GerUk/GerEng Collection

Bad Day

Warning: So...in this fic Germany is not in a great mental space. This is more from Arthur's pov (so no deep dive into Germany's thoughts), but there is note of depression symptoms so if you are uncomfortable with that or would be triggered by that you may want to skip this one. 

It was quiet, too quiet. No birds chirping, barely any cars passing, and definitely no noise signaling anyone was inside the sad little house that stood in front of him. Grey clouds hung low, making everything feel dull and grey. England couldn't shake the sinking feeling from just the aura that hung about the property. Gathering up his courage, he knocked gently on the door. No answer. Not even a sound to signal any movement. After the second knock, he heard one of the dogs come to a door. They didn't bark (since they were so well trained), but England could still hear the pitter-patter of their paws on the wooden floor.

With no luck getting the owner of the house's attention, England turned his attention to the doorknob. Upon inspection, it appeared to be unlocked. "How peculiar," he muttered before going inside.

The inside was just as bleak, if not even bleaker than the outside. All the curtains were drawn, casting the rooms in a dark shadow. As soon as he entered, he was greeted by a golden Hovawart. "Hello there Aster," England greeted, crouching down to give the dog some friendly scratches, "where's Lud?"

As if understanding him, Aster let out a whine and led him over to the stairs. England followed her up towards Germany's room. The sinking feeling got worse as he approached the door. It was 11:30 in the morning and Germany didn't seem to be up yet. He was always an early riser, so something was amiss here. Taking in a sharp breath he stepped inside.

If it was even possible, the room seemed darker than the rest of the house. Despite this, he could still make out the form of a person laying on the bed who could only be Germany. When he moved closer he could make out two smaller lumps as well. The lumps moved, having heard England approach. "Hello lads," he greeted, giving the two dogs some pats before turning his attention to their owner. "Ludwig. Are you awake?" A small huff was the only reply he got.

England looked to the dogs, then back at Germany. "Have you eaten?"

"Mmm."

"I'll take that as a no. Watch him for me you three." Following his orders, the three dogs cuddled up to Germany as England made his way back downstairs to order some lunch. He ended up deciding on a restaurant down the road that he knew Germany liked and called. He had about half an hour before the food arrived, which meant half an hour to get Germany up.

"Okay, Lud time to get up!" England cheered as he threw open the curtains to let some semblance of light in. He also opened the window for some fresh air. However, Germany still refused to move. His eyes were closed, but England knew he was awake as his face contorted slightly when they were met with light and his body was way too tense. "Laying there isn't going to do you any good chap. Up, up, up."

It took England actually going over to the bed and forcing Germany up into a sitting position to get the other man up. He was pale and his eyes were tired. His hair was a tangled mess and he clearly hadn't showered in days. Stating Germany looked like a mess was an understatement. England was tempted to run his fingers through the other's hair, but instead, he stated, "you need a shower. It'll probably make you feel better."

"No," Germany whispered, almost too quiet for England to hear.

"What?"

"No Arthur."

"I get you're tired. I've been there. If you need help I'll-"

"Arthur just stop. Stop talking, stop pushing, stop caring."