Anime x Reader One Shots

Germany ((Hetalia))

HighSchool!AU

In your eyes, he was perfect.  You and him were in a lot of the same classes, so you saw him often.  In orchestra, he was second chair, first violin (principle was a kid with a stick up his butt who went by the name Roderich) and you absolutely loved hearing him play tests or solos, even if you sucked at playing (you were sixth chair, second violin).

Another class was world history.  The blond was fantastic, especially when the class started talking about world wars I and II.  The teacher would ask us if we could recognize any of the weapons and Ludwig could always name it.  Eventually, the teacher would ignore his hand in the air and would call on another student. 

Chemistry was forth period and you sat behind your crush, so the two of you would always tag team the homework or lab sheets or calculations.  Every once in a while the teacher would yell at you to stop talking, but other than that, you loved that class.

After chemistry was lunch.  You sat only a table away from the blue-eyed boy, so you often scolded your friends for talking so loudly about your crush on him.

"But everyone knows!"  Basch said.  You froze.

"They do?" Panic was in your throat.  Everyone knew?  Even him?  Your friend wasn't making the situation any better. 

"Yeah.  It's pretty obvious.  Ludwig would have to be blind to not see it."  You almost began to hyperventilate.  You stood.  Ludwig had heard his name mentioned a table or two away, so he looked up from whatever non-sensical video Feliciano was trying to show him and Kiku.  He saw you rise from your seat with an upset look on your face.  You turned and ran from the lunch table, ditching your food.  The remaining students looked at each other then stared at one of them specifically.  Obviously, none of them were going after you, so he did.  Feliciano and Kiku just looked at one another, then to the trio of troublemakers on the other side o the lunch table.  They shrugged and Feliciano shoved his phone over to Gilbert. 

Ludwig was fast, and very in-shape, which helped with JROTC as well as chasing after distraught readers.  He caught up with you as you went into the bathroom.  He followed after you.  The people in there gave you two a funny look then left.  Your face was screwed up, having tried not crying, then giving in. 

The blond wrapped his arms around you like a nice warm burrito.  You sniffled. 

"What's wrong [y/n]?  Why are you crying?"  You were shaking in his arms.  Thankfully, there was nobody in any of the stalls.  You shook your head. 

"Basch told me that everyone knows that I have a crush on you!  Even you do."   This left the boy in shock.  In fact, he had not known that you liked him as anything more than just a classmate.

"[y/n], I-" Ludwig had started to say something, but the bell cut him off.  "I'll tell you in English."  You nodded and walked with him to get your things.  He stayed with you until you got to your next class, then went off to his elective.  It was sixth period now and you wouldn't get the chance to talk to your crush until eighth. 

Class went by in a blue and you eventually realized that you had confessed to Ludwig.  You nearly started crying again.  How was he going to react?  He didn't hate you, did he?  The bubble of worry and anxiety and fear grew bigger and bigger as the clock ticked on, taking forever to make the few hours pass on. 

On your way to seventh, you caught a glimpse of Ludwig on his way as well, his face troubled.  He turned a corner before he saw you and you simply turned your music up louder.  You were too emotionally unbalanced to deal with the idiots you go to school with. 

You pushed your way to your class and drew in your notebook instead of paying attention.  When the bell rang, you had no clue what the illustration was trying to tell you.  You closed the book on your doodles and rushed to the last class of the day.

A note was on your desk, the blond who had placed it there was across the room, conversing with your teacher.  You opened it gingerly, nervous as to the contents. 

'Roses are red
I don't know what to do
I suck at poetry, but
I like you too'

The elegant script that you had issues reading swam as you read it again.  You nearly tripped over two different backpacks as you ran to hug Ludwig.  You wrapped your arms around his midsection, face to back, and you started giggling.  All that worrying for nothing.