#Rudwig

[sunny6677]

TIME FADES - A HETALIA AU

Chapter 1

TW: DEREALIZATION, MEMORY LOSS, DELUSIONS, HALLUCINATIONS, YELLING AT CERTAIN POINTS.

IF YOU ARE A HETALIA FICTIVE OR IRL, PLEASE, DO NOT READ THIS.

Amber glows of evening strayed and seeped throughout any peek of opening inside the beautifully designed house, making a cozy aura reek throughout the entire place. A certain Italian and a Japanese man slept comfortably, as peeks of light came into their room with a fresh greeting.

The two, for the time being, were living together. It was under circumstances they both couldn't exactly remember, but they were perfectly okay with the conditions of eachothers company. In truth, they had been hoping to see eachother more anyway.

Feliciano Vargas was the Italian man. Eccentric, excited, childish-- oh, that was how he was described. But he was a real lady's man too, he even had a combat record of ladies he managed to score.

Kiku Honda was the Japanese man. Quiet, distant, and shy; but polite as well, which clashed with all negative aspects of his personality. He had a thing for anime, and in all honesty-- was a pervert, but he never tried to show it.

Feliciano's eyes peeked open, light had made its way into his retinas as he childishly whined at it practically blinding him. "Ah! The light, the light! It's blinding me, it's blinding me!" He yelped, flinching up.

Kiku immediately opened his eyes at the screaming man, and sleepily mumbled into the air, unable to open his eyes out of relaxation; "Fericiano-kun, prease.. be quiet."

"Eh? But I can't, Kiku! Don't-a we have Luddy over today?" Asked Feliciano, tilting his head curiously like a little puppy. Kiku immediately managed to open his eyes, but only slightly; "Oh, thats right.. we do have Rudwig-kun over today, don't we?"

Kiku sighed. "Arright.. i'rr get changed."

"Veeee! Yay, you managed to overcome the grasps of sleep after all!" Cheered Feliciano, sitting up excitedly like a little child. Kiku stretched out, and looked down at his legs, and widened his eyes ever so gently.

"Fericiano-kun.. I don't think I remember us putting these on." Commented Kiku.

Kiku was right, it seemed. It was a light blue gown that he was wearing. Was it meant to be a hospital gown or a sleep gown? The man didn't know, but could only stare as he dug deep inside his mind to try and remember.

"Veee?~ Put what on--" Feliciano noticed, and smiled softly, "Oh! Don't worry, Kiku! I think I remember us having a little bit of a alcohol last night, so we might have gotten drunk! Don't worry-a, I think it's just a hangover!" He reassured with an overbearing grin.

"I.. I see.." Kiku didn't know what on earth he was talking about, he didn't remember having alcohol-- as a matter of fact, he didn't remember most of anything that happened yesterday. "Then.. what about that bandage on your head?"

"Bandage?" Repeated Feliciano, he then felt around his head, and noticed. "Hmm-- must be an accident from getting drunk last night!" Suggested Feliciano.

"Are.. are you sure? I rearry.. don't ever remember having any arcohor rast night.." Muttered Kiku into his lap. "Mhm, no worries, it's all a bad hangover! I swear it!" Promised Feliciano, doing a slight salute as more of a promise.

"Um.. okay then. Are you going to make breakfast again?" Kiku asked, finally agreeing to Felicianos suggestion. "Yep! And today, we're having--"

Feliciano grinned brightly,

"PASTAAAA!"

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Ludwig froze still in front of a house, it looked perfectly comfortable and cozy, yet for some reason he still appeared uneasy. He grunted; and held up his key inside his palm.

He just had to go inside, go back out to get a few things, and then come back and then leave. This shouldn't be so hard, right?

Ludwig sighed gently, and paced up to the front door. A spark of hope, hoping that any of the two inside would answer the door flickered inside his mind as he grumbled again.

He knocked, even though he knew he had a key inside his hand.

"Feliciano? Kiku? It's me, Ludwig--"

No response for a few moments, he knocked again, bitterly hoping desperately that they would answer. Otherwise, he'd have to use his key to force himself inside again.

Then, the door opened.

"Rudwig? It's so earry, how did you get here so fast?"

"Ah, apologies, Kiku-- I told you that i was coming, but you didn't ansver."

"Oh.. I see, I must've rost my phone again, i'rr go rook for it. No worries."

As Kiku let the tall and broad shouldered Ludwig in, Ludwig looked at the time.

It was 7:30 PM.

