Here you go~ next chapter is done ^^ again, sorry for the delay but hopefully this makes up for it!

~Your P.O.V.~

BURNING! Your eyes were burning! You quickly sat up and opened your eyes. Looking back to where your head was laying, you figured out why. A streak of sunlight came from your partially closed blinds and landed itself on your pillow. Sighing, you got up and opened the blinds; today you had many things to accomplish.

You got sat down and ate your never ending supply of pears.

"I really need to grocery shopping, after all I do have appliances." You thought.

You looked at the clock and it told you that it was 7:45 am. Groggily you headed for your bag to get an outfit for the day. Settling on a mint colored sundress, you slipped it over your head. It fell over your (s/c) legs ending at your lower knee. You spun around, loving the way the puffy skirt flew around you. Next, you combed your hair and brushed your teeth. Finally, you put on your favorite lavender perfume and headed downstairs to wait for Ludwig.

Walking outside, you chipped a piece of paint off so you knew what color you would need to get. Afterwards, you decided to just sit outside and enjoy the cool morning. Dew was fresh on the grass and everything was pleasantly silent. A train whistle blew in the distance.

After a few minutes of waiting Ludwig pulled into your driveway at exactly 8:30.

"I can't tell if that's creepy, good, or if he's just a punctual person." You thought. Deciding he was punctual, you ran down your driveway so you didn't keep him waiting.

"Guten morgen, Fraulein." He said as you entered the car.

"I'm guessing that's good morning?"

"Indeed."

"Well, then good morning to you, too." You said, smiling.

He took off from the driveway and down the street. You passed the usual stands and saw none other than Suzanne sitting at her stand, talking to a customer. She looked up briefly and saw you pass. You waved at her, and she smiled and waved back.

"I have so much to tell her." You thought, laughing internally. So much had happened in just two days.

After a short drive, you arrived at the small paint shop. It was painted an arrangement of colors, all blended together perfectly to create a rainbow over the building.

Germany found a place to park and the two of you walked into the store, which was just being opened.

The acrylic smell of paint wafted through your nose as soon as you entered. Rows of paint, wallpaper, and products lined the shelves. It was very cramped; you struggled to maneuver throughout the store to find someone who worked there. By the looks, the blue eyed German was also having difficulty moving, as he was bigger than you.

Finally reaching the brightly painted counter, you sat and waited for help. Ludwig also made it and stood next to you silently. He was looking around the literally colorful store. Your eyes traveled everywhere; the walls were painted the same as outside. The floors were polished wood and it echoed when anyone took a step. Something nudged your side and you turned to look. Germany was looking at you expectantly when someone repeated, "Miss?"

Snapping out of your trance you looked at who was calling you. A woman behind the desk was looking at you.

"Oh, sorry, it's just so colorful." You apologized, mesmerized.

She laughed, "We get that reaction a lot. What do you need today?"

You dug in your purse and found the paint "sample" and handed it over to the lady.

"Ah yes, I'm repainting my house and needed this color."

"Right this way." She said, guiding you down the aisles knowingly.

"Here you two are." She said, gesturing to the paint buckets.

"How many do you think I will need to cover a small apartment?" you questioned.

She pondered a moment before answering. "Well, I think you'd be safe with going with six." ((I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WOULD BE THE CORRECT AMOUNT WOULD BE; SORRY IF THIS ISN'T ACCURATE!))

"Ok, I'll take that many then." You replied cheerfully.

You grabbed two paint buckets and Ludwig grabbed four; two more in each hand. The paint buckets were heavier than expected, but the German wasn't struggling a bit.

"I assume you'll also need brushes?" The clerk asked.

"Yes ma'am." You said.

She grabbed appropriate brushes for you and then headed to the counter; you and Germany right behind her.

Once back to the counter, the woman rang you up. Observing the woman, you noticed a name tag that read "Pauline" in crude letters. Her red hair was short and was slightly graying at the roots. A blue paint splatter ran across her cheek and down her neck. Her colorful outfit matched the store. Yes, Pauline definitely seemed like the kind of person that would work here.

