My roommate is a cleaner when she's angry:
When Ludwig opened the door to his cozy home on the corner lot, he was hit with an overwhelming scent of furniture polish, laundry detergent and bleach. The little table that sat in the foyer, which held the bowl for their keys (his idea of course), was glistening and smelled of fresh lemon and wood cleaner. She polished it? The mirror that hung above it was also pristine.
He ventured a little further in, sitting his workbag next to the little table. A faint blush passed under his cheek at the sight of laundry (his and hers) folded in four neat stacks on the sofa and coffee table. They would have to discuss that.
Ludwig followed the smell of bleach towards the kitchen where the woman responsible was hunched over a mop, scrubbing vigorous at an invisible dirt stain on the floor. The countertops were spotless; stainless steel appliances twinkled and reflected the entire kitchen back to him.
An'na hadn't noticed him. She had on one of her oversized sweatshirts; some shorts, and alas, still barefoot, mumbling to herself. "Stupid idiot. I hope you choke on a grape…"
He opened his mouth to speak, but decided to let her vent alone. Comfort and sympathy wasn't his strongest attributes. And besides, it was nice that some else was doing the cleaning for a change, with exception to his laundry, of course.
A/N: I'd like to give a special thank you to the top four countries and it's citizens who read this story! Since this is Hetalia, I feel these countries deserve some recognition. So, from most visits to least: United States, Canada, United Kingdom and Germany (really Germany this story is about you, you should be first!) And, I'd like to extend a special thanks to the country of Brunei Darussalam. I don't know where this country is and had little knowledge that it existed prior to today. However, one citizen has faithfully read every chapter and that makes me feel loved!
-CeCe ~.^