Hetalia One-Shots

Scene 1: Take 36 [Germany/Ludwig]

One-shot prize for TrueSadness5! Fluff/crack. Mien Gott, I just love that picture there to the side ---->

I could stare at it all day~

-That first smile

"Yo, Gilbert!" you called. Said Prussian turned around and seeing you there he flashed a cocky grin.

"What kind of awesomeness does [Name] need today?"

"Enough of that," you said impatiently, "do you know how I can make Ludwig smile?"

The platinum-blonde man raised an eyebrow at the question and his smile fell just a bit. "Bruder smile? Ha! That's a thing that's hard even for the awesome me can do." He scratched his head but then struggled for an answer seeing the sad frown on your face.

"Try doing things for him or just random errands that he has to do all the time, maybe that will get him to smile for you. I knew you had a thing for him~. I can't wait to tell Toni and Fran-" his smirk came back but was quickly taken away when your fist came in contact with his face. You flushed an embarrassing red and huffed at him.

"Shut up!"

~.~.~.~.~

You were sitting on the couch watching some t.v. show in Germany's house until you heard the front door open and close. Jumping up from your spot to go greet him, you put on your best cheerful smile.

"Hello Germany! How was your day?" you assisted him by taking his brief case and jacket and putting them away. The blonde German sighed and ran a hand though his hair causing a few strands to fall in front of his face.

"It was productive in the beginning, but then it became frustrating when Italy decided he wanted to join me at work. Then nothing got done and I had to babysit him the whole time to make sure he didn't break anything."

Listening to his troubles, you nodded here and there and out your own little comments at times. Finally after he was done with his rant a sly smile came to your lips as you brought him some beer. You made a face at the amber liquid but opened it for him hoping this will get you what you wanted.

"Here you go~," you handed him the bottle. He mumered a thanks before taking the beer and downing it. Anxiously waiting, all he did was throw the empty bottle away and then went to lock himself in his room to do some work.

Plan soften-Germany-up-then-give-him-a-beer... failed.

~.~.~.~.~

Now on your hands and knees, you viciously scrubbed the tile floor of Germany's kitchen. Knowing that he likes things 'clean', you took it to yourself to clean all of his house as much as you could. Getting up and wiping the sweat off your brow, you stood back to admire your work. Happy and confident, you heard the clomping of his boots come into the kitchen. Pausing at eh doorway, Germany looked around as everything was literally sparkling and precisely put into place.

"Wow..." he said dumbfounded.

"Like the amazing job I did?" you eagerly asked.

"Yeah. Uh, thank you."

And what else do you get? Nothing. He just left to do other stuff. Then after a few moments of standing there, the kitchen door was opened with Prussia coming in trudging mud into the house.

"Man, the awesome me is freaking hungry," he rubbed his stomach. Your depressed state didn't help as your temper rose to its top.

"Prussia, god damn it! Why didn't you wipe your feet before coming in?!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.

Seeing if cleaning his house would make him let up. Failed.

~.~.~.~

You grumbled non-stop as you paced back and forth in the living room. All of your plans have gone right into the dumps. Its like you need to be wearing a sign on your forehead saying 'I really want you to smile because I think you will look hot,' for him to get the idea. There are other multiple things you have tried:

Throwing a little surprise party for him.

Failed. Failed. Failed.

Tickling?

Don't even think about doing that again.

You even resorted to pulling an Italy. Cuteness and all.

You debated about taking serious lessons from the Italian.

Once Germany came through the front door from another day of work, you confronted him without a second thought. "Why don't you smile?!"

"Smile?" he blinked, "because I don't need to. My face is fine the was it is now."

"Not even for a picture?"

The German shook his head and you gave out another frustrated growl.

"Do you want me to smile?" he asked. You didn't care about hiding it now and nodded furiously. "Yes! I do! It would make my life if you did." you declared.

Ludwig looked at you with surprise but still felt obligated to fill your request. Even this once, he would do one of the simplest things he rarely ever does.The sides of his mouth started to twitch upward in his best attempt to show you his smile. Noticing this, you stared intently which made it harder for him to relax. Finally, as the world seemed to end, his lips formed into a small, shy smile. You jumped up in glee and his stoic expression fell right back in place. You didn't care as your life long dream -not really- had been fulfilled. You left his house with a hug and leaving him flustered and skipped all the way to your house. You sung a tune with lyrics you made up on the spot.

...was something that I swore I'd never forget-

[Extended Ending]

"Japan! Japan! Guess what? I made Germany smile! And you know he never does...-!" "[Name], you exactly like Italy on this," the Japanese man sighed through the phone.

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Does anyone want to try tickling Germany with me? :D Nah, nah, I don't think that would work at all...