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...Ludwig.
The tall German man, who seemed to tower over you, and make you small, simply stared down at you. You knew he had a hard time talking to females; you'd known since sixth grade. But you'd never had much trouble speaking to him. He seemed to have trouble trying to figure out what to say.
When he finally spoke, respectfully looked at him, although you didn't want to. "Why did you get so upset?" he asked, although his voice had a slight edge to it. "I'm not upset..." you tried your hardest to lie, but that was not very possible at this point. You felt somewhat broken inside; like the last blow to your heart broke you as if you were glass.
The German slammed a hand against the wall. "Don't lie!" he ordered, his soldier-like attitude returning. You flinched, and shielded yourself, thinking he was going to hit you.
"I will not tolerate lies. I need you to tell me what the hell made you so upset. now."
See, Germany didn't understand you well. You were good friends, no doubt...but he never fully understood your emotions or reactions. You were a mysterious person; you rarely spoke of your emotions. It's almost like the subject of your emotions and thoughts were something that was never to be discussed. They never were discussed out loud.
They were voiceless beauties, pieces of a bigger masterpiece that still had yet to unfold itself, falling upon the ears of the dead, whom could never tell the story themselves.
You looked away. "I have no idea what you're talking about," you tried to lie to get out of it. "Don't try that, (Y/N). There's no denying what just happened. Are you going to tell me willingly, or do I have to force it out of you?"
You were scared of the thought. You found the tone of his voice almost mocking; something so ignorant, almost like he was meeting you again, like he was trying to interrogate you about some sort of murder, like he didn't know who you were anymore.
But yet, something underlying that tone of voice endeared you to him; something that began to bind you to him from the slight sense of coercion and dynamic in his voice, a mere puzzle piece of his entire being.
"Well?" Ludwig growled. You began to inch away from him in fear, as, there was a frightening expression on his face. His eyes went sort of dark, and his mouth was fixed into a deep frown. He looked as if he wanted to kill a bitch at that very moment.
He noticed you trying to escape, and grabbed you, pinning you to place. You yelped as his large hands, hands which seemed to touch the very flames of hell that were so feared to the core by more people than could be counted, clamped around your wrists, and kept you in one place.
You were trapped.
"L-Ludwig, please, let me go-!"
"Silence!" the scary look was back.
You stayed silent. "(Y/N), I need you to tell me. You hardly talk in the first place. We're in our freshman year, and I've known you since sixth grade, yet I still don't know much about you," His grip on you seemed to tighten, "It's time to let it go, (Y/N). Let go of your insecurities- do whatever you need! Just tell me..."
You shifted your gaze to your feet, too afraid to keep looking at him. "...Could we possibly not talk about this here? Please,b-bitte?" you requested quietly, afraid that your voice would crack. "What was that?"
You flinched. "I-I said...C-Can we please not talk about this here?" you repeated, still not looking at him.
"Frau, you're not looking at me," he sneaked his fingers under your chin. "It's polite to look me in the eyes," he lifted your head. "I-I...I was hoping we talk about this somewhere else," you repeated once more for only him to hear. You suddenly felt defiant, and a determined look slowly crawled to your face. "I don't care when; but I'm not talking about this here,"
