Memories (A Germany Fanfiction)

"I want you to meet my best friend, Zinerva. Isn't she bello?"

She lifts a small dainty hand to brush away some spirals of hair out of her face. She timidly sticks put her hand and looks down. Ludwig could see Zinerva blushing wildly. He feels himself heat up as he grabs her hand.

"Zinerva, this is Ludwig. He's a country just like me! He's the country of Germany. Hes really really nice. I'll take this and leave you two alone. Now Imma go make some pasta!"