Sweet Nothing: Germany x Reader

Chapter Three: The sweetest COUNT OFF! ever

The man was tall, muscular, had blonde hair and blue eyes. He wasn't as handsome as France or as adorable as Italy, but there was something about him that was attractive. France,  who had let his guard down was then violently pushed on the floor by me (and boy was that fun ^—^).

"Germany!" Italy cooed, happy to see his friend.

"Vhat is going on here?" His eyes trailed over the scene and then finally ended up on me. "Italy, who is zhis?" He asked pointing to me.

"That's my new friend ______." Italy beamed.

"Oh," Germany said. "Vell ve must get going." He proclaimed grabbing Italy's hand and then pulling him towards the door.

"Wait Germany." Italy protested.

"Vhat is it?" He asked annoyed.

"What will happen to _______?" He asked Germany with concern.

"She'll just go back vhere she came from." Germany answered not so nicely.  "Now come on ve have training to do."

"But Germany!" Italy protested. "Please can she stay with us I promise to be good and not get in trouble or get kidnapped and I'll make pasta~!" Italy cried in a mouth full.

"Vell zhat would be nice." Germany said pondering. I got up from the bed and violently stomped on France trying to make sure he was unconscious. I felt eyes on me and I turned to see Germany and Italy both staring in awe.

"Vell, she looks like she can take care of herself." Germany pointed out.

"Actually," I spoke up, hearing the awkwardness in my own voice. "I don't know where I am." Germany sighed.

"Fine," he spoke finally.

"Yeah!" Italy beamed excitedly. "Now I have someone to play with and have sleepovers and eat pasta and now whenever Britain trys to kidnap me, I'll be safe. Thank you so much, Germany."

"Yeah, yeah, vhatever." He sighed less enthusiastically as we exited France's home. When we were out, there was a car parked on the curb. I hopped in the back while Italy sat in the passenger seat at the front and Germany drove.

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"Here ve are," Germany said to no one in particular. He looked at Italy and continued speaking. "Italy, show _______ to ze guest room."

"Okay," Italy beamed grabbing my hand. He pulled me by it and dragged me inside the house. Around a small table was a man with black hair that barely passed his ears. He wore a white suit and I knew who it was, Japan. What the heck is Japan doing here, I thought, is he in alliance with these people?

"Oh, herro Itraly," he greeted in a bored tone.

"Hello, Japan!" Italy sang happily. "We have a visitor, her name's______."

"Oh herro ________." Before I could respond I was dragged upstairs  by Italy. We came to a room and he opened the door.

"Here you go!" He beamed. "It's not much, but it's what we have to offer since Britain keeps trying to KILL ME!"

"It's fine." I told him looking around. "So what is it with you and Germany?"

"Germany is so nice," Italy cooed actually believing that.

"Sure I totally believe you." I teased sarcastically. Italy smiled.

"Good," Italy sighed happily.

"ITALY!" A loud voice boomed. Germany, I thought immediately. No one was louder than him, not even Alfred, and he didn't know when to shut up. 

"Yes, Germany!" Italy called back.

"It's time to begin training, so get down here or you won't make pasta for a week." Before I could ask to join them, Italy was gone. I looked down at myself, still realizing I was wearing my PJ's which was kind of embarrassing.

  "I should probably change," I said to myself. I shuffled through the closest and drawers looking for something to wear, but there was only male clothing.  After sometime I found a small black shirt and a khaki skirt. After throwing that on, I went to look for shoes, but I only found black combat boots. Oh well, I thought as I slid them on. I opened the door to my room and ran out into the hallway.

When I reached down stairs and found where they were having there training. I listened close.

"COUNT OFF!" Germany boomed. Dag he sounds like he's running a full blown army, I thought.

"Uno!"

"Ni,"

"Three!" All eyes turned to me, who had snuck up and joined the group.

"Vhat are you doing here?" Germany asked frustrated. What did I do, I asked myself.

"Well you did save my life back there," I began shyly looking down at my feet. "The least I could do is give you military support."

"Zhe military is no place for a woman." Germany said sternly.

"I think I can handle it." I said my voice unconvincingly small.

"Vell, alright." He was about to continue with training when he seemed to notice something weird. He used his thumb and pointer finger to softly pull my face up so I was looking at him. His touch was so warm, even if it was only there for a second I could feel my heart beat quicken and the blood rushing to my face. What is wrong with me? I thought as I stared into his blue eyes. What am I thinking! Me and him are suppose to not even be friends! But still his touch was, soothing........in the weird way people touching my face was soothing......NOTHING MORE! [Whatever you say, fangirl].

Finally, I mean finally, Germany spoke.

"Since you are in my military, you vill abide by my rules."He began in his 'I'm-in-charge' voice, but then it softed. "Learn to look at me vhen I am speaking to you." He let go of my chin, softly, and I almost missed the feeling of his touch. I felt the strength in his fingers linger on my chin and I let my face drop down to look down at the earth, trying my best to hide the ever so present blush on my cheeks.