The Beautiful World (Hetalia Oneshots)

Angel/Germany

Song:Angel
Theory of Deadman

Character:Ludwig Beilschmidt/
Germany

Warning: None

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I'm in love with an angel, heaven forbid

Made me a believer with the touch of her skin

I'd go to hell and back with you

Stay lost in what we found.

Worlds apart we were the same

Until we hit the ground

Germany

I pushed (h/c) strands of hair away from my lover's face as she slept peacefully at my side. As my finger brushed her soft skin I couldn't help but smile at the warmth.

(Y/n) was an angel. She walked into my life and changed me. I used to be so cold hearted. So numb. But somehow she changed me. I remember how we met like it was yesterday.

**

"Brother?" I said licking away the beer on my lips, "do you ever wonder what it would be like to have a frau in the house?"

My drunk thoughts had went everywhere, but seemed to come back to what it would be like to have a lover. I had been depressed with seeing all of my friends with there partners. They made it look so easy. But when I tried to flirt, or pick up a women they would be scared.

"Who needs a woman?" Gilbert said taking a long drink of his beer as the bartender refilled his glass, "no one wants a frau to jell at them, and bitch all the time"

I nodded, "maybe" then began to drink my beer again.

"And besides," Gilbert added, "you have me, THE AWESOME PRUSSIA!!!" he screamed the last part making eyes turn toward us. I shook my head laying it on my folded arms.

There was a crash and yelling as a bar fight broke out a feet yards from Gilbert and I.

Two well built men began fighting, and the bystanders enjoyed the show. Gilbert laughed at them throwing his cup of beer at the men, "jou two fight like fraus! "

The men started at Gilbert, and he gladly joined in. I tried to pry the three apart, as the rest of the bar, even the bartenders laughing at us.

A gun shot rang through the air and everyone froze. We all turned to a girl with (h/c) hair and sharp (e/c) eyes holding a pistol pointed at the ceiling.

She looked attractive in her cut off shorts and (f/c) tank top under a (s/f/c) flannel.

"Alright," she said in a demanding tone that leaked with authority, "Break it up. This is no place for a brawl."

The crowd went back to their original tasks and the the two men I had been pulling off of Gilbert left their separate ways. Gilbert himself had a broken nose and a black eye.

I hoisted him up, "I hope you learned your lesson, dumbass."

He just laughed, "nien"