Alright this is the final chapter that i have written so far, it will take me a while to post another due to school. So, uh keep commenting and thank you for all of the support!

~Le Germany's P.O.V.~

Ludwig decided he was going to be like his brother and be awesome. He was taking (f/n) to the best sandwich place in town, and he wasn't going to split the bill for once; he would pay for it himself. Italy had always done that with women, so he decided he would try it. Also, he decided to give (f/n) one hell of a ride as soon as they got in the car. After all, why not show of his superior "German" driving skills why he was at it?

He stuck the key and the car and revved the engine before taking off down the road. Since it was late there wasn't much traffic so it was easy to maneuver the car around traffic. He knew the cops wouldn't get after him either; most people in Italy drove faster and more reckless than he was going now. He made a fast right turn and his wheels skidded, squealing in the process. He shot a glance at (f/n) when he had the chance. Her eyes were wide and she was hanging onto her seat tight. Some would think she was scared if she didn't have a big smile plastered over her beautiful features.

His speed shot up again and they took the next left they came across. Again he accelerated into the turn as his tires howled from the stress. This time (f/n) shrieked a bit, then started to laugh.

Ludwig loved the speechless gestures between the two as they drove on. She had such a lopsided grin that he couldn't help but smile a bit too. Unfortunately, there weren't any more turns on route so he just sped up and came to a screeching halt at the diner.

(f/n) laughed, "Ludwig, I think that was the best drive I have ever been on."

"I had a feeling you would have fun." He said putting the car in park. He couldn't help but love how nice his car handled.

(f/n) exited the car closely followed by Germany and they made their way to the entrance. Germany held the door open for (f/n) as she entered the withering restaurant. The sandwich shop had been here ever since he could remember. He watched (f/n)'s eyes widen at the inside, though he didn't really know why; it wasn't all that special of a place. White tiles stained and yellowed with age covered the squeaking floors and a maroon fabric laced the walls. The joint was dully lit like all Italian restaurants seem to be. The light fixtures were stained glass and different colors streaked all of the objects in the room.

They waited for a little while before a pudgy man came to take us to our booth. (f/n)'s eyes grew wider, if possible, and the man seating us said, "(f/n)?"

Wait, what?

(f/n) spoke. "Boss?"

WHAT?

The man, who was now obviously the manager, smiled and hugged her, "It is you signorina!" He gave a wholesome laugh.

(f/n) laughed too, "What odds!" She turned to me, "Ludwig this is where I'm starting work tomorrow!

Oh.

He looked at the owner of the restaurant; he had seen the man many times before.

(f/n)'s boss talked, "I see you've met one of my regulars (f/n)! Make sure you keep 'em happy, he's a good one!" the man lightly punched Ludwig and laughed again.

(f/n) laughed too, but Ludwig didn't see what was so funny. "Actually this man is downright annoying." The German thought.

"Well, seeing as you're a costumer for today (f/n)," said the pudgy man, "What can I get for you two?"

(f/n) shot him a glance, and then she spoke, "Well, I don't really know the menu yet, I'm going to get whatever he gets, I guess….Oh and a lemonade, please."

Germany also ordered and the man walked away to take care of the orders.

The blonde haired man spoke quietly. "What was so funny?"

(f/n) got closer to him and whispered back, "He has a nasty temper; I don't want to piss him off before I start work."

"Ah..." is all he managed to say.

He made small talk with (f/n) until the sandwiches were brought out to them.

(f/n)'s boss set the plates on the table. "There you two are. I'll bring the bill in a moment." He said as he walked away again.

(f/n) looked at her sandwich before taking a bite. Ludwig watched her face as the flavor hit her. The face was priceless, really.

"You like it?" Germany asked.

"I LOVE IT!" she exclaimed, taking another bite.

He was about to respond when the fat man came over again. "You can pay this whenever."

(f/n) pulled out her purse, but the blue eyed man pulled his wallet out faster, "Here you are, sir." He said.

