Story of the Heart. (Germany x Reader)

Heart's slip Up

       Breakfast, the most important meal of the day... but this day was an exception. Wanna know why, because I got in way over my head. And I mean way in over my head. It all started like this:

                                                                           ~Earlier that day~

       "I can't believe they were actually talking about me like that, god I'm so embarrassed..." I still couldn't get last night's conversation out of my head, I couldn't sleep because of it. I also couldn't sleep because of Germany. Sounds weird right? I just couldn't get his sad look out of my head, and then I pictured him with a smile instead of a frown, and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat.

       I know it's weird, I've only just met him. But hey, what can I say? He's handsome as hell, and to be honest, I've always liked taller men. Don't judge me kay? I'm sure you've got preferences too.

        But that's not the point here, I have to get to the kitchen to make breakfast for the nations! I almost forgot! I threw on my uniform and didn't even bother to do my hair, I just tossed it into a bun and called it good. I sprinted to the kitchen and slid around the corner. (like a boss).
        But to my surprise, I already saw someone over the stove making sausage, eggs, bacon, toast, and a whole lists worth of other breakfast foods. My mouth dropped, this was my job! But it dropped even lower when he turned around. Oh, my god... it was him!
        A look of surprise spread across his face. "(y/n)." He said, but it sounded more like a question. I took note that he had a slight stutter.
        "G-Germany." Was all I could reply with. "What are you d-doing here?" He just kinda looked around, as if it was a weird question.
        "Ummm... making breakfast? Like every morning?" Wow, a man that can cook! I kept that thought to myself though...
        "I'm not trying to be rude but, I am the maid here... That's kinda my job your doing." Germany blushed slightly, I think my heart stopped. Damn, he's so cute when he has his guard down. It didn't last though, he relaxed and smiled, giving a small chuckle.
        "I guess it's my treat this morning, huh?" He went back to flipping the pancakes on the stove. That's when I realized... ohmigod, he smiled! He actually smiled, he didn't look all tense and stuff! He made my heart flutter when he smiled, I couldn't help but do so myself. I walked up to him.
        "Can I help you at least? I think I might get in trouble if I'm found slacking off." He just nodded and stepped aside, making room for me to help. I got to work by whisking eggs and pouring into the pan, waiting for it to bubble. I was pro at making omelets. I shredded cheese and chopped pieces of bacon and ham, dumping it into the eggs and stirring it around.
       I noticed that everything he did, he would clean it up. Was he a clean freak? Or just germ conscious? He noticed my questioning look and shrugged.

       "I like my kitchens clean. A clean kitchen is a healthy kitchen." I nodded in understanding, my mother was the exact same way.

        "Breakfast smells amazing!" An under dressed Italy came into the kitchen and took a seat around the island, folding his arms on the table and resting his head on his arms, watching the two of us. I wonder how he thought of me and Germany if we were together...
        "Guten Morgen Italia." Germany replied. He didn't even break pace, he was probably most at peace when he was cooking.
        "Buongiorno~" Italy greeted, he perked his head up when he finally realized that I was there in the same room and a wide grin spread across his face.
        "Buongiorno Bella! I didn't know I would have my favorite maid cooking breakfast for me today." I chuckled a bit, Italy sure was a charmer.
        "She's not cooking just for you y'know. Plus, she's the only maid." England lumbered into the kitchen, he let his head fall onto the island as he took a seat and groaned groggily. Another victim of insomnia I guess, or probably not just a morning person.
        "Good morning England, sleep good?" I made idle conversation as I cooked, we were nearly done cooking breakfast.
        "Good morning Love..." He snapped his head up as he said that, a slight pink shade dusting his cheeks. "I mean-" I stopped him before he could finish.
        "It's alright, I don't mind." Me and Germany finally finished and we set the plates down for everyone to dig in, but before we could do that we had to get the rest of them up. I noticed how Germany gave a quick glare at England before setting down some of the last plates. I wonder why he did that?

I had woken everyone up and all were sitting at the table, besides me of course, I was serving the food... duh. I was rather surprised by that fact that everyone was just sitting in their boxers and eating breakfast, like the fact of them being practically naked was no big deal. Have they no shame, or are they just used to this? I don't think I'll ever find the answer to that.
       "Thanks for the breakfast la vierge." France's words caught me off guard. He just called me virgin... anyone else weirded out by this?.
        "Vous êtes le bienvenu." I told him your welcome in his language, and he looked up from his plate and smiled. "You speak French?"
        "Very little... just small bits and pieces, y'know?" This made France chuckle. "I could teach you, it's not a very difficult language."
        "You don't have to do that, I'm sure I think I could learn it on my own." I responded, it was a nice offer, but I've been doing good on my own so far. Besides, not to be rude, but France looks like he's the type of guy who would try to sweep a girl off her feet.
        "I insist, how could I not offer help to a beautiful fleur like yourself?" It made me blush. Flower, he just called me flower. First I was called love, and then flower. I don't know why, but I was starting to like being called pet names. Don't judge me man, I'm sure you like weird stuff too...
        "Alright, if you insist France. You can teach me French." I smiled and went back to the rest of my chores. But I swear I saw Germany break his spoon on half. Is this... a rivalry I see? Oh no, this is bad. I think I slipped up, and I don't know how to fix this...

*Guten morgen, Italia- Good morning, Italy (German)
*Buongiorno- Good morning. (Italian)
*La vierge- Virgin, maiden, girl. (French)
*Vous êtes le bienvenu- Your welcome (French)

~Note~ PLease do not leave hate comments if I do not get some phrases in a different language right. I do not speak anything other than english, and I'm trying my best. Thank you for your patience :)