My Hero
Amelia's POV
Waking up after getting absolutely blasted with Francis was always a coin toss. She could wake in the police station, or passed out on some random country's front lawn. However, she had never been woken up by an angry German while still in France; until now.
"Get away from her you snail-slurping pervert!" Was the bellow that jerked Amelia from her sleep. She sat up, dazed and trying to figure out where the crazed yell had come from, only to see Ludwig fly through the door and tackle Francis (who had also sat up) off the bed.
Flicking on the lamp showed how pathetically this fight was going. France was attempting to shield his face, screaming that it was the only thing that Alice liked; apparently he was still drunk. Ludwig also seemed drunk, the main difference between the two was… Ludwig still seemed to have the ability to fight.
Francis was flailing his hands like a preteen girl and Ludwig was acting like it was some kind of cage fight, he kept kidney punching the poor nation. Amelia would have been worried if it had actually been possible for Francis to be killed during a time of peace. As it was, she would just have to help her parents sort whatever was going on by calling Alice to play nurse. She should probably figure out what was making the larger man so upset; at the moment Ludwig was yelling in some crazy dialect of German she didn't understand.
"Ok, Ludwig, what did Francis do?" She asked, grabbing his arm before he could punch Francis again.
"The phone call," Ludwig started, pausing to look over at her, seemingly giving her a once over. "I heard something about him attacking you, and you said you loved me. And I'm not dating Feli. I love you too, Amelia." The bluntness of the information, coupled with the slight blush that spread across his cheeks, held Amelia captive looking at him in amazement.
"You're totally my hero!" Was the happy squeal as Amelia catapulted herself off the bed to properly kiss her knight in shinning armor. Even if he was a little confused and drunk. If Francis had been coherent and not in extreme amounts of pain he would have been very proud.
"Sir? I am guessing I can report back that everything is fine and we won't be needing support units?" Amelia looked up from where she sat on the floor to see a young German pilot in an air force uniform at the door. He looked like he was fighting laughter but a cocky smile had managed to slip onto his face. H le looked familiar.
"No, Helmut, we don't need support," Ludwig grumbled looking almost put out. Helmut! That's right, she helped train him! He was cheeky and willing to help her pull pranks on the stuffy old people around the base!
"I told you, General, Amelia could take care of herself. So, where do you think they sell pink dresses in your size? We agreed on you wearing it for a week, right?" Helmut said with a grin, fearlessly demanding his nation hold up his end of some kind of bet. And they say Germans don't have a sense of humor!
The End
AN: So if anyone is creative with any type of drawing or coloring or anything. Could I get a picture of Ludwig in a pink dress with Amelia and Helmut snickering off to the side. Please?!
LONG AN: What do you guys think? Hopefully you found it funny. I added Helmut as an afterthought but it is the kind of thing I can imagine happening. Germans have a super fun sense of humor that can be rather dry or dirty at times. Helmut is going to be my go to OC I think in my hetalian stories now that I have made him, cuz I like him; FYI Helmut was my grandfather's name.
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