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A

#hetalia #japan hetalia #italy hetalia #germany hetalia #aph italy #aph japan #aph germany #readthetws

[filingfillets]

Le Corbusier, Lucio Costa / Maison du Bresil / 1959 / Paris, France

sources:

plan:

https://www.urbipedia.org/hoja/Casa_de_Brasil_en_la_Ciudad_Universitaria_de_Par%C3%ADs

photos: 

©︎ Samuel Rudwig

https://www.archdaily.com/328057/ad-classics-maison-du-bresil-le-corbusier

#filingfillets #filingfillets1950s #filingfilletshousing #filingfilletsfrance #filingfilletscorbu

[manianart]

This is Avina, a human raised by 3 dwarve papas.

Her fathers found her mother in the forest bleeding badly and way too cold. She gave them her child and asked them to give her a good life so they did.

Avina is aware of her origin but is no less a proud “dwarven brute” as her papa Venas likes to call her. She wields a battle axe like a badass and is currently head of a facilaty that takes in homeless youth and teaches them how to care for themselves. Her fathers love her with all they have to give. Rudwig is the wisest and the leader of their dwarven guild (there are more dwarves and they all adore Avina since they’ve seen her grow up) He is strict but loving and does everything to see that his loved ones are safe.

Aubern is the softest and a goldsmith/ hobby baker. He makes the sweetest apple pie and always has a care package for Avina when she comes to visit.

Venas is the fun dad. He loves digging and is amazing at finding precious gems. His left eye got blinded in a bad accident but he isn’t bothered too bad. “Not much light down in the tunnels anyway.”, is his favorite phrase.

#Avina #Rudwig #Aubern #Venas #dwarves #dwarf #OC #OCs #my OCs #my OC #talking

[lukatheselkie]

HMC- Music is the language of feelings

@hetaliamondaychallenge

Here’s my other one for today! This completely got out of hand, I had no intentions of it being this long, but here we are. This one follows the prompt a bit more loosely, but it’s still there if you squint!

Pairings: Triangle poly pairings this time! FinGerPan, and mentioned DenPruCan

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned briefly, a makeout session, lots of sexual stuff, but no actual sex. I can’t believe my ace self made something this risky 😂

(Kiku’s accent is PRECIOUS. Though I don’t feel like I did him justice 😭)

    Tino flushes slightly when Kiku places a hand on his thigh. He sends a half hearted glare at him, glancing around the meeting room to make sure no one else knows what’s happening. Once he’s certain the action has gone unnoticed, he lays his head on Kiku’s shoulder to quietly scold him. “What do you think you’re doing? You know we’re both going to be incredibly embarrassed if anyone sees your hand there.” There’s a gentle squeeze from Kiku.

    “No one wirr notice. Rudwig won’t ret them.” TIno laughs softly. He doesn’t want to know what Kiku knows about Ludwig to be able to blackmail him like that,—it’s definitely blackmail, there’s a gleam in his eyes—but he’s thankful for it.

    “If you’re sure,” he hums out, straightening himself back into a sitting position. He places a hand on top of Kiku’s, and focuses his attention back on the meeting. Most everyone looks bored, as it’s been going for a few hours, but it’s close to the end. A few of them even come out of their imagined worlds to stare at the clock. Gilbert looks the most excited. Tino isn’t quite sure why he comes to the meetings anymore, but figures it’s to help him feel included.

    “Dismissed,” Ludwig finally says, causing most everyone to jump up.

    “Vait guys! Everyone ist invited to a party at mine und Ludvig’s house!” The younger German sighs, but doesn’t complain. They must have talked it over already. Good to know Gilbert doesn’t always do without thinking first. Tino was starting to wonder.

    “Yeah! Party!” Mathias tosses an arm over Gilbert’s shoulder. Tino rolls his eyes slightly, smiling at his antics. He looks over at Kiku apologetically.

    “Mathias is likely going to drag Lukas, Emil, Berwald, and I to the party. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I don’t think I have much of a choice.” Kiku smiles sweetly at him, and brushes a strand of hair behind his ear.

    “I don’t mind coming with. We can sneak off to be arone together.” Tino’s face lights up. That sounds wonderful. Suddenly, he’s excited for this party.

~

    Kiku takes Tino’s hand and leads him to a quiet room a decent distance away from the blaring music. They can still hear it, but it’s more of a background noise now. Kiku spins around Tino, laughing, and they launch into a dance that doesn’t match the upbeat music from a few rooms away. But they don’t care. They’re with each other, and that’s all that matters at the moment. Except… They both feel like something is missing. Tino is the first to voice it. Well, this time. It’s a conversation they’ve had in the past. The context changes depending on the situation they’re in, but the main point never differs. “I wish we had a third person to dance with.” Kiku smiles sadly at him, and leans in to kiss his cheek.