"Here you are, miss." She said handing the paint over. "That'll be 115 euro's." she said. Bringing out your handy dandy credit card, you swiped it into the machine. After the transaction Pauline said, "Have a nice day." before Germany and you left the store.

You got back into the car while Germany put the paint buckets and brushes in the trunk.

He entered the car. "Thank you for the help." You told him.

"No problem." He said simply.

"Hey, do you think we could pass by Suzanne's? I'd like to talk to her real quick."

He cleared his throat, suddenly looking nervous. "Sure."

The BMW approached the stand and Germany parallel parked across the street. Exiting the car and running across the street, you gave the old woman a hug. It scared her and she yelped and turned around to see that it was you.

She gasped. "Oh (f/n), darling, you scared me good!" she chuckled.

Looking behind you she saw Germany approaching; he was looking both ways before crossing the road. You realized how handsome he looked; he was dressed more causally then the day before due to painting. He had a gray t-shirt on,leaving his strong arms bare. A light pair of jeans hugged his hips and ended at his dark blue sneakers. You giggled; he looked just like a senior in high school.

"I see you've met Ludwig. He's handsome, isn't he?" she said, still watching Germany. He was unaware of the attention being given to him.

You looked over at her, "He told me he knew you, what a small world."

~Germany's P.O.V.~

Germany walked over to the two women who were already chatting. (f/n) was unaware of his presence, it seemed, but Suzanne saw him. She winked and asked (f/n) a question.

"So how did you two meet?"

Germany mentally let out a breath of relief; she wasn't going to tell (f/n) about last night.

(f/n) spoke cheerily, "Well after having lunch with Feliciano yesterday, which I still need to tell you about, I went back to his house. After a while, it started to pour, and Ludwig came inside soaking wet. Since I didn't have my umbrella, he took me home after he took a shower and changed."

Suzanne laughed, "My, what an interesting way to meet!"

"I'll say…" (f/n) trailed off.

"So why are you with him today?"

"Oh, yesterday he asked if I wanted to work out with him. I told him I would if he helped me paint my house today." She said, rocking on her heels. (f/n)'s mint dress followed her body as she did. He had to admit; the color suited her nicely.

"Ah…" Suzanne said. She gave the German the look of "you-didn't-tell-me-that-part". "So you guys are friends now?

(f/n) considered this. "Well, I don't know him all that well, but I'm sure we'll warm up to each other quite nicely." She smiled.

Germany was glad to hear this; Suzanne cunningly gave him something to go on. He loved her slyness.

She winked at him again, telling him he could "walk up to them" now.

He backed up a bit and walked over louder and cleared his throat. (f/n) turned around and smiled at him. His heart fluttered at her beautiful white smile.

"Hi Germmmmm-Ludwig." She corrected. He smirked, knowing that she remembered Suzanne "didn't know" that he was Germany.

"I know he's Germany, dear." She spoke up, "He thinks he can hide things from me, but I knew all along." Suzanne easily lied.

"Oh…" she laughed. "Suzanne, you're a riot!" (f/n) hugged the old woman again.

Germany shifted his weight to his other foot, pretending to be taken aback about the old women knowing.

"So Luddy, (f/n) tells me you're helping her paint her house today, what a nice gesture."

The blue eyed man heard (f/n) giggle at his nickname. Suzanne continued, turning to (f/n). "You be careful (f/n), Ludwig's a serious one; he's not easy to get a smile out of."

She crossed her arms. "Challenge accepted."

Suzanne laughed, "I better let you guys go; you have painting to do. But (f/n), don't forget to come back tomorrow and tell me about your lunch with Feliciano!"

She chuckled, "I won't, I'm coming back tomorrow after work for groceries. I can only live on pears for so long."

(f/n) turned around. "Bye Suzanne, see you tomorrow?"

"You bet Dearie!" Suzanne replied, turning to a customer.

