Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

2pGermany x Chubby!M Reader: Cream (Lime)

You hummed happily as you plopped scoopful after scoopful of (f/ice cream) into the large bowl you had setting out on the counter, along with a number of your favorite toppings. A large, gleeful smile on your pudgy face.

Making your mountain of cold dessert sent a happy and excited shiver run through your body. It took you all you had to contain the giggles that tickled your throat. You didn't want to draw attention, especially from your boyfriend Lutz who would take the ice cream and scold you for breaking your diet.

But you couldn't help it.  The ice cream was just… sitting there, in the freezer. You couldn't bear watching it waste away like it was nothing. You hummed and looked around carefully before setting the scooper in the sink, washing it off carefully and putting it away to leave no evidence behind before returning to the soft, cold treat. 

But right as you turned around, you met a hard, broad chest. The smell of cheap cologne filling your nose. The smell was something you had become accustomed to, as it belonged to your long time boyfriend, Lutz Beilschmidt. He looked down at you, arms crossed. His violet colored eyes softly glaring down at you. His large frame standing between you and your ice cream. “And what do you think you're doing?” The German man asks, his arched brow somewhat hidden by his messy bleach blonde hair.

You gulp softly and smiled sheepishly.  “I uh- well you see… uh…” You look down and shuffle a little. “I'm really sorry, Lutz! But it looked so good… and I haven't had any in a really long time!” You defend quickly, fumbling with your soft hands and looking back up into his violet orbs. 

Lutz didn't let up his rather irritated look. He sighs and takes the bowl of ice cream and dumps it into the trash. “You know the rules. No junk food. No laziness. No self degradation… And since you broke the no junk food rule… You get the punishment..” He says, scolding you much like a mother would. He points towards the small gym he had set up in the basement he made for you, his eyes telling you to go and start you punishment.

You watch the ice cream fall into the trash and look at him with dejected eyes. Finally you sigh and walk towards the basement, whimpering at the sight of the small gym.  “For how long?” You ask, looking towards your German boyfriend. Your eyes return to gaze at the equipment as if they were torture devices.  

“Until I think you've learned your lesson.” Lutz states, standing in the doorway of the room. “I'll be back with water.” He says, knowing you would be asking for it within the first five minutes. He turned and disappeared up the stairs. Once he was gone, you began to mentally scold yourself for asking Lutz to help you lose some weight. At this moment, you would be more content laying in Lutz's lap while watching TV and gaining a few more pounds rather than being forced to do whatever hellish workout punishment Lutz had planned for you.

You groaned and got to work, knowing Lutz would just add more time to your punishment if he came down to find you moping about the basement.  You gave a soft sigh as you brush some hair from your face and decide what to do first. You weren't sure at the moment. But maybe just some simple weightlifting could work. It wouldn't be too bad.  Start small, grow a little in intensity, then go back to small to cool down. Even still. You didn't want to exercise. 

As you walked over to the dumbbells, you felt your little belly jiggle with each step. The feeling of disgust rising in the pit of your stomach. You had always been on the tubby side, wearing baggy clothes that didn't stick to your chub. You had actually gained weight since being with Lutz, as he was a lazy butt himself. Lounging around the house all day and doing nothing. But recently, you've noticed that when you and Lutz would go out, his eyes would drift off to people who were much smaller than you, both male and female. That thought made you feel sick to your stomach. Maybe it was a good thing he had thrown that ice cream away,  you couldn't be sure if you could hold it down. .