*Author's note: Hello, this is my first fan fiction, I hope you like it :) Contains Germany x Reader with other characters here and there. I wanted to give the readers more of a background going into the rest of the story. This story is for mature readers, if you don't like graphic content (in later chapters) don't read it. I hope everyone who does read it enjoys it.

You had always been serious when it came to school, you knew from a young age you want to be a/an (career choice). Not really taking any interest in going out to parties or having a boyfriend. You liked guys and sure if you weren't so busy with making sure your life went as planned there were a number of guys just waiting for the chance. Shortly after graduating high school your parents went on one of their "get away" trips. You never minded being left at home since you had no desire to see your parents make out 24/7. You were lucky enough to have parents that trusted you to not burn the house down or throw wild parties while they were gone. Most of the time they were gone you were busy planning for college and preparing yourself if you moved away from home. Your family was very close and you had no secrets from each other, you knew that your mother was an adopted child and that your dad was raised by his father since his mother had died in child birth. It was odd not having any uncles, aunts, or cousins, but it made the bond you had with your parents even stronger. It was the last day of your parents vacation and they had called you letting you know they were on the flight home and you couldn't wait to tell them about all of the great schools you had found.
You were woken at 3:15 am on June 14th, Sunday morning by the phone ringing. Wondering who would be calling this early you hurried to the phone and answered it. In that instant your whole world as you knew it fell apart, you barely heard anything after the person on the other end of the line informed you that the plane your parents were on crashed and that there had been no survivors. You sat in stunned silence after dropping the phone on the floor in disbelief; there was no way you could go back to sleep after that so you absentmindedly paced around the house from room to room. Over the next few weeks you were dealing with your parents affairs and going over all the paper work with funeral directors, lawyers, accountants, and so on. Being the only one to deal with all of this you have had no real time to grieve and nothing seemed real. It finally came crashing home after the visitation and the funeral director helping you carry the two empty urns, engraved with your parents names, to your car. They never found any remains of your parents or of anyone who had died in the plane crash. You sat in the parking lot for what seemed like forever just letting the tears flow. People say there are five stages of grief and you were experiencing them all at once. You were angry about their death because it threw off your plans on going to college and that they left you all alone. You found yourself begging for all of this not to be true and you would do anything just to have your parents back. You fell into a deep depression, not caring about anything, not wanting to see anyone, and not wanting to leave the house. One morning you woke up and you felt different, not really acceptance, but it was as close as you could get.
Looking around the house you knew what had to be done, slowly you started going through things and making piles for what to sell and what to keep. Going through your childhood home and putting things in boxes was extremely hard and brought up so many great memories. You only kept some of your mother's best jewelry and your dad's favorite watch, which was also always your favorite. Instead of just donating everything to a Goodwill or church you held a huge house sale. You weren't really in need of money, so most things weren't that expensive. Everything that was left over was then donated to the Goodwill or the church. Packing up what little possessions you cared to take with you, you took one last look at your childhood home before walking out and locking the door.
It was time to get your life back in some sort of order and you had your eyes set on moving to (name of city/town) where (college of your choice) was located. The only positive outcome of your parents passing was that you didn't have to worry about money or where you were going to sleep that night. Once you got to (city/town) you checked into a hotel for a few days to do apartment hunting and applying to the college. Knowing that you most certainly didn't want to live on campus and deal with drunk frat parties every weekend you looked for things off campus, but still close. On the second day of searching you found the perfect apartment, it was not far from school and it was the perfect size for one person. Luck had found you again, the only apartment left was at the very end of the hall on the second floor, so you only had to deal with one neighbor. You soon learned that you weren't as lucky as you thought when you learned that your neighbor turned out to be a 75 year old lady with a bad problem of nosing in your business. Weeks later you got your acceptance letter from the college and you couldn't wait to start classes that fall.
It was a long way to fall and you found a way to keep busy by getting a part time job and the library down the street. It was perfect because it was on campus, it was open late for students, and you could work there after your classes. Having a job at the library was the best, you loved to read and being surrounded by so many made you happy to be at work every day. Coming home every day though to an empty apartment was getting kinda depressing and you found out that your apartment did allow small animals, like cats. You are more of a dog person, but you have nothing against getting a cat for now. The next morning you purchased a paper and started looking through it to see if there were any kittens you could buy. There was one in particular that caught your attention, someone named Heracles Karpusi had an add for kittens, and you felt that you had to get one from him. You double checked the address, wrote it down, grabbed your purse and headed out. Taking a cab to the address you realized it wasn't that far away from where you lived, you thanked the cab driver and gave him a nice tip. After what seemed like forever after knocking on the door a tired looking man answered. He had brown hair, green eyes, and wore a white t-shirt with brown pants. He also had two cats with him, one on his head and one hanging from his shoulders. He showed you in where the kittens were playing in the living room with a ball of string. One of the smaller ones ran over to you and started batting around your shoe laces and you felt a connection right away. Picking the kitten up you said, "I want this one!" To your surprise the man let you have the kitten for free sensing that you were an animal lover like himself and would take good care of it.
Next step was to get things that were needed to take care of said pet, food and water dishes, liter box, toys, and all the other little cute things I could think of to keep (him/her) happy while at home alone. Upon purchasing said items I introduced (cat's name) to (his/her) new home, the kitten searched every nook and cranny fully exploring his new environment. I found myself giggling at (him/her) a few times as (cat's name) got stuck under or behind things. The time quickly passed and before I knew it it was the week before school was supposed to begin.

*Having gone through some hard ships you have finally made it back to where you should have been a couple years ago. You are now 20 years old and looking forward to the next two years of college*