    “I do too.” He presses their foreheads together, sorrow flitting around in his chest. He knows Tino feels it as well, judging by his stiffness. He always goes stiff when he’s thinking about this. “We wirr find someone.” He gives him a reassuring smile. Tino smiles back at him, but it’s not as confident as his boyfriend’s. “Maybe we can find someone here.”

    “You really think so?” He perks up, smile brightening a bit. They’ve both wanted to add a third for so long. He furrows his brows slightly. “But who?” Kiku presses his lips to Tino’s lovingly, trying to stop him from overthinking.

    “We don’t have to worry about that right now,” he whispers when he pulls away. “Ret’s just dance together. I have a srow dance song prayrist on my phone. I made it just for us.” Tino’s chest warms with happiness. He grabs Kiku’s hand and squeezes it.

    “That sounds absolutely amazing, Hani muru (Honey crumb).” The shorter man blushes, and hurries to pull out his phone. He places it on the floor nearby, and starts the playlist. They’re all slow love songs, and they both love every second of dancing together to them. Even if neither is very confident in his dancing abilities. Each and every lyric is special to them.

    When the playlist ends, they’ve gone from elaborate dancing to slight rocking while staring deeply into each other’s eyes. At least an hour has passed, if not two, but the sudden lack of their music reminds them of the party happening beyond their personal bubble. The music is still going, though it’s much more relaxed than it was when they started the songs that drowned it out. Kiku picks up his phone, frowning a bit at his battery percentage, and pockets it. Tino wraps an arm around his waist and kisses the top of his head. “That was wonderful. Thank you for tonight. I’ll never forget it.”

    “I wirr cherish it forever.” Tino smirks, a thought coming to mind. “What’s that rook for?”

    “We could make it even more of a night to remember, you know.” He lightly flicks Kiku’s waistband, causing him to flush crimson. “Only if you want to, of course.” A quick nod is all it takes for him to pick his lover up and press him against the wall, kissing him needily. Kiku wraps his legs around his hips, and tangles his hands in his hair. Tino’s hand finds its way under the fabric of his shirt, and he gasps when he feels fingers brush over his nipples. This gives the taller of the two an opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth, which he gladly takes.

    The wall they’re on shifts, and they realize too late it’s actually a door. They tumble out into the hall, on top of someone. Kiku squeaks indignantly, blushing even harder at the warm, broad chest now pressed against his back. Tino pulls away from the kiss slightly to see just who interrupted their makeout session, scowling a bit. His expression quickly turns to an apologetic one when he sees Ludwig beneath them. He hurries to scramble off of them, tugging Kiku up with him. “Mr. Germany!” The dark haired man yelps, hiding his face in Tino’s chest. He wraps his arms around him protectively, eyes narrowing.

    “Why aren’t you watching your brother? You wouldn’t want him getting too drunk.”

    “I could say ze same zing about jou vith Mathias!” There’s still shock on his face, but at least he mostly has the blush under control now.

    “Berwald is watching him.” Your move he says with his eyes, clinging tighter to Kiku.

    “Berwald got drunk und passed out an hour ago. I zink Mathias vas driving him mad. Lukas is vatching Arthur, Gilbert, und Mathias now. Vhat are jou two doing, making out in my study?” Is that where they were? Tino hadn’t bothered to look around. He was too enchanted by Kiku. He huffs slightly, shaking his head.

    “We escaped from the party when it first started. It’s nicer here. Berwald passed out? I have to tease him about that later!” Ludwig furrows his brows slightly. He runs a hand through his hair out of habit to fix it, and Kiku notices he looks a bit more disheveled than usual.

    “Zat doesn’t answer my question as to vhy jou vere making out.” Tino’s anger comes back, but he doesn’t let it show. Much.

    “Be glad you came in when you did. A minute later, and you would have seen more.” Kiku whines loudly, embarrassed. He whispers into his love’s ear, as quietly as he can.

    “Don’t terr him that! And don’t ret me think about that. I used to want him to make me scream until I went hoarse.” He raises his brows, glancing up at Ludwig. He’s definitely handsome. And muscular.

    “I can see why,” he whispers back. “Though I would rather make him scream himself hoarse.” The noise that comes out of Kiku is a mix between a giggle and a gasp. Ludwig stares at the two of them, perplexed.

