My Dearest Angel - Ludwig x Reader

Part 1

Ludwig's POV

I sat at the bar, the same spot to drink the same sweet poison to cover that verdammt guilt. I looked at my hands while my mug was re-filled to the brim. I can almost see the blood covering them... so much blood...

I can still hear the screams of the innocents. The worst part was when they suddenly cut off, the speaker dead.

I hated that crazed idiot, but I had to follow orders.
I always will be a military dog, won't I? I chuckled softly at that, my last bits of sanity slipping. I still held on. I didn't know why. Was it the hope that I could one day make up for what my country did?

At least I hadn't tried drugs to forget, mein armer älterer Bruder... he was still recovering from that addiction. The last time I saw him, he was a mess.

I took a long drink from the mug, filled with the only thing that seemed to keep me going.
That sweet amber liquid. Really, any kind of alcohol. I wasn't picky.

I paid my tab once I couldn't walk a straight line if my life depended on it. I didn't feel like dealing with the night terrors. I checked my wrist watch. Work would start in 3 hours... Might as well find a hooker... I could still hear the cries of the innocent women and children as they were slaughtered...I walked off twords the usual street and sighed.

"Ich bin wirklich erbärmlich ... "

I arrived at the world office late, my hair messed up and my breath smelling like the Oktoberfest was recently hosted in my mouth. My head pulsed to a sharp, painful beat as I tried to fix my appearance.

As I straightened my tie, I noticed a frau at the front desk. They finally hired a secretary,huh? She lifted her head and smiled, her (e/c) eyes meeting mine.
That is when it started .

When she found her way into my mind and wouldn't get out.

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Reader POV

I saw a tall blonde man walk in , his hair out of place, tie loose and...was that a hickey?
Must have been a rough night, I'll get him some coffee.

I looked up at him with a smile. "Good morning. I'm _ _ , the new secretary." I smiled, hoping he would do the same. However, he flinched as if in pain.

I gasped then whispered "I'm sorry, does your head hurt?" . The country nodded, cradling his head with one hand. "Ich bin Ludwig Beilschmidt, die Personifikation der Westen Deutschland" his head hurt so much that he slipped into his native tongue, he couldn't acquire the strength to concentrate.

I looked at him confused. I really couldn't understand a whole lot of it."Sorry. I am Ludwig Beilschmidt, the personification of West Germany".

I nodded. "Don't worry about it , Mr. Beilshmit! I will bring some coffee to your office, you look as though you had a rough night..." He nodded.

"Danke, und feel free to call me Ludwig."

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Ludwig's POV

I walked into my office and sat behind my desk. I leaned back and began to massage my fore head, not noticing the small figure sneaking in with a cup of coffee.

_ set it down gently and her hands were over mine. Her small voice whispered,
"Here!Let me help.." I rested my hands on the arms of my chair as she helped to alleviate my hangover-caused pain.

After a few minutes, she removed her hands and walked to the front of my desk. "Better?"

I gave her a weak smile. How could someone this sweet frau show kindness to a grausam person like him? Had the other countries not told her, warned her? He was forced to lead his people into pointless battle.

"Ja, danke miss _ "

_ smiled back, as if my happiness was her own. "If you need anything, let me know!" she turned and walked out of his office,l leaving him dumbstruck.

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I continued to stare down at the stack of paperwork in front of me, not offering it one bit of attention, my mind focused on one being.

_ _ . She ruled his thoughts with an iron fist.

I about praised the heavens above when the work day came to a close... I needed a beer... or zwei...or fünf. I just need to get the screams out of my head.