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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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I love angst, so may I request the reactions of Romano and Germany when their abused s/o has a nightmare where he is replaced by her abuser and s/o is scared to tell him about her dream because she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings and is scared that he’ll be angry at her?

💕I love angst too!💕

Germany

Your breath came out as a wild pant. Your legs shook and your knees wobbled, but the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall made your flight senses kick in running up to your shared room you quickly through yourself into the bathroom and into the cabinet under the sink. Before you were completely under the cabinet you pushed the door slightly closed with your foot, praying he didn’t hear you. Tucking yourself up as small as you could you closed the cabinet door.

Your heart seemed to be pounding throughout your body and you had to stop the wave of nausea that cane over you. You winced as the deep purple bruise on your back brushed up against the plumbing under the sink.

That was just from this morning.

“Y/N.” His deep voice rang out. His voice was one of the things that attracted you to him at first. It was deep and his accent almost made it sound like it was rumbling in his chest. It was powerful and you felt safe- until one night he came home ‘drunk’ and kicked you around.

You didn’t believe his drunk story. You were with him before when he got drunk and the only thing that changed was that he became a little more childlike and giggly- not a ragging monster.

“Come on Y/N.” He chuckled. “I know you’re here somewhere. Come on. I didn’t mean what happened earlier. Next time just be more careful when making coffee.” You could hear his voice getting louder and louder. “I didn’t mean to hit you. I was trying to push you out of the way so you wouldn’t get burned.” You heard the light switch to the bedroom flick on. “Now come here so I can take care of you. Show me where I hurt you and I’ll make it better, I promise.”

You thought for a moment maybe it was an accident. What if he was just trying to help you? You are a little bit clumsy afterall. Tears Welt up in your eyes. Shaking your head you hoped that the thought of him trying to protect you flung out of your mind. ‘He hates me.’ You repeated to yourself eternally. ‘He doesn’t love me’ you continued. ‘He’s an evil monster.’

“Oh I’m an evil monster?” You heard a chuckle from the other side of the cracked door. You heard the bed creak signifying that he sat down.

You’re heart sped up and you wondered if you said it aloud.

‘How did you hear me?’ You asked. Not aloud of course. The sound of your voice bounced of the walls of your brain and you just wanted to scratch the feeling away. Bringing your hands up you yanked at your hair and whimpered softly.

“How can I hear you? Darling I am you.” He said aloud. The bed creaked again and you heard his heavy footsteps drag across the floor.

‘Wha-what. N-no.’ You mumbled, tears were rolling down your cheeks now.

“Yes, sweetie. I’m the monster you created.” He said again. This time the door to the bathroom creaked fully opened, and you could see the light flood through the cracks of the cabinet. “All of this is going on in that beautiful little head of yours- but it’s only a matter of time before it comes true.

“What a-are you sa-saying.” You asked. It was the first time you said something out loud.

“Well you always seem to have a knack for messing up perfectly good things. It’s your fault you get treated like this. You were born for this.” You could hear the ruffling of his clothes and you wondered what he was doing. “You were born to be weak.”

“No.” You said softly.

“Yes darling.”

Everything got super quiet before he spoke again. His voice sounded like it was right against your ear and you swore you could feel his breath against your neck.

“Your Just born to be someone’s prey.”

The cabinet door swung open.

Your eyes snapped open.

Dark

Everything was dark.

You tried to sit up so you could flick on a light, but a heavy arm kept you from doing so. Looking over you realized who the arm belonged to and used all the strength in your shaking body to push the arm off of you.

Throwing yourself to the night table you knocked the lamp over trying to find the string to pull.

“Kätzchen? What’s wrong?” The bed jolted and two strong arms wrapped themselves around you.

“No! Don’t touch me!” You screeched. Those arms quickly faded away from you and you jumped off the bed and tucked yourself against the wall.

His bedside lamp flickered on and illuminated the whole room. You pressed yourself deeper into the wall and wished to fade away.

“Kätzchen? Look at me.” Ludwig’s voice called out softly. You shook your head and vigorously whipped away the tears that were flooding down your face. “It’s me, Kätzchen, it’s me. Why are you afraid?” The tenderness in his voice caused your heart to crack a little.

Working up the courage you finally looked over at him. He was standing next to his side of the bed facing you and he had his hands raised, like he was showing you he wouldn’t cause you any harm. The dream quickly flashed through your head and another choked sob left you lips.