    “Vhat are jou saying to him?” Kiku hums in thought. After a moment, he brings his mouth back up to Tino’s ear.

    “So we’re agreed, then? We try to bring Rudwig into our rerationship?” He nods, laughing a bit when Kiku smiles; it tickles against his ear.

    “Oh, nothing much. Just how it would be nice to make you scream as you make Kiku scream.” Ludwig’s face goes pale, then red, then pale again. It stays there for a few seconds, before deciding red is where it wants to be. “We’re polyam, you see. We’ve been looking for a third person to bring into our relationship.”

    “We won’t pressure you into it, but the option is there if you wourd rike to take it.” Ludwig stares at them for a long moment, running their words over in his mind. Polyam. Gilbert has taught him about that. It’s not something he’s against, but he never would have thought he would be invited into a relationship. He’s had a mild crush on Kiku for years, but didn’t say anything because he’s with Tino. The Finnish man is attractive enough. A bit chubby, but so is Kiku, though maybe not quite as much. Apparently he has a type. But it’s the other thing he said that brings him pause.

    “Vhat do jou mean, make me scream?” Tino’s eyes glint, and he licks his lips.

    “I'm not submissive. Not in the least. I don’t plan on ever being submissive. But you still have an opportunity to be dominant.” Kiku perks up, and smiles brightly at him.

    “I wirr submit to you! Of course, we aren’t going to be strictry sexuar. We both want someone to be with emotinarry too. Though sex is rather nice.” Tino nods his agreement.

    “We want someone to love, more than we want anything else. Think about it. We’ll wait for you, Ludwig.” He winks at him, then gently tugs Kiku elsewhere, so they can finish what they started. The German stares after them, mind racing.

~

    “I zink jou should do it.” Gilbert is upside down on the couch, head on the ground and feet dangling over the back, where his head should be. “It’s really eye opening. Jou don’t realize how closed off ze human views ve follow are until jou defy zem. Zis ist ein I vould recommend defying. Ve’re practically immortal beings, Vest. If most humans can’t go zeir lives loving ein, how are ve supposed to? It’s so freeing to be in a non-monogamous relationship. Look at Mathias, Matthieu, und I! Ve’ve never been happier. Ve love each ozer so very much.” His voice clouds over with emotion. “I’m gonna go call zem. I miss zem.” He somersaults off the couch, and practically runs to his room. Ludwig blinks after him. Well, that’s not the answer he was hoping for, but probably the answer he needed.

    “I can do zis,” he mumbles to himself, walking to the landline. He knows it’s not very practical nowadays, and he doesn’t use it very often, but this feels like a special moment. One that would be enhanced by one of his special occasion habits. He dials the number to Kiku’s house without a second thought, having memorized it long ago. He just hopes that’s where they’re at today. Thankfully, he’s in luck. The line clicks alive, and Kiku’s voice comes through.

    “Herro? Rudwig? Why are you calling the landline?” Ah. He meant to call his cellphone, but that’s not the one he has memorized. “Is something wrong?” He shakes his head quickly.

    “Nein! Nozing is vrong. I just… Is Tino zere vith jou?”

    “Mm, he is.”

    “Can jou put me on speaker?”

    “One moment.” There’s a shuffling, and Ludwig takes a deep breath. This is it. This is his opportunity to back down. “Okay. Say what you wanted to.” Or continue forward.

    “I’ve zought about jour offer. A lot, if I’m being honest.” It’s been a little over a month since that interaction, and he’s barely slept from thinking about it so often. Mostly, he’s been fantasizing what it would be like. At first, he thought they might all link hands as they walked, but GIlbert informed him that leads to bumping into things. More accurately, they would switch who was in the middle every time. And, though he didn’t want to think about it because of his uncertainty in it, he’s thought about how sex might work. Between him and Kiku, him and Tino, and all three of them. He’s certain all three will leave him feeling safe during such a vulnerable act. That’s something he’s always worried about, at the back of his mind. If he’s safe or not when he’s being vulnerable like that.

    “You have?” Tino’s voice asks. It’s a bit further away than Kiku’s, slightly muffled, and his mind immediately goes to the gutter. He’s probably just cuddling a stuffed animal! He doesn’t believe that, but he repeats it to himself mentally.

    “Ja. Und…” He can’t bring himself to say it. He so desperately wants to, but he can’t. What if they’ve changed their minds? What if they do get together, and he messes it up?

