Germany X Reader (Seven Minutes in Hetalia Heaven)

Seven Minutes in Hetalia Heaven: Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt) X You (Reader).

“[Name] hasn’t gone yet!” America shouted, brandishing the hat in your direction.

You frowned slightly, looking nervously around at the other countries. “Um…okay, yeah, sure.” Hesitantly, you closed your eyes and reached into the hat.

Your fingers brushed against something smooth and cool. You bit your lip and picked it up, a quiet jingle of metal on metal reaching your ears. Opening your eyes, you realized it was an oddly familiar metal cross necklace. You held it up for all to see. “Who’s necklace is this?” You asked awkwardly.

Germany slowly stood and made his way over to you, taking it from you. “Mine. It’s an Iron Cross.”

You slightly twitched at his touch, then turned and walked into the closet, Germany close on your heels. America closed the door behind you with a call of, “Seven minutes, dudes.”

You stared at the floor, fidgeting and waiting for Ludwig to say something. “So.” He finally stated, voice calm and perfectly normal.

“Yep.” You replied, meeting his gaze on accident.

“Well…what are we going to do for seven minutes?” He asked nonchalantly, not understanding the implications of the statement.

Blushing heavily, you fought against yourself, debating whether or not to tell him of your secret affections. “Uh…talk, I guess…”

“Ja, sure.” Cautiously, he sat down, spreading his legs out to touch the opposite wall of the closet.

You sat beside him awkwardly, just a bit closer to him than it was orthodox. Germany turned and fixed you with his piercing azure gaze. “What would you like to talk about?” He inquired simply, checking his watch.

You had five minutes left. “Well…what do you think about…I don’t know…France?” You stammered out.

Immediately, you wanted to face-palm into a brick wall. Germany’s eyes filled with confusion, and he answered reluctantly, “He is…rather perverted…however, he is not a rapist. He’s merely affectionate.” You nodded dumbly, engrossed in watching him. “And you?” He prompted.

“I think he’s in love with England.” You said matter-of-factly.

Germany raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Y-Yeah. He’s like…always being a creeper around England. That’s his way of showing affection, I guess.” You answered, slowly becoming more confident.

“I see. Like your way of showing affection is being shy.” Germany replied calmly, watching for your reaction.

You stared at him in shock, eyes widening into saucers. “What?”

“Italy noticed it first. When he told me, I didn’t believe him, but then I realized it was true after all.” Germany explained, blue eyes shimmering with amusement.

Mouth dry, you swallowed and nodded slowly. “Y-Yes, and?”

“You like me.” Germany stated bluntly.

You bit your lip, awkwardly rubbing your hands together. “Yes.” You whispered hesitantly.

Germany’s hand gently cupped your face, and he leaned in closer. “I like you too, [Name].” He murmured, finally closing the distance between you two.

Your eyes snapped open in delighted shock as he leaned in and kissed you, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. After a few seconds, your eyes fluttered closed and you melted into the kiss, beginning to kiss back with pleasure.

Germany got braver, using his other hand to press against the small of your back and pull you closer to him. Eagerly, you threaded your fingers through his hair, moaning softly into the kiss. You parted for air briefly, than went back at it hotter and fiercer than before.

The other nation seemingly approved of the soft noise you’d made, for he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you onto his lap. You squeaked in surprise, then responded by winding your legs around his waist.

A lustful, predatory gleam in his eyes, Ludwig pinned you to the floor and continued to ravage your mouth, his heated flesh against yours. Fumbling, you grabbed the edge of his black tank top and pulled, struggling to find skin.

Ludwig complied and sat up, throwing his shirt off before moving to kiss you again. You smiled against his lips and began to grind up into him. Growling softly into your neck, Germany ran a hand up your body and began to feel you up, enjoying your close proximity to him.

You moaned teasingly, rolling your hips against him. Then, the heated moment was broken as light flooded the closet. “Time’s up, du-HOLY SHIT!” America bellowed, eyes wide with shock.

He stumbled backwards quickly, blushing. “Oh, GROSS! Get out of there!”

You, giggling, fell backwards off of Germany as the blonde sat up, full speed, blushing. He coughed into his fist and grabbed his shirt, quickly putting it back on. You took the offered hand as he extended it to you. The both of you stood and moved past America, out of the closet.

“See, Germany? I told you [Name] liked you!” Italy called, grinning as per usual.

You chuckled, snuggling into Germany’s shoulder as you took your seats by the other two Axis Powers. Germany wrapped an arm around you, and you both spent the rest of the night snuggling and being, well, cute.