A shaky breath left his form and you knew that this was hurting him as much as it was you. He walked away from the bed very slowly and made his way around to your side of the bed. He didn’t try to touch you though, he simply sat down on the bed. He was about 5 feet away from you.

“You’re shaking.” You murmured softly.

“Yes.” He replied softly. He lowered his hand that were still up in the air and rubbed them together, like it would stop the shaking. “You’re Freaking me out.” He continued. You could feel his soft eyes staring at you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.

“I scare you?”

“Mmmmh.” He hummed in agreement. “Your scared of me aren’t you?” He asked.

You didn’t answer- you couldn’t.

“That’s what scares me.” He said again. You heard a crack in his voice and cursed yourself in your head. “Nightmare?” He sighed.

You nodded your head.

“You were hurting me in my dream.” You mumbled after a short quiet minute. “You could hear my thoughts and told me I was weak.”

“You aren’t.” He said quickly. “You know I once had a dream,” he laid down on the bed, “that I was falling from space and I fell into the ocean and I was adopted by a school of fish.” He stated. You couldn’t help but give a small giggle. “Now first of all- I would never go up into space- even if I had the opportunity. Second of all, even I would die if I fell from space.” He chuckled softly.

You adored this side of him.

“The point I’m trying to make is that dreams- while they can be scary and stupid, they aren’t real. And they shouldn’t be something to worry about especially since I’m promising you, I would never do anything to hurt you, Kätzchen, ever.”

You smiled softly and felt all of your fear slowly drift away.

“Can you tell me more about your dreams?” You asked softly. You got into bed next to him and laid your head and his stomach. Bringing one of his hands down he gently massages your scalp making you relax.

“Of course.”

Romano

You stayed silent as the car hummed quietly from underneath you. You tried to stare out your window but your eyes nervously made their way back to him. He was in the drivers seat. His grip on the stealing while was so tight it looked like it was going to snap under his strong hands.

His breathing was labored and he would shift uncomfortably in his seat every few minutes. He could feel you staring and turned his head to look at you. You didn’t dare make eye contact with those fiery olive eyes.

“Lovi, I’m sorry. Please don’t get mad.” You murmured finally. You always knew he was protective- but this was becoming a whole new level.

“Well maybe if you didn’t dress like such a slut, he wouldn’t have come up to you.” He growled. The car sped up as did your heart rate.

“Excuse me?” You gasped, turning your head to look at him.

“You heard me, bitch.” He spat. You felt a sharp pain go through your heart as it broke. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to get oxygen in your lungs.

“What, gonna cry?” He mocked as he pulled up to your shared house.

“What’s wrong with you?” You shouted, as you quickly opened the car door before slamming it shut. “I didn’t do anything wrong and you know it!” You shouted again walking up the driveway. You felt nauseous as you practically stumbled up the steps.

Before you could get to the top step the back of your head received a hard slap. The action caused you to almost fall, but Lovino gripped your hair before you fell and yanked you back up so your back was against his chest.

“Don’t make a fucking scene.” He grumbled, He then shoved you forward causing you to smack against the hard wooden door.

A loud sob escaped your lips as you prayed this was all some kind of sick dream.

“Don’t you dare cry, Bella.” The use of your nickname made your head snap up.

“Bella.”

“Bella!?”

You shot up and almost hit Lovino in the face of he didn’t have fast reflexes.

“Jesus, What happened.” He murmured from beside you. “Y/N” He asked a little after you didn’t respond.

You whimpered softly and tucked your knees to your chest. “Bella?” He mumbled tenderly. He softly scooted so he was next to you. This wasn’t the first time a dream like this had plagued your nights.

“Was it bad?” He asked. You nodded your head and leaned against him slightly. He made no move to hold you, in fear of scaring you. “Will You be able to go back to sleep?”

You thought for a moment but shook your head no.

“How about we go downstairs and I’ll make you some of my famous breakfast.” He smiled.

“Your famous breakfast is just pizza with a side of scrambled eggs.” You giggled slightly. He chuckled and hummed in agreement.

“But it’s the best breakfast you’ve ever had, don’t lie.” He smiled placing a small kiss on your temple.

“Thank you, Lovi.”

“Anything for my beautiful girl.”

