Ludwig was ecstatic to go to America. He learned the language at a young age and wondered what the land was like. Sometimes he wished he didn't take the exchange program he had oh-so eagerly joined. He also didn't regret joining the exchange program. He had new friends. New experiences. And maybe even a lover?!

Ok, so this story was on another Wattpad account of mine called "shitsabouttogetreal", but I lost the password to it and I can't get it back sooooo I'm sucking up my pride and I'm posting this fanfic on my main account. The year is 1949. After WW2, Germany was never the same. All of the other nations were cruel to him and didn't take him seriously anymore. It's gotten so bad to the point where Germany's mental state is at borderline depression, and it doesn't help that his brother is no longer there to help him. But could all of that change when he starts getting close to a certain American, his last and only friend?