    “Rudwig. If you’re worrying, don’t. We wirr teach you anything you want or need to know. And we haven’t changed our mind. If anything, we want you to join us more.” It’s unfair, how Kiku always knows what he’s thinking. But it settles his unease enough for him to say it.

    “I vant to try. Danke for jour vait. I know zat must have been bozersome.”

    “Not at all!” Tino’s closer to the phone now, and his mouth is full, which doesn’t help Ludwig’s dirty thoughts. “It can take a long time to decide if polyamory is worth trying. I’m just glad you are willing to give it a chance.”

    “Hai! I’m happy you want to try! We both are!” He giggles. “We were just about to go on a romantic vacation. Wourd you rike to go with us?” He feels his face heat up. A romantic vacation? He really shouldn’t… He has tons of work to do. But his body tingles warmly at the thought, and he knows there’s no use fighting what he wants.

    “Zat sounds wonderful.” He lets himself smile freely for the first time in a long time. Maybe Gilbert is right. Speaking of Gilbert… He rolls his eyes at the music drifting from his room. It’s an incredibly sappy love song, likely coming from Matthieu’s end of the three-way call, but it makes his heart even lighter. The perfect song for the perfect moment.

#hetaliamondaychallenge #aph finland #aph japan #aph germany #aph prussia

[anxiously-unsatisfied-world]

GerPan - Rain On Our Parade

Summary:

Kiku has always loved the rain. That comes as no surprise to anyone who knows him. The calming effect it has on the island nation is evident. Nothing else can cause him to smile quite the way the sound of the rain does.

But, it is the exact opposite of what he wants right now.

Dedicated to Germany’s birthday! <3 Hope you enjoy :D

Kiku has always loved the rain. That comes as no surprise to anyone who knows him. The calming effect it has on the island nation is evident. Nothing else can cause him to smile quite the way the sound of the rain does.

But, it is the exact opposite of what he wants right now.

“When is it going to stop?” His voice rings out in the near-quiet of the house as he stalks back and forth, thoughts whirling like a cyclone.

“Ve, I don’t know.” A soft sigh splits the silence, “It’ll be okay, Kiku, I promise~.” Feliciano’s eyes watch the Japanese nation, the Italian biting his lip as he worries for the man in front of him.

“You can’t say that for sure, Fericiano-kun. The rain is forecast to continue into tomorrow.” Kiku’s voice raises a bit, his voice cracking on the last word. Feliciano’s worry only grows as Kiku has never been this panicked around him in all the time he’s known the man.

“Tomorrow has to be perfect.” Kiku wrings his hands, his heart wrenching with the motion, “I have everything pranned. I didn’t pran for rain!”

Feliciano lets out a breath, eyes still following the raven-haired nation. “That may be true, but you know Ludwig won’t mind, right?”

Kiku doesn't respond, the thoughts in his head blocking out all other sounds.

The Italian all but springs from his seat and walks over, placing his hands on Kiku's shoulders. The island nation stops in his tracks as Feliciano watches him, allowing him to back away if he wishes.

Instead, Kiku leans into the grounding pressure, raising his eyes to meet the Italian's. "Gomennasai. I just..." Kiku takes a deep breath, his expression turning a bit sheepish, "I just want tomorrow to be perfect..."

Feliciano's eyes soften and he starts to massage Kiku's shoulders, "It will be! Don't worry, Giappone~! Ludwig will love it no matter what you do tomorrow. I promise."

Kiku lets out a soft sigh, not quite believing the other’s words but taking comfort from them as intended. “If you say so…”

The Italian beams at the smaller nation, “Now, let’s watch that anime you wanted to show me!” Kiku nods, relaxing further and allowing the issue to slip from his mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of rain greets Kiku when he wakes up and he lets out an inaudible groan. Of course, it's still raining. He glares up at the ceiling, huffing at the weather's noncooperation.

His sour mood dissipates a bit when he feels a familiar weight around his middle. His glare melts into a fond expression as he rolls over, admiring the nation holding him.

Why couldn’t everything work out today for him? Kiku wonders as he revels at how peaceful the German looks. He deserves nothing but perfection.

His thoughts turn to ways of saving what he considers a ruined day. While lost in thought, his teeth grind into his bottom lip, his forehead wrinkling in focus. Thus, he doesn't notice when the light blue eyes of his love flutter open.

What’s troubling him? Ludwig immediately questions as he can almost hear the cogs turning in Kiku’s brain. His eyes flick down to Kiku’s lips and he gets an urge to kiss them. Something that happens every time he’s caught the male biting his lips.

