a/n: Well this is going to be a tough one…I seriously don't know what to do for this one so I'm going to wing it. Hope you make sense of this. Thanks for XxTimeOfDeathxX, Vic-Mongona-is-awesome, and djsrocks for all requesting…
*drumroll*
Germany!
Oh all of the things I can do to this one…heh…heh…Well wish me luck. He's gonna be majorly a bit ooc. Just saying.
Germany
You anxiously sip your burning hot tea ignoring the scalding sensation that was claiming your delicate, now purple lips. Small snowflakes fall into a flurry of miniscule icicles outside the square wooden window to your left. The cold breath of winter seeped into your thick layers of clothing, but that didn't matter to you. You trained your eyes on the closed wooden door standing in front of the worn out couch that you nervously sat on.
You were waiting, waiting for something important. You were waiting for the fated knock concerning the wellbeing of your dear husband, Ludwig.
Ludwig
The mere sound of his name brings a slow waterfall of tears to your face. Just hearing that name brings back harsh memories. Memories of the day they took him away from you.
~le flashback~
It was the same winter day, two years ago, in your simple German-styled home. You were in the kitchen busy making a hot meal for the two of you while humming a song that your friend Feliciano had taught you. You thought it was such a strange song, with it being about circles and the earth and all, but you still liked it nonetheless.
As you were stirring the pot, large muscular arms encircled your waist. Chuckling, you turn slightly to see the smiling face of your husband. You inhaled the deep sent of his cologne and went back to your cooking, not minding the fact that his face was perched up on your shoulder.
"It's smells good" he commented casually. You chuckled again.
"Thank you, dear. I made your favorite tonight."
You heard him sigh contently. Reluctantly, he let go of his loving wife's waist and went off to set the table. You felt yourself give a sigh of contentment of your own.
Life was perfect. You had a loyal husband that you love very dearly. You have a beautiful home to call yours. And you had wonderful friends. Everything was perfect and nothing could ruin it.
Well, nothing except for the war.
As you thought about the still ongoing war, a knock came from your front door. You didn't know what it was then, but you felt a pang of a deep dread in your chest. Ludwig got the door as you stood in the doorway of the kitchen. He opened it up to reveal four large men dressed in military uniform. You felt your heart drop along with the food you had let go. Tears found its way around your eyes and fell like a roaring waterfall as you shook your head from side to side in disbelief.
He was being drafted.
~flashback le end~
So here you were now, two years after that day sitting anxiously for any news about your husband. Somehow through all your worrying, you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You didn't know what time it was when you finally woke up, but when you did, you had a gut wrenching feeling that you weren't alone.
You were right.
As you rose from your chair, you followed the delicious smell emanating from your kitchen with a frying pan in hand. Elizabeta had taught you how to wield one in Ludwig's absence, which paid off today at this moment.
As you slowly approached the doorway to your kitchen, you swung your frying pan up to hit the tall, blond, German man…
Wait, hold up. Tall? Blond? German?
You couldn't believe this. You really couldn't believe this. With a shaky voice, you tried your best to not let the tears be heard in your voice.
"L-ludwig?"
As you saw him turn around, you couldn't contain the tears any longer as they slid down your small face in buckets.
"[Name]…I missed you so much." He spoke softly. Oh God, you had missed his voice so much. You missed how much your name rolled around his tongue accompanied by that accent of his.
"I *hic* I missed *hic* you too *hic* Ludwig." You couldn't help your sobbing. You just loved him so much that you couldn't take being away from him.
He tilted you face up so that you stared straight at his nice blue eyes. He leaned down and claimed your lips in a sweet reunion kiss.
You both just stood there for a while longer in a comfortable silence.
"Welcome home dear"
a/n: Damn it! Why can I not write a tragedy! I started this story fully intending Ludwig to go missing and have Gilbert come and tell you the good news but once I started, all that went into the toilet! Oh well, sorry for not uploading fast, I've been very busy. And the next 35 days, I will be even busier with MPA for both chorus and band and FCAT for reading, math, and science. God how I hate school. Anyway, hope you like this. And guys, you can still request but please take note that I won't get to post it very quick. Please understand. Also, things concerning your requests, to make my plot thinking easier for me, can you guys at least write a basic theme? Anything really, be it…um…from something about maple syrup to something about Barney! I don't know. You can also write what kind of personalities you want the Hetalia gang to have. For example, dark!Canada or pirate!England. I'll leave it up to you. So anyway, until next time, Peace!
