line,
but it was horribly cheesy. You can’t
help it and you start laughing, tears coming to your eyes. You double over and rest your forehead
against Germany’s arm. “Come on,” you
say, wiping your tears away as you recover yourself. “Let’s head back inside. I’m sure Italy is done cooking dinner by
now.”
“J-ja,” Germany
responds, letting go of your hand and standing.
You hand his jacket back to him and start off down the hill toward the
house.
~~~
Later that night, after everyone has gone to bed, you
creep downstairs to the kitchen. You
quietly pull out a chair and get down all of the ingredients you need. Then, you go and set the oven to about 182
degrees Celsius. You quickly mix
everything together in a bowl and distribute it into three cake pans. You put the pans into the oven and set a
timer before cleaning up the table.
While you wait for the cake to bake, you begin making the frosting. The timer goes off and you pull the cakes out
and set them on a cooling rack for several minutes. You melt some bittersweet chocolate over a
double boiler as the cakes cool. Then,
you frost the layers and pour the chocolate over them. You stick the cake into the very back of the
fridge where none of the guys should see it and clean up the kitchen before
going back up to your room and falling asleep.
It seems as though your head has just hit the pillow when
you hear Germany yelling that it’s time to get up and train. You sit up and rub your eyes sleepily before
getting up to put on clothes. You walk
down the stairs and yawn,” Good morning everyone.”
“Good morning, (y/n)-san,” Japan responds.
“Good morning~!
Happy Valentine’s Day!” Italy exclaims, hugging you around the
neck. You stagger a little at the impact
of him running into you and pat him on the back a little awkwardly.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Italy,” you respond. Over Italy’s shoulder you see Germany
standing in the doorway, watching you.
You smile at him shyly, feeling your stomach flutter a little. He looks away.
“Kome on. It is
time to shtart trainink,” he says, walking outside. You peel yourself away from Italy and follow
him.
The workout is tough, as usual, but you don’t feel like
you’re going to die by the end of it, so it’s a good day. You go straight up to take a shower before
grabbing some yogurt to eat for breakfast.
Your stomach feels all fluttery and you’re nervous already. Part of you wants to believe that Germany
returns your feelings, but the other part is convinced that he only thinks of
you as someone he has to take care of, like Italy and Japan.
Germany is working, locked up in his office, so you
decide to wait to give him his gift. In
the meantime, you give Italy and Japan theirs.
You made special dessert pasta for Italy and he loves it, as you
expected. You give Japan some
chocolates, a little on the bitter side since you don’t see him eating sweet
things very often. He thanks you
politely. You end up deciding to wait
until after dinner to give Germany his gift.
The day passes slowly, like molasses in the winter, but
eventually dinner time is over and you’re incredibly nervous. You go to wash the dishes, but Germany takes
them from your hands.
“I vill help,” he tells you. O-oh…
You stand beside him at the sink, drying the dishes as he
hands them to you. You’re standing so
close that he brushes against you if he moves his arms. You feel yourself blushing and you try your
hardest to focus on the dishes. There
are butterflies in your stomach and your heart is fluttering like the wings of
a hummingbird. The sensation is unpleasant
and nice at the same time.
Germany puts the dishes up for you, since you can’t reach
into his cabinets. “Um, (y/n)?” Germany
says, his hand still in the cabinet.
“Hm?” you respond, pondering whether you should go ahead
and give him the cake or not.
“Here,” he says, holding something out to you. “Zese are for you. H-happy Valentine’s Day.” You look down and see a plate of heart-shaped
ginger cookies decorated in white icing.
One of them reads,” Ich mag dich.”
Germany is blushing furiously, red all the way up to his
ears. You take the plate from him and
set it down on the counter before picking up the cookie with words on it. “What does this mean, Germany?” you ask him
and you watch him grow more embarrassed.
“I like you,” he says quietly, looking away from
you. You blush deeply and quickly walk
over to the refrigerator to pull out the cake after putting the cookie back on
the plate.
You take it over to him and hold it out, blushing and
looking away from him. It is a little
German chocolate cake and the chocolate drizzled on top of it reads,” Happy
Valentine’s Day, Germany.” He takes the
tiny cake from you and sets it on the counter beside the cookies.
“Ich mag dich auch,
Germany,” you say quietly, looking down at the floor.
There is an awkward silence between the two of you for
several moments before Germany steps forward and wraps his arms around you
loosely. It takes you by surprise, but
you quickly wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his
chest. You hear his heart pounding like
the bass line to a heavy metal song and you smile. You feel him bury his face in your hair as he
holds you closer. It’s sweet and
peaceful and everything feels right. His
arms are strong and comforting and you feel safe. Every time you inhale, you’re surrounded by
his scent. You feel warm and fuzzy
inside and you don’t even care that you’re blushing anymore.
After a while, you break apart and Germany makes some
coffee. You sit down together at the
kitchen table and eat the sweets you made for each other. You talk a little and look at each other a
lot. Little do you know that Italy and
Japan have been watching everything and Japan has been taking pictures. He even managed to get one of Germany smiling
at you while you aren’t looking. He is
planning to hold those over Germany’s head in the future if need be.
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