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Germany anon again! How would Germany handle his young looking wife getting pregnant & not being able to wear her wedding ring because her fingers are swelling from pregnancy (so they get looks when in public by judgemental people) & one day when they’re at the store someone looks at them & loudly mutters “babies shouldn’t be having babies” or something & s/o immediately bursts into tears, looks at Ludwig & says “I look like a pregnant 15 year old!”

“Look at That.”

“I know, babies shouldn’t be having babies.”

He almost had to stop a growl that rose in his throat. He swiftly turned his head to look at the two older woman standing in the same aisle.

Their eyes quickly widened once they realized he heard them and they shrunk back under his hard gaze. One of them offered a sheepish smile and the other one grabbed her by the arm and scurried away.

He smirked at his small victory and his eyes quickly scanned down to his side, his smirk quickly faded when he saw the tears welt up in your beautiful eyes.

He quickly brought one hand up and cupped your cheek, his eyes twinkled in assurance.

“I look like a pregnant 15 year old.” You mumbled, leaning your head against his side.

“No you don’t Kätzchen.” He mumbled gently. He sighed softly has he felt a hot tear dampen his shirt. “Don’t listen to them. You should be happy. Do you know how many woman look like they aged 20 years when their pregnant? You look young, beautiful and healthy, Kätzchen.” He tilted your head up so you could look at him as he spoke.

“Really?” The hot tears that rolled down your cheeks slowly turned into happy ones.

“Yes really. Now what did you want?” He asked releasing your cheek and kissing your forehead.

“Pickles and cookies!”

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Hi good day! Can i request for germany headcanons about his s/o being a huge nerd historian and love his country and its culture ( being germanophile) sorry for idk... This is a first time i use a tumblr and request something because i really liked your contents so yeah thx

💕I feel that! And thank you so much💕

Please gush about his country to him

He needs to hear it

He would be quite shocked to hear how much you love his country

While he knows people aren’t as angry with him as they once were it seems like every time someone mentions his country the words Nazi and Hitler are soon to follow

He would absolutely adore the chance to wander around the city with you and show you all the sights and be the best tour guide

He would even show you the not so great parts of his country

And the parts that showed his greatest mistakes in his history

He sees his country as the greatest reflection of himself

While it can be beautiful, strong, charismatic, and bright

It can also be ugly, weak, scary and hold unspeakable darkness

Almost Wherever you go it is likely to end up on an hour discussion about something that happened there and the effects it had

He also finds it adorable when you spit out information about his country as well

Even if he already knows it- which he will

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Germany and Romano w/ an emotionally exhausted s/o due to family, school, and mental health? Thanks so much! 💕

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Germany

Hands softly ran up and down your shaking back as you unloaded a weeks worth of tears onto their shoulder. Whimpering pitifully you pressed the side of your face under his chin, against his chest. His hands stopped rubbing and his large arms just enclosed around you. He rested his chin on top of your head. His shoulders hunched over you, like a shield.

If anyone were to walk in they probably wouldn’t even be able to see you buried in his large frame.

“I feel stupid for crying.” You admitted. He hummed in question and moved his head so his lips were pressed against the top of your head. “I mean people go through crazy, horrific, terrible things and here I am crying.” You continued.

“Everyone goes through their own things Kätzchen.” His deep voice rumbled. “You can’t compare your situation with theirs. Everyone has things that effect them and things that don’t.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “I know, but I just wish I was stronger, like you.” You pipped up.

“I’m not as strong as you think. And I know it sounds bad but I don’t want you to be. Half the reason I’m as strong as I am is because I’ve seen the worst, lived through the worst and been the worst. And because of that I’ve been an emotionless cold shell most of my life. It’s easy to close yourself off, but it takes being strong to cry and feel all those emotions coursing through you. You think being strong is not crying, but that’s not true, Kätzchen. Being vulnerable and weak, is sometimes the strongest you’ll ever be. I don’t ever want you to be your idea of strong.” He finished. You moved your head away and stared back up at him in awe.

“I wouldn’t mind being like you though.” You said softly. He chuckled lightly and pressed you back against him.

Romano

“I hate everything.” You grumbled.

“Mood.” Roma snorted. You rolled your red and puffy eyes and buried yourself deeper into his chest.

You had just finished crying into your boyfriend’s chest while he assured you that everything was going to be okay.