Germany waited for (f/n) to walk away before going up to Suzanne. "Thanks Suzanne, you know how to help anyone."

She smirked, "It's no problem Luddy. Besides I have nothing better to do, so why not mettle with a young relationship?"

He smiled and patted her back before turning and leaving.

(f/n) was watching him while he walked back to the car. She was leaning against the car comfortably with a pleasant look upon her face; her (e/c) eyes shone with happiness and glee. He decided that it was a sight he could get used to seeing.

Germany unlocked the door and (f/n) entered as he quickly followed. Soon they were off and approached the small run-down apartment waiting for them.

~Your P.O.V.~

Germany drove smoothly up your driveway. The two of you exited the car. The German man opened the trunk and took out the paint cans, two in each hand again. You grabbed the remaining gallons of paint and the brushes situated in a plastic bag.

Setting your load down you fished for your keys and found them. You opened the door for the man and he thanked you and stepped inside. You watched him for a moment, observing his muscles before picking up your cans again. You walked in and set them down before closing the door after you.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to change into painting clothes and put two cans of pears in the refrigerator for lunch." You said, walking up the spiral staircase.

He just grunted and nodded his head whilst setting down the paint.

You quickly changed into yesterday's cleaning clothes and grabbed all the pears you could fit in your hands.

You made it back downstairs and put the now counted 7 cans of pears into the fridge. Finishing, you returned to the living room. Germany was standing and waiting patiently.

"What would you like to do first?" He asked.

"Well I have no idea; to be honest I've never painted before so this is going to be a new experience for me." You said, rubbing the back of your head nervously.

"Alright well lets wing it then." He replied.

The two of you headed outside and looked at the apartment.

"I think we should start at the top and work our way down." He said, thinking out loud. He held his hand to his chin while thinking. It looked like the classic "Thinker" pose.

"Alright, let's go grab the brushes and paint then."

Ludwig grabbed a gallon of paint and you grabbed the brushes and ladder. Making your way outside, the German grabbed the ladder from you. "I got it." He said calmly. You let him take the ladder and followed him with the bag of brushes.

The sun was in mid-rise and faint streaks of orange and pink painted the sky. The neighborhood was a little busier; people lined the streets ready for work and kids walked to school with stuffed backpacks.

Germany started setting up and you helped silently.

"So Feli and Kiku couldn't make it?" you asked, seeing as Germany was alone.

"Italy had plans with his bruder and Japan is spending his day pounding rice; Which reminds me, Italy says "Hi"."

You chuckled, that was so like Feli, "Tell him I say "Hi" back."

Germany was setting up the ladder, "Alright."

Walking over to the lucky first paint can, you determined the best way of opening it. You ran inside and grabbed something to use as a lever. A pair of scissors in your suitcase was the lucky object. You ran back outside and easily opened the can of paint with the scissors. Next you opened the brushes and stuck two inside and walked over to Ludwig, who was now atop of the ladder.

"Here ya go." You said, hoisting the orange liquid to the German.

"Danke." The man said, looking into your eyes. It took you by surprise and both of you stared at each other for a moment. A blush covered his face and yours as he cleared his throat and looked away.

You officially had enough of the awkwardness and made up your mind to become bolder.

"Hey Germany, is there any way I can assist you from up there?"

He turned to look at you, "Is there another ladder around? Then we could both paint up here."

"I'll go ask another neighbor, hold on one second." You said, running to your neighbors on the right.

Before you could even knock, a creepy man opened the door just enough to fit the ladder he was holding through.

He shoved the ladder at you. "Here." He said, closing and latching the door afterwards.

You took the ladder confused. "Did that just…you know what, never mind." You thought. Walking back with the ladder you watched Ludwig paint. He was using light, careful strokes so he wouldn't hit the white trim. After the ladder was set up you climbed up it, grabbed the second brush, and started painting whilst ignoring the Germans light blue gaze.

The two of you painted together until lunchtime rolled by. Your lunch pear feast tasted good and soon you and Ludwig got back to work.

