Germany x France countryhumans (best Germany ship)

intro and pilot

Alright. None of the art is mine unless I say it is.

Germany I'm calling Otto because it's a common name and Otto von Bismarck basically united Germany and made it what it is today

France is going to be Clare because... Ummm I don't know.

If this spirals into a one shot collection then I'll write rules but feel free to give writing tips or requests. I'm on the fence if I should put dirty stuff in here or keep it light. Let me know.

If for whatever reason I need to tell you guys something during the story I will do so [in brackets] I will also do this for translation that isn't obvious with context clues and previous mentions of the phrase. Now enough of me talking let's just hop right in.

The nights wind howelled at the window, shortly joined by streams of rain and flashes of lightning; the only other light seen was that which glows from an old candlestick Dancing to the music that never plays. The handle to the room turns disengaging the bolt and allowing a pair of dress boots to push into the guest bedroom. The measured heavy step moves to the end of the bed and drops a backpack ungratefully on the wooden floor.

"Wo ist die Steckdose? Mein Gott every time I come here it seems to get older and older" the bag unzips and a computer charger dangles out from it. "There it is" the boots pick up a lighter tone as they walk to the outlet. Otto takes a knee "maybe plugging this in during a thunderstorm isn't a great idea these outlets probably aren't grounded" he stands back up and sits on the side of the bed and reaches for his laces then puts his foot back on the floor "right, shoes on unless sleeping or showering" he thinks out loud. The door handle turns again this time for furry mountaineering boots that hang open at the top with a light greatcoat licking the middle of the shins.

"Mine Brüder seems like you are getting unpacked well" a melodic voice greets the room.

"Guten Tag Franz" Otto says annoyed

"Jeez I'm not trying to ruffle any feathers but I was told to come find you, that French girl is frothing at the mouth every time I mention you and wanted  to know where you were" Austria puts his hands in his pockets and turns on his heels and leaves.

*Downstairs*

"I can't believe this: Ivan let's him into MY house and he goes straight upstairs, I have to go cook the chicken so I get Austria to run up and grab him because I still need to say hi but. I predict franz is going to come downstairs wearing that silly coat and have no shoes on AND he will have left Otto upstairs" steam almost shoots out of the enraged Clare. Arthur stands there shocked, top hat shaken.

"Relax Clare, I'm sure he is fine." The English man adjusts his hat "I think it might be time to check the chicken" the enraged head spins, blue, white, and red hair flips about heat fills the room and is pushed down by the fan.

France puts on cloth mittens and breaths to alleviate some of her own stress. The rosemary rotisserie is retrieved rapidly from the top oven rack and placed on the stove. Smell spreads swiftly to the ceiling snatching the attention of the someone stepping from the stairs.

"What is that smell that has so deliciously graded my nostrils" the voice says down towards the few white red and blue. A stone reaction comes with a slow turn and furrowed eyebrows. Otto raises his hands above his head "did I walk in on something?" Daggers shoot from from the eyes of the cook strapping otto into his position. After a moment Clare relaxes and Otto drops from where the Frenchwoman held him with her glare.

"Where have you been, scratch that I know where you were but I'm still mad" Clare turns back to her task

"Mad is an understatement" the United Kingdom mumbles.  "Im going to find the Spain" he walks away leaving them alone.

The air in the room changed from a grey to a warm orange. "Do you need any help?" Otto moves in confidently and takes a position in the kitchen. Looking down his nose at the busy Clare.

"I don't think so but your company is always welcome" France retorts. "I missed you though" turns away to avoid a response. Germany  moves up to a foot behind her and responds.

"Me too, honestly sometimes I forget about you and try to rationalize my absence but I'm glad to see you again" he chuckles then leans on the conter next to her. "You're silent all of the sudden, is something on your mind." She turns her head to not look at him before laughing and shrugging it off.

"Honestly I'm not thinking much, I was just worried about you... But you're here so no worries" Clare takes a deep breath breathing out a chill even though she feels warm in his presence. It's hard for her to find what to say but she sounded smart enough, the reality of her feelings strikes her in a way that feels fictional. "Otto?"

"Ja?" He quickly answers "I mean yes?"

"Nevermind." She dismisses "je t'adore" she says under her breath hoping he doesn't know it means 'I love you'.

[End of pilot please tell me what y'all think]