“Hey look at me.” He murmured, softly tapping his finger against your chin. You didn’t completely lift your head up from its spot but titled it up at him. “Don’t get tunnel vision. This is just one week out of your very, very, very long life. And next time don’t wait till you are at your wits end to tell me about how you feel, especially when you put up a facade, to make me believe you were alright.” He said. His thumb softly rubbed against your blotchy cheeks

“I didn’t want you to worry.” You mumbled. You moved your head so it was nuzzled right into his neck.

“It worries me more when I come home and see my girlfriend having a break down on the kitchen floor.” He grumbled. Your face flushed with embarrassment. “Don’t get embarrassed, it’s me, I have had my fair share of break downs.” He chuckled, placing a kiss against your heated forehead. “But you scared me. So next time please tell me. Even if you think it’s stupid. It isn’t, okay Princess?” He asked, shaking your body gently. You smiled and nodded, kissing his jaw softly.

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Soulmate stuff

AU where you hear your soulmates voice in your head and can talk to each other.

I’m starting with Germany because we love a soft German.

“Ugh, this is sooo stupid! Why can’t I make frosting right?” You groaned internally.

A deep chuckle rang out through your head making your knees quiver a little.

“I told you, you needed to fold it Kätzchen .” Ludwig murmured.

“When are you coming home? I’m bored and lonely.” You questioned.

“Well if these idiots get through their presentations today I’ll be home by tomorrow night.” Ludwig was currently at a world meeting and had nothing better to do than walk you through how to make a cake. “And besides Kätzchen I’m right here you have no excuse to be lonely.”

“I know but I want you to be here physically.” You replied before a small idea popped into your head. “Could you maybe yell at them to move it along?” You asked Shyly.

“I haven’t done that for years.” It’s true. Ever since you were born he preoccupied his time with you. That included meetings. When everyone was fighting he simply pulled his voice into your head.

When you were a baby he would hum little tunes and tell you cute little stories he made up. As you got older it soon turned into conversation. He was the reason you were able to form full sentences and paragraphs by the time you were one and a half.

He was always there.

Then once you turned 18 he quickly flew you to his home country and you’ve been with each other ever since. You realize to most people that would be weird because he’s known you since you were a baby- but they don’t realize that he’s 149 years old.

The other countries were of course very bothered when he went a whole meeting without shouting, but when they saw his eyes glaze over slightly they knew what was going on. They bit down their jealousy and congratulate him.

“Pleassssseee” You begged.

You heard a deep sigh and his voice completely disappeared from your head. You would never get use to the feeling. It felt like you could physically feel his voice getting pulled out of you head. As soon as his voice faded away it was like the warmth left your body and you felt empty.

“Okay we are back on track.” His voice said. You smiled in relief as his voice went down your spine.

“Great, now back to the cake.” You murmured pulling out the slightly burnt cake for the oven.

“You burnt it again didn’t you.” Ludwig said knowlingly.

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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☯ ☮ ♦ ★ for Germany please? ( I love you blog!!!)

Thank you!!!!

Likes/dislikes

Likes= Trying to pronounce the other languages on a instruction manual

Dislikes=stubbing your toe (he does that a lot)

Friendship

The most loyal person on zhe planet

Quirks/Hobbies

Hobbies= Fixing things

Quirks= When he’s focused he furrows his brow and clenches his jaw

Sad

He has more faith in his dogs than he does in people

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Can you do headcanons for Germany with an hardworking but very disorganized and easily distracted significant other, who tries always to do her best and to help others but even when she manages it's always an hurricane of mess ?

You’re his adorable little hurricane of mess.

He’s the CEO or organization and handling people who were blessed with the attention span of a rock.

1. A schedule would be the first thing to implement.

when to get your work done

what work you have to be done

their due date

the whole 9 yards.

He loves that you want to help people....but he doesn’t want people to take advantage of you.

Even though you may make some situations worse its the thought that counts, right? And if anyone has anything different to say they’ll be hearing for him.

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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How would Germany react to accidentally walking in on his s/o drying off after a shower and he sees her naked and she’s so humiliated and embarrassed, even though it was an accident, that she locks herself in the bathroom refusing to come out? What if s/o apologized to him for having seen some of the typical unfeminine features she has, such as excess body hair?

“Kätzchen, Open the door, please!” Your boyfriend shouted from the other side of the door.