The man walked away once more to complete the transaction. (f/n) looked pissed off.

"What?" Ludwig said.

"I could have paid!" she said simply.

"It's fine, it's my treat."

"Feli did the same; I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not a burden at all."

"Well…" she said. He had a feeling she was going to say more but her boss came over one last time with the receipt.

"There, you two are all set, have a good meal!" He said. Then he turned to (f/n). "And I can't wait to see you tomorrow, (f/n) ~" He said, lifting her chin to make her look at him.

(f/n)'s jaw slightly dropped as her boss walked away, smirking.

Did he just see what he thought he saw? A shiver went down his spine, and Ludwig suddenly worried for (f/n).

After the man was out of earshot he brought it up with her. "Hey, (f/n), will you be alright? You didn't mention the man was…well…a creep."

She seemed generally taken aback as well, "I-I...I think so…he didn't like act like that when I first met him…maybe he just drank too much wine or something." She said, gesturing with her hand.

He sat silent for a second before saying, "Well if anything happens, just tell me ok?"

She nodded. "Alright…"

He took a long look at her before taking a bite of his sandwich.

~Back to your P.O.V.~

What the HELL just happened?! Was your boss hitting on you!? You shook the thoughts away, like you had said, he probably just drank too much wine. Careful not to let Lud see your predicament, you took another bite of the sandwich. It was SSOOO good! It was kind of like pizza. Cheese strung from every bite, and the peperoni gave it a delicious kick. The Italian bread was crunchy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. Soon you completely forgot what happened and enjoyed the evening.

You watched Ludwig eat his sandwich. He was having a problem with the cheese as well and a thick strand ran from the sandwich into his mouth. You giggled and he noticed and looked up, giving you a questioning look.

"You look silly with cheese hanging out of your mouth like that." You laughed again.

Germany just blushed and severed the string of cheese quickly, but he wasn't looking at you. He was looking past you. Curiosity got the best of you and you turned around. You saw your boss walking back to the kitchen, looking straight at you. Quickly, you turned back around and gave the German a look.

Before he said anything you spoke. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I can handle myself."

He gave her a doubtful look before finishing his sandwich.

Surprisingly, you finished yours too even though it probably weighed more than your head. Germany looked surprised. "I can rarely finish a sandwich like that, you must have been hungry."

You laughed, "Yeah, I guess I was."

Lud rose, "Ready to leave?"

"Mhmm." You followed suit and also rose from your seat.

Both of you made your way to the door and left the eatery, which looked to be closing. The sign was turned and the shop was dark as your boss locked up. You paid no mind to him though.

By now it was dark outside, and headlights of cars came and went on the main stretch of road lighting up the pavement where they walked and other objects. It was chilly out and you rubbed your hands together. Luckily the car wasn't parked too far away, but before you reached there, Ludwig was motioning something to you. He was offering his jacket.

"Oh no, I don't need it I'm fine." But your body contradicted you evilly and shivered.

"Uh huh, really now?" He said, putting the jacket over your shoulders.

You grumbled, "Thanks."

The German chuckled lightly, and you perked up, "HAHA YES! IN YOUR FACE SUZANNE!" You spun around laughing.

Germany stopped. "What?"

You stopped and stumbled a bit, dizzy, "She said you were serious and I couldn't get you to laugh! But I did so HA!"

The blue eyed man's eyes sparkled and for once, you saw emotion. "Amusement" You thought. "Alright, you got me. This time." He smirked and gave you a sly look. You blushed and started walking towards the car again.

You heard his footsteps behind you as he followed. The car unlocked with a cute beep and you and the German climbed in.

"Want to go for another spin?" He asked.

"Uh, no. I think if we did, I would barf and ruin the interior of your car."

"Sounds legitimate to me." He replied simply, taking the BMW out of park and driving out of the parking lot.

