Germany X Reader -Awesome Matchmaker (Or Not)

Notes:
-Just a little “Thank You” for Kay-Love-Pain17 for a commission she completed for me ^^ Because we all know how much I love to give “thank you”s xD She wanted an innocent yet sexy Germany with a trolling Prussia. ^^ So, here’s what happened xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
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You looked across the couch to look at the flustered, sighing blonde before you. He had asked if you would like to visit him during the warm spring day, and you quickly accepted. Only, you weren’t expecting his brother to also join the party. Neither was Ludwig.

When you first arrived, everything was quiet and peaceful, save for the television playing some unwatched program in front of an empty audience. You both sat onto the stuffed leather, gazing up towards the television. Ludwig left for a brief moment to retrieve two sweating cans of Mountain Dew. He sure liked his caffeine. After he sat down, he handed you the freezing soda, and set his on the coffee table in front of the dark colored couch.

“So, what do you want to watch?” he asked casually, his voice seeming to be content with your company. If it was his choice, he would simply sit on the couch and let himself take in the moment. However, he had to take some form of action before the situation became awkward, which he was infamous for. Just as you were about to answer him and end the silence and discomfort, something terrible happened.

“Hey! What are you two lovebirds doing on the couch all by yourselves, eh? Getting ready to ‘watch a movie’? Smooth move there bruder! I didn’t know you had those kinds of moves in ya!” Prussia happened.

With a teeth-gritting sigh, the blonde beside you pinched the bridge of his nose to the point the skin turned pale, his cheeks a deep crimson. “Actually, bruder,” her hissed, “we were going to casually watch whatever movie _____ wanted, and then figure out something to do later.” Germany let his shoulders slump lightly as he exhaled, attempting to relax himself. You simply sat back, a grin of amusement on your lips.

“Oh~ So you’re saving the best show for last, I see. Save me a spot!” Prussia laughed maniacally, turning on his heel and bolting back towards his bedroom, barely escaping the bone-crushing swing from Ludwig.

You quickly sprung to your feet, grabbing onto Ludwig’s shoulder. “Ludwig, we don’t have to worry about him. Let’s just watch our movie, and then we can make a cake or something,” you smiled. Instantly, Ludwig seemed to melt at your touch, sinking back into his seat with a sigh. His cheeks dusted pink, you figured from embarrassment, and his eyes looked out towards the television.

“So…what movie did you decide on?”


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“That was actually a really good movie, _____,” Ludwig gave you a soft smile. You returned the smile sweetly, standing up to stretch your legs from sitting. You casually stalked into the kitchen, swinging one leg in front of the other nonchalantly. As you stepped into the neat kitchen, you couldn’t help but get a craving for something cold and sweet.

“Hey, Ludwig, have any ice cream?” you asked, moving towards the fridge. Upon opening the lower door, you bent over to inspect the innards of the cooling machine.

When Ludwig stepped foot on the linoleum of his kitchen, his eyes widened as they soaked up the image before him. As you bent over, giving him a nice view, he suddenly felt hot under his collar. “U-um, ja. Left side on the bottom.” Bottom. Stop it, Ludwig! You’re no better than your own brother.

“Verdammt. You could bounce a whole wheelbarrow of deutsche marks off that arsch.” *1 Speaking of the devil himself.  Ludwig gave a silent glare, followed by a strong elbow landing directly in the arrogant man’s side. Prussia gave a high pitched sound, barely audible, and gripped his side in pain. Ludwig gave him a warning glance, and saw Prussia retreat back to the living room in defeat and pain.

Ludwig walked over to some cupboards, pulling out two identical ivory bowls with small dogs decorating the sides. He placed them on the counter as you pulled out the small carton of chocolate ice cream. He then grabbed an ice cream scoop from a small drawer of silverware, bringing it with him as he strolled across the floor to where you stood, yanking the lid off the ice cream.

“Oh! Can you grab the chocolate syrup and whip cream as well, _____? I feel like making this less boring.”

“Oh~ That’s kinky~”

“Sich verpissen, Gilbert!” *2

“When you’re done, Luddy~ The awesome me wants to see what kind of a mess you make with _____. Hey! It’s like that part of that song! The Bad Touch, righ-“

“I’m giving you drei seconds to zip your lips before I rip them off and feed them to Gilbird,” Ludwig growled dangerously, frightening you a little.

An over exaggerated gasp echoed from the living room, followed by footsteps and “You monster!”

You shook your head with a small chuckle, grabbing the condiments that Ludwig requested. There was never a dull day in this household. You looked up to see Ludwig looking down at his shoes as he marched towards you, his entire face darker than any crimson you had ever seen; he was just too adorable.

~

Your brain surged, your hands twitched in the unbearable, uncomfortable pain. Why had you done it? Why didn’t you listen to a single word your conscious screamed at you? Why did you have to eat your ice cream so fast?

“Oww,” you moaned lightly from the pain, rocking back and forth in your chair. What kind of wicked monster created the brain-freeze? Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, Prussia decided to show his happy-go-lucky self. When he saw your predicament, snickers of amusement vibrated his lips.

“Hey, _____.”

“What?”

“I heard that brain freezes happen when the roof of your mouth is cold.”

“And?”

“Maybe if you put something warm in your mouth, it’ll go away. I’m sure Ludwig can help you with that one~”

“GILBERT!”

“What?! How many times do I have to play matchmaker before you two release the tension already?!”