Hetalia - Strange World (Germany X Reader)

Okay

(Germany's POV)

He looks away from you as he says it, fearful of what he might see in your eyes. He'd only just found you, he didn't want to lose you now, or ever as a matter of fact.
      He hears you gasp and his shoulders slump in defeat, just waiting for the words of denial, or worse, rejection spill out of your mouth. He hears a mutter and looks up at you, wanting to know what you said.

(Your POV)

"So you were the wolf?" You say, quietly and more to yourself rather than him. But he hears you mumble and looks up at you. You stutter and try to find the words but you can't as you meet his gaze, his baby blue eyes wide and fearful. After what felt like years but was only mere moments you look away, taking a deep breath as you do so.
      "You, you were the wolf last night," it was more of a statement rather than a question. You look back at him, your eyes full of wonder and he just simply nods, meeting your gaze once again. You bite your lip and search his face for any indication that this may be a prank but, either Germany is a magnificent liar, or this is actually the truth. He looks away once again, frowning.
      "Okay" you say, your brow furrowed and your mouth pulled into a tight line. His head snaps up and he looks at you in disbelief, his eyes once again wide and his mouth agape.
      "O-okay?" He seems so confused by the word, not sure what you meant by it.
      You nod and smile, "I'd like to know more," He lets out a shaky laugh as you say those words and does something that you think surprises you both; he hugs you! His muscular arms wrap around your smaller frame and your enveloped into his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck and he burys his head in the crook of your neck mumbling something as he does so.
      "Hm?" You lean back a bit, his arms still around you, stopping you from falling back. He looks up at you, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.
      "I- ich liebe dich," He says, a slight smile playing at his lips and his blush growing darker. Your eyes widen and you feel your own blush start to cover your cheeks.
      "Ich liebe dich," you say back, grimacing slightly at your pronunciation but he doesn't seem to mind. He's just looking at you fondly, thankful that you didn't reject him.
      "(Y/n)..." he sounds like he's about to say more but the door downstairs opens and you hear a certain italian.

"(Y/n), Germany, I'm making pastaaa!" He yells up to you, his gleeful attitude making you laugh.
      "Okay, we'll be down in a minute!" You yell back, smiling as you do so. You look at Germany expectantly.
      "Vat?"
You roll your eyes and gesture around you. "You need to move your arms so I can get up silly," you laugh.
      He blushes. "Oh, ah sorry," He says quickly standing up, not really sure of what to do now. You're still sitting on the bed but you can't help but laugh a little about how adorable he looked with a blush. Germany, blushing, of course it's adorable.
      "Vell, ve'd better go und tidy up after Italy," He says giving you a small smile before walking out the door, leaving you alone in your room.
      You sigh and lie back down on your bed, a large grin on your face. You start thinking about what just happened, what Germany had told you.
      "He's a werewolf..." you say to yourself, being reminded of last night. He really is a stunning wolf, and even more so in human form. You thought to yourself, smiling even more. "He's a werewolf and he loves me," you tell the empty room, still wondering if this was in fact a dream. You go through the conversation once again, and you think back to just before Italy came home, Germany was going to say something. You think about what it could be for a few minutes but can't find anything that he would most likely say. You hear yelling from downstairs and you take that as your cue to get up.

Time skip of you getting ready lolol

You walk into the kitchen to see pots and pans littered around the counter. Germany is trying his best to stop Italy from burning the house down and Italy is of course trying to make pasta. You laugh and start picking up some of the pans near you, only to be stopped by Germany.
      "Jou don't need to tidy up (y/n), I've got everything in here under control." He assures you, taking the pans from your hands and dumping them into the sink.
      "Oh uhm, okay." You reply. He turns to walk away but you quickly stop him. "Wait Germany," you grab his arm to get him to stop. He looks down at your hand on his arm then back up to your face, one eyebrow raised. You quickly put your hand down, going a bit red. "Since you're, ya know all wolfy and all," to this he raises his other eyebrow. "Are the others..?" You say, biting your lip.
      "Ah ja, they are like me. But jou shouldn't vorry, I've already told zem everything that I told jou." He frowns "Vell, of course not everything. Vat I mean iz," He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. 
      "It's fine I get it. I'll be in there," you say, pointing to the living room.
      "Vait (y/n), I need to ask jou somezing." To this you look at him in surprise.
      "Uhm okay, what is it?"
      "Vell, I vas going to ask jou zis vilst ve vere still upstairs," the blush on his cheeks reappears and he looks you dead in the eye. "(Y/n), vill you be mine?" He says. Your eyes widen and you go bright red.
      "Yo- you mean like your girlfriend?" You ask, just for clarification purposes. He nods and you grin.
      "Well then yes, I will be." You say and before he can reply you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a bear hug. He wraps one arm around your waist and puts his free hand on the back of your head.

"Ich liebe dich Germany,"
"Ich liebe dich auch, (y/n)"