You laugh quietly and start another conversation. "We should do this again, it was fun." Looking over at him, you smiled. "Oh and here's your jacket. Thank you, by the way."

He nodded. " Just toss it in back, and that would be…fun"

The rest of the ride you just kind of blabbed on about random stuff about your home life and Lud listened intently.

After the short ride you arrived home you and Ludwig walked inside your apartment for a bit. Both of you sat on the carpet in silence. You and ludwig watched outside the window together. It was mostly empty, except for the few cars that passed. The next door neighbor on the right arrived home by the look of it. You would have to thank him for the ladder tomorrow; no matter how much you didn't want to go back over there. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, that man was downright creepy.

You broke the silence with a question you had been wondering for a while. "Why was Italy in (y/c)?"

Germany thought for a bit. "I think he mentioned something about sightseeing if I remember correctly."

"Ah."

More silence. You yawned, it was getting late.

Lud noticed, "Oh, sorry I should go. It's late."

You smiled weakly. "Yeah…well not to like kick you out or anything but…" "Wow I just said that. Really?" you thought.

The blue eyed man stood. He put his shoes back on and prepared for departing.

"What time is training tomorrow?" You asked.

"Anytime really, what time are you finished with work?"

"I think I get out at 5pm, then I have to pick up groceries, talk to Suzanne, and then I'll be home."

"So should I pick you up around….7?"

"Yeah, that sounds ok."

Germany opened the door. "Alright, Bis morgen." He said, stepping out into the dark night.

"What does that mean?"

"It means see you tomorrow." The blonde said before entering his car and driving off once more.

You watched after him until his car blended with the night. After locking the door, and everything else for that matter, you headed upstairs. You wished the German was still here, you felt oddly like you were being…watched? But that was crazy so you just walked into your bedroom, grabbed your PJ's and entered the bathroom to take a shower.

It was a quick shower, you weren't really in the mood and you were tired from painting. After brushing your teeth and other bedtime necessities you walked back to your room. Your bed felt extremely good and you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

~Germany's P.O.V. again~

Ludwig got back come and parked the car in his usual spot. Exhausted, he made his way to the front door. He walked in and smelled the familiar smell of rice. He forgot about the mochi dinner Japan had made. Making his way to the dining room, the smell got stronger.

Japan was cleaning dishes and Italy was talking to him as Germany walked in.

Italy was the first to notice he was home. "LUDWIG YOU MISSED DINNER!" he exclaimed.

The German rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah…I'm really sorry about that Kiku, it slipped my mind, I went out with (f/n)."

Kiku turned around. "It's ok Mr. Germany, I put your plate in the refrigerator; you can have it tomorrow for lunch."

"Are you sure? I know those are hard for you to make, I feel bad." This was true, Ludwig felt terrible.

"Hai, it is fine" The Japanese man replied, "They taste the same leftover anyway." He smiled. "How was your day with (f/n)?"

"It went well; we somehow finished the entire house, and then ironically went out to dinner at the restaurant where she will be working." He responded, remembering the boss. He shook it from his mind; (f/n) would be fine.

The brown eyed man stared. "Really, how'd that go?"

Germany left out what happened. "It was awkward but other than that well."

"That's good…" Kiku responded.

Then came Italy, "SEE?! I told you that you would like her!" He said, prancing out of the room. "Buonanotte I'm off to bed!"

"Goodnight." Germany and Japan said in unison.

"I think I'm going to follow suit, gute nacht Kiku." Ludwig said, exiting the room.

Kiku followed. "I am as well, Goodnight Mr. Germany."

The blonde man went to his guest room. After taking an abrupt shower, and doing his nighttime ritual, he laid down in bed.

Luckily sleep found him easily, and he fell asleep quickly.

Key

(f/n)=first name

(y/c)=your country

Translations

Italian:

Signorina=Ms.

German:

Bis morgen=See you tomorrow

Gute nacht=good night