Following through on that desire, Ludwig leans in a bit and presses his lips to the smaller nation’s. Kiku immediately melts into the German’s warmth, his thoughts scattering into silence.

His hands make their way into soft blond hair, Ludwig’s sliding down to his waist. Warmth and comfort flow between them, Ludwig dragging his teeth across Kiku's lip. A soft gasp escapes muffled into the kiss.

He pulls away after a few moment, meeting hazy brown eyes before nuzzling his nose against Kiku’s. “Guten Morgen, liebling.”

Kiku’s lips curl up into a warm smile, “Ohayou, Rudwig.” Ludwig’s eyes soften at hearing his name in Kiku’s accent, “Happy birthday, Koibito.”

Ludwig huffs a gentle laugh as he sits up, pulling the Japanese nation with him. “Danke, liebe. Now, how about vee have breakfast?”

A soft smile spreads across Kiku’s face as he nods, “That sounds good. I’rr cook this morning.” Determination flashes in his eyes and Ludwig laughs. There’s no persuading the Japanese male when he wants to do something like this.

“If you vish. I can make us some tea vhile you cook.” Kiku nods in agreement and the two stand up, making their way downstairs.

Most of the time, the silence would bring both of them comfort. Neither of them are too big on talking and they both relish in having someone understand that.

Yet, the constant sound of the rain makes true silence impossible. Kiku huffs at the reminder that his plans have to change, a niggling feeling saying it's his fault.

“Is everyzhing alright, liebling?” The concerned voice breaks Kiku from his thoughts and he shakes his head to clear it.

“Hai. I’m fine.” The raven-haired nation almost bites his lip when it’s obvious that the other doesn’t believe him. But Ludwig also knows that if something is bothering Kiku, it may take some time to get him to admit it.

After breakfast, they settle on the couch and snuggle close together. Kiku all but glares out the window and Ludwig decides that enough is enough. “Somezhing is bothering you, meine Süße.” Kiku turns to face him at the sound of his voice, “Vhat’s going on in zhat pretty little head of yours?”

A faint blush spreads across Kiku’s face, his heart fluttering in his chest. He knows me so well… He thinks wryly before letting out a soft sigh, “You’re right...It’s just...It’s kind of stupid.”

The German reaches out and tucks a stray bit of hair behind Kiku’s ear, “Nozhing you say vill be stupid, liebling.”

Kiku’s heart swells with affection as he allows his troubles to come to light, “It’s raining.”

“So it is.” Ludwig says, encouraging him.

“And...and...I wanted today to be perfect!” Kiku explodes, “I had everything planned and the rain had to come and ruin it.” Kiku’s voice breaks a bit as guilt and sorrow hits him.

“Shh, liebe. It’s alright.” Ludwig gestures for Kiku to come closer. When the nation is close enough, he reaches out and pulls him into a tight hug, “Zhe rain isn’t ruining anyzhing. All I vanted for today vas to have you vith me. Zhat is vhat vill make it perfect.”

Ludwig runs his fingers through Kiku’s hair, causing the smaller nation to melt into him. The words soothe as intended, though they don't reduce all his worries. “It doesn’t matter vhat vee do togezher. I just vant to be vith you.”

The words cause some of the guilt to evaporate and Kiku lets out a soft, contented noise, “Arright. I berieve you. How about we watch anime and rater we can bake something?”

“Sounds good, Kiku.” Ludwig says fondly and Kiku nods, getting up and bustling around to set up what he needs to.

~After an anime/baking marathon~

Ludwig wraps his arms around Kiku, pulling him closer. He nuzzles his face into the smaller nation's hair. “Today vas perfect, liebling. Danke.”

Kiku melts at the gesture, his heart lightening at the words. The last remnants of guilt he was feeling finally slip away. “I’m grad.”

“Vhatever you had planned can be done next year.”

Kiku lets out a soft hum of realization as he hadn’t thought of that when he was panicking earlier. “Of course. I rove you, watashino koibito.”

Ludwig smiles into Kiku’s hair, “Ich liebe dich auch, mein Schatz.”

Translations:

Gomennasai - I’m sorry.

Giappone - Japan

Guten Morgen, liebling - Good morning, darling

Ohayou - good morning

Koibito - sweetheart

meine Süße - my sweet

Danke - thank you

Watashino koibito - my love/my sweetheart

Ich liebe dich auch, mein Schatz - I love you too, my treasure

Thanks for reading!

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