You wiped away the tears that were flooding down your face and hugged the towel closer to your shivering body.

“Y/N!” He shouted making you shudder. He rarely ever used your actual name. “Come on, you must be freezing! You are going to get sick.” His voice was less angry and panicked. It was just worried. You sniffed loudly and heard a soft sigh from the other side of the door. You soon heard his heavy footsteps leaving their place and walking down the hall. But just as soon as they left they seemed to come back.

“Okay I got some clothes for you and I’m going to leave them infront of the door. I’ll be in the living room and I expect to see you down there after you are done.” He explained. Once you heard his footsteps fade away you quickly unlocked the door and grabbed the pile of clothes.

It was one of his sweaters, a pair of your undies and sweatpants. The thought of him going through your underwear drawer made a blush spread across your already flushed face, but you shook the idea out of your head. You threw the clothes on and quickly brushed out your hair and started making your way to the living room.

You peaked around the corner at the top of the stairs and saw him sitting on the couch with his legs propped up on the coffee table. The TV was on but he didn’t seem to be paying any attention to it. The dogs were sprawled out on the floor still tired after the hike all of you went on.

His senses seemed to kick in because it was like he knew exactly where you were. Raising his head his eyes made direct contact with yours. Sitting up, he brought two fingers in the air and moved them back and fourth signaling you to come to him.

Ignoring the small fire that began in your lower abdomen due to the assertiveness, you gulped and quickly made your way down the steps.

You nervously tried to sit down next to him only for him to grab you (gently) and pull you onto his lap. He moved you so you were facing him, but you weren’t straddling him.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” He asked, softly.

You looked up at him with wide eyes but quickly shook your head.

“I’m uncomfortable with myself. I mean you saw yourself. I have more hair than you.” You you mumbled. Tears once again began to fall, but this time they were brushed away softly. Running his thumb over your wet cheeks he sighed and pulled you so your head was resting right under his chin.

“Y/N, I could give less of a fuck about body hair, I mean seriously, I grew up in the era of more hair, more flare!” He said softly. The ending made a small giggle leave your lips. “And I’m almost the furthest thing from hairless myself, and I don’t care. So if I don’t care about hair than neither should you.” He assured squeezing you to him softly.

“I know but I’m still sorry you had to see that.” You grumbled.

“And I’m sorry that you don’t see how beautiful you are.”

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Angst/cute

Germany x reader

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“I hate you! I fücking hate you!” You shouted. Your trembling hands smacked at his chest, trying to push him away.

That was the worst feeling out of all of this. The fact that the same person who you ached for was now someone you wanted nothing to do with.

“What did you just say?” He asked. His voice was low and cold. His hands grabbed your wrists and tugged you against him. His mouth ghosted against your ear. “Mmmm?” He hummed in a question.

“I said I hated you.” You replied. Your body subconsciously leaned closer to him. You blamed it on the instincts we all had engraved into our DNA. The same ones that told you to run or fight. Despite all of the emotions flowing through you, your body stayed near him. It equated him with safety.

That wherever he was was home.

“If you hate me then why are you here?” His hands let go of your wrists but you stayed put. Brushing your temple against his lips, you hoped for some form of affection.

The weight of your words came crashing down into you. How could you be so stupid? You loved him more than anything. And how could he be so stupid for believing you?

“Do you believe me?” You asked, you tilted your head to look up at him. His icy blue eyes stared ahead until he looked back down at you. His eyes held no emotion. It reminded you of how he was before- well, what everyone told you he was like. But all of that changed once you came hurdling into his life.

“Believe what?”

“That I hate you.”

You rested your chin against his chest, continuing to look up at him.

He broke his eye contact and looked straight ahead.

“No.” He stated firmly. He looked back down at you. His eyes scanned over your face, with such detail and precision.

“I don’t believe it.” He continued.

“How can you tell?” You hummed, quietly. Bringing your hand up you traced your fingers in random patterns over his chest. His shoulders finally relaxed, and he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Imagine you are trapped in a room for a whole week, who is the one person you would want to be stuck with?”

“You.” You replied without missing a beat.

“There’s your answer.”

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Germany x reader

“No Kätzchen, you have to fold it not stir it. If you stir it it won’t be fluffy.” Ludwig scolded lightly. You huffed but complied.