Both of you remained pretty quiet, only talking here and there; that is until you ran out of paint from the first gallon.

You decided to tease the German from the previous conversation with Suzanne. "Luddy, could you grab another gallon from inside?" You said smirking.

He looked at you, a surprisingly playful look in his eyes. "I was wondering when you were going to mention that."

You laughed, "I hope you don't mind that I'm going to call you that for now on~"

His look became serious, "Only Suzanne gets away with that; if I didn't let her call me that she'd beat me to a pulp."

"Scared of an old woman I see." You said, giggling.

He came out and admitted it, to your surprise. "Rightfully so, too."

You laughed. That sounded like Suzanne.

He climbed down his ladder to go get the second gallon of paint. "But if you don't like Germany, you can call me Ludwig; just don't do it around Italy."

You looked down at him. "How about we compromise and I call you Lud?"

He waved his hand, showing that the new name was ok.

After a few minutes, he returned with more paint and the two of you picked up where you left off.

Now that the ice had broken a little better, both you and now declared Lud talked better and more naturally. You found out quite a bit from the German, and he the same. Actually, the two of you seemed to have a lot of common interests.

Nighttime eventually rose from its perch and claimed its territory over the never ending sky. Streaks of pink orange and purple clung to the sun's edge. Stars were appearing in the West, their sparkling gaze watching over the human race.

You were tired, the house was just about done; you only had about a square foot left. Ludwig and you had gone through all of the paint cans, and you had just enough left in the sixth to finish the job correctly.

"ONE MORE STROKE!" you said excitedly as you finished the unpainted area.

"DONE!" you practically sang, falling onto the grass behind you.

Germany chuckled and took your paintbrush; he had started cleaning up as you completed the task.

"Thanks." You said, rolling onto your stomach.

You watched people pass through your small street. The teenagers you saw two nights ago were out on their bikes again. You wondered what antics they were up to. Ludwig returned and plopped down on the untrimmed grass beside you.

Taking a long look at him, you noticed an orange paint streak decorating his face. You chuckled, "Lud, you have a paint splatter on your face!" Unconsciously, you took your thumb and tried to wipe it off. It didn't come off, but red now joined the orange on the German's face. You realized he was blushing and stopped.

"Come inside," you said, "we need water to get that paint off."

The blue eyed man followed you inside and upstairs to the bathroom. Grabbing the hand towel, you turned the water on. Next you ran a corner of the towel under the water getting the towel just wet enough. You turned off the water and turned to Ludwig.

"Hold still for a sec." You practically whispered.

He just grunted and you went on your tiptoes to look at his face better. You rubbed in gentle circles until the paint eased itself off of the man's face and embedded itself into the towel. The blush on the Germans face grew but he stayed in place. Once finished, you stayed there a moment, treasuring the closeness of your bodies before backing off. A light blush covered his face and yours as you went to hang the towel back up.

He cleared his throat and looked down. "Th-thanks." He muttered.

After the towel was securely back in place, You walked back over to him. He was slightly leaning on the counter, eyebrows furrowed like always.

"What would you like for dinner, pears or pears?"

"Um, how about neither." He said, getting over his blush.

You were silent. You didn't have anything else! Didn't he know that?

He saw your confusion. "How about I take you to a really good sandwich joint?"

"Ok!" you said happily. Grabbing his arm, and causing him to blush more, you both walked out of the freshly painted apartment. You locked the door behind you and walked out onto the lawn.

Germany kept walking as you stopped. "Hold on a sec, Lud." He stopped and turned around with you.

Both of you looked at the now bright orange apartment. It shimmered in the fading light and looked a whole heck of alot better.

"Thanks for the help today." You said, giving his hard arm a squeeze.

"No problem." He answered, opening the car door for you.

He crawled in on the other side, started his roaring engine, and took off down the road.

Key

(s/c)=skin color

(f/n)=first name

(e/c)=eye color

Translations

German

Guten morgen=good morning

Fraulein=Ms.

Bruder=brother

Danke= thank you