-This was an art trade with a friend of mine, who is also a personal friend. She drew a picture of Russia and my OC, and it’s a very cute picture I will admit. :3 In exchange, she wanted a Germany X Reader where Germany and the reader get into a tickle fight. Being the fluff master I am *sarcasm* I was up to the challenge. And so, this is the result ^^ I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
"Are you ticklish?"
You looked over to the blonde man beside you from your position on his leather couch, your eyebrows rising in confusion. His bright cerulean eyes gazed into yours with a slight glimmer of some unknown emotion. It was slightly unnerving when his lips began to curl into a smirk.
"No," you replied with a concrete tone, folding your arms over your chest. Looking straight ahead, you missed Ludwig's sinister smirk. He could see right through your blatant lie; by now a boyfriend like himself should know when you're lying or teasing. He already knew so much about from your time together; though he still didn't know if you were ticklish or not. Such information could be of great asset to the German.
"I think you're lying," he leaned in closer to you, a sort of playful tone to his voice - or at least as playful as Ludwig's voice gets. You shifted away from him, looking back to him. Your eyes widened at his devious smirk on his lips; he was planning something for certain.
"No, I'm really not. I promise," you continued as you began shifting away from him, bringing yourself closer to the arm of the couch. He noticed this and decided to take immediate action; he pounced.
Out of reaction, you jerked to the side, bringing him with you as you tumbled to the floor in a mess of intertwined limbs and cries of distress. Ludwig fell atop your body as you fell onto your stomach; he pinned you down with his hips to free his hands. After all, he hands would be busy with otheractions.
“Ludwig! Get off of me!” you cried, attempting to crawl out from underneath the bulky German; however, it seemed that his crushing weight was preventing you from even moving an inch from your spot.
“Nein. I need to prove that you really are ticklish,” he chuckled from above you. Suddenly, his fingers were on your sides, frantically flying back and forth into your skin. Your sides flinched and reacted to his touches, causing you to start writhing beneath him as he continued his assault. He wasn’t tickling you very lightly, no, it was actually very rough tickling.
Giggles and laughter began to flood the room as you kicked your legs, twisting underneath your strong lover. Your hands reached back, grabbing onto his wrists as you tried to halt his actions; your hands on his wrists were making no difference to him. He simply continued his tickle attack on you. Your grip was beginning to grow weak as he tickled you, tears of strain pricking your eyes.
“O-okay!” you cried out, admitting defeat. However, he didn’t stop. In fact, he released your sides in favor of your feet, reaching behind himself to grabbing onto your left foot. “No!” you cried with laughter as he began to tickle you once again, causing you to cry out louder. His onslaught on your feet was much worse than when he attacked your sides, his own laughter joining yours.
In a swift movement, you finally managed to flip yourself over, throwing Ludwig off your body and onto the floor. You immediately jumped into his form, placing your knees on his chest as you began to attack his sides like he had done to you. He began to laugh boisterously, his laughter thick and heavy. Your fingers moved against his flexing sides aggressively, enticing more laughter from the man. You had finally got him cornered and had him tasting his own medicine.
Until he flipped you back over onto your stomach, going once again for your sides. You kicked your feet, beating your fists effortlessly against his chest as he resumed his assault.
“Quit! I give up!” you continued to cry; however, he just continued to tickle you to the point of begging. Tears leaked from your eyes as you beat your fists against the floor beneath you, trying to kick the man off of you once again; however, it was futile.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later when he finally seized his tickling attack. Your sides burned like fire, the muscles straining to relax from their vigorous exercise. Your lungs were aching from laughing so hard, and your eyes burned from the forced tears. With a tired chuckle, you looked back at the man lying next to you on the carpet floor, both panting with grins.
“I won,” Ludwig smirked. You simply chuckled, giving him a smirk of your own.
“Maybe you won the battle, but we’ll see who really wins this war.”
“I look forward to it.”