“I just want to decorate! I don’t want to actually make the cookies!” You groaned, folding the frosting in the mixing bowl.

“You know the rules, if you want to decorate you have to help make it.” He explained softly. One of his large hands gave your bottom a light smack as he walked behind you. Chuckling at your gasp he opened the preheated oven and placed the 2 trays of cookies in. “That’s good.” He said soflty taking the large spoon out of your hand. Turning around he grabbed a stack of about 6 bowls and laid them out on the kitchen island.

“Can I pick colors!?!” You asked excitedly.

His pale blue eyes lit up in adoration as he gave you a small nod and watched as your frame threw itself against the cabinets and grabbed the food coloring.

You watched patiently as he separated equal parts of the fluffy frosting into each bowl. You chose the colors you wanted to do and added them each into their respective bowls. Once you were finished you both filled the piping bags with a color, just as the timer for the cookies went off.

You rushed to the oven and quickly pulled the door down, but a strong arm wrapped itself around your waist and picked you up, moving you away.

“Do you need a reminder of the last time you opened the oven that quickly.” He warned.

“First of all That was like a year ago, and second of all that will never happen again!” You retorted.

One time you got over excited and opened the oven too fast causing the whole thing to jolt and the pan of cookies fall out. The pan skimmed your foot and barely left a mark. Honestly you were more upset about the cookies than anything, but Ludwig rarely lets you near the oven, unless he is in arms reach.

Humming in response he put the oven mit on and pulled the trays out of the oven.

You stared at the cookies longingly was he put the bags of frosting in the fridge to cool.

“Come on Kätzchen, they need to cool.” He hummed softly ushering you away from the tempting cookies.

“But I’m hungry.” You moaned burying yourself into his back. He stopped walking and turned around before grabbing you and lifting you up over his shoulder.

“We ate lunch like an hour ago.” He chuckled, laying you down on the couch. Sitting down next to you he lifted your feet so they were across his lap.

“Ya, an hour ago!” You giggled. You maneuvered yourself so you were sitting on his lap, with either leg on his side. Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you so your chest was against his.

Leaning forward he captured your lips in a loving kiss. Your hands instinctively went to his soft blonde hair and tugged at it. Groaning against your lips he quickly flipped the two of you so your entire body was completely covered by his.

“You taste like frosting.” You murmured as you pulled away for air. He chuckled softly and planted a kiss against your forehead.

“Well someone had to try it.” He winked down at you. Placing a small kiss on your chest he sat up again. “The cookies are probably cooled by n”-

You shot up and ran to the kitchen before he could even finish his sentence. Rolling his eyes he stood up and followed the love of his life into the kitchen.

Kätzchen= kitten

I don’t know if the german is right so don’t attack me

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allthingshetalia · 5 years

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Hi, ummmmmm so....I’m new to the blog and I was wondering. Can I please get a Germany x s/o x America? Like they all are dating. What would they do? And such. I’m sorry if this is weird.

💕Are you kidding me? I would cut off one of my toes if it meant I could have both of these beefy protective cakes. 💕

Cuddling is bomb AF

Like imagine you are going to be squished between these two cause you are probably the smallest

The best cuddling position though is when you are on Germany’s chest and America is tucked in Germany’s arm with his lips pressed against your forehead

You have to be a dog person

Eventually all three of you will open up your very own doggy spa/paradise

Movie night are always a thing

Because America is a big fan of horror movies the night will usually end with both of you buried in Germany’s chest for safety

Both are down for anything when it come to the bedroom👌👌

Both are hella rich so you are going to be a spoiled little thing

You get to travel all over America because America has an apartment in every state

You get to go all over Europe because Germany is right in the center of it

He also has homes all over Germany

The food is going to be sooooooooo goood

You get to work out with both of them too!!!

They will make it fun don’t worry

All the other countries will get extremely nervous because two powerhouses are getting so close

Ohhh and you will always be safe

They are extremely protective of you

And it’ll show

All in all just lots of cuddles, kisses and laughs

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Please, lord/lady/theydy of the headcanons, can we have the nightmare-thingy for Prussia and Germany?

💕🌸I will accept Her Royal Highness😂🌸💕

Germany

You shivered and pulled the blankets tighter around you.

“Luddy, turn the heater on.” You murmured. Opening your eyes you then realized why you were so cold. Groaning to yourself, you stuck your hand and leg to the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm body of your husband only to find cold sheets. Cursing him lovingly to yourself you sat up in bed cringing when a cold shiver went through your body.

Who cold blame you? You spent the last 7 years curled up in two warm arms and suddenly their gone? It was abandonment . Shaking the thought out of your head you scampered across the cold carpet, trying to avoid tripping over Berlitz as he became alert of your awakness. Ending up at your husbands side of the closet you quickly grabbed a pair of his socks and slid them on. They were big enough to go a little bit below your knee and your grabbed his heavy sweater and threw it on over your head. Deciding you were dressed enough to go on the pursuit of your husband you waddled down the hallway and steps of the old cottage, with Berlitz right on your heels.

The kitchen light was on and you sneakily made your way through the living room. You were about to sneak attack him but once you caught sight of him your heart caught in your throat. He was leaning over the kitchen island with his head in his hands. His strong broad shoulders were shaking slightly and the muscles on his arms kept flexing.

“Lulu?” You asked quietly making him jump up in surprise. His blue eyes were red and puffy and red blotches were spread a toss his cheeks. He was no longer crying but you could tell there was still some emotion he needed to let out. “What’s wrong?” You asked again rushing to him. He held out his arms for you and put his arms under your butt lifting you up into the counter. He kept both his arms under you so your bare legs wouldn’t get a shock from the cold counter.

“Just another stupid nightmare.” He grumbled. You brought your hands up to his shoulders and softly massaged your way up till you got it his cheeks, rubbing soft crickets into his tired skin.

“Wanna talk about it?” You hummed resting yourself under his chin.

“Just the same old stuff, You know. I do terrible things with a red band around my arm. I see you and you scream and yell at me and call me a monster and then you leave.” He said, clearing his throat to get rid of the cracks. “It just never ends.” He continued moving his arms out for under you. He grabbed you and walked over to the dinning room table and sat down with you in his lap. The chair creaked at the sudden weight making you jump.

This type of thing happened at least once a month so everything you could say to comfort him has already been said. You have actually helped him in so many ways and if it wasn’t for you the only way he would be happy would be if he was in a ditch. But some things you can’t fix. Nightmares is one of them. The best thing to do is to just hold him and let him speak his mind knowing he won’t be judged or thought of as weak. Because he is the farthest thing from weak.

Leaning up you planted a kiss on his temple before you nuzzled back into his chest.

“I love you.”

Prussia

The bed jolting made you wake up abruptly. The sound of uneven breathing was the first thing you heard.

You looked up and saw your boyfriend of 3 years sitting up in bed looking terrified. Before you could even sit up or anything his head snapped to you making you shrink back. A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled the covers away from your body.

Lifting your shirt he inspected your stomach carefully making you a little self conscious.

“What’s wrong?” You asked pulling his hands away and pushing your shirt back down.

He flopped back down next to you and pulled you on top of him.

“I dreamed you were bitten by a flea and got the plague.” He stated. You couldn’t stop the laugh coming out of your mouth.

“The plague? You weren’t even created yet when that was a big deal.” You chuckled nuzzling back into his neck.

“I know but I came across my old medical books when I was digging through my office and I saw some shit.” He breathed. “And why are you laughing? I dreamed the only woman who I have ever loved got a disgusting disease and she laughs. You are the worst.” He scolded, only making you laugh harder.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” You snorted through your laughs.

“In my defense when I told you I was scared of ghosts you laughed at me.” You said once you finally calmed down.

“Yes because they don’t exists. If they did I think I would have seen one by now.” He argued running a hand through your slightly knotted hair.

“Maybe they just don’t find you interesting enough to haunt.” You giggled.

“Ya, Maybe.” He snorted.

“Anyways I thought the rats were the ones who had the plague?” You questioned.

“No-well yes. The rats carried it and the fleas transmitted it. When the rats died the fleas jumped off and landed on humans, but because everyone in the 1300s was disgusting they didn’t think anything of it. But when a flea bites you it eats so much of your blood that it throws it back up so fleas were basically throwing up the infected blood back into the wound an”—“Okay!!! I get it! Ewwww. Why can’t you tell me that stuff at an appropriate time.” You asked cutting him off.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know the protocol for talking to your girlfriend about fleas barfing.” He chuckled squeezing you against his chest.

“Well at least I learned something.” You mumbled.

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