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You were always wary of how tough and dignified Ludwig Beilschimdt was. He was a strong man, with the perfect build. He was tall and had a chiseled face, his facial expression always tough or stoic. His pale blonde hair was always slicked back perfectly; you admired that since your (h/c) hair was always a mess. His ice-blue eyes seemed to become even more rich in color in the sunlight, and you would immediately freeze in place whenever those beautiful eyes made contact with yours. Not only that, but he was just the epitome of the perfect man. He was tough, diligent, and strategic. He never let himself off guard, no matter what. Even though you were aware of his dorky sides and his immense trouble with dealing with women, and that he wasn't as "tough" as he always acted, you sometimes wondered... would he like me better if I were more like him?
Ludwig was your role model. In fact, you considered yourself lucky to even be able to hang out with him and his friends, the Italian Feliciano Vargas and the Japanese Kiku Honda. Though, Feliciano often teased you with stuff like, "Germany really, really likes you!". You never believed him of course, because... well, you didn't think yourself worthy enough. While Ludwig was always disciplining and tough on himself and those around him, you were simple-minded and what he said, "naive". Ludwig always scolded you when you got into trouble with gangsters or other things. But you couldn't help it... you just didn't know how to be like him. Was it because he was training constantly? What type of mental training did he do? Was he so strict on himself, that he barely had free time? You didn't know, but you didn't care, as long as you could be like your role model. Ludwig also seemed to notice how you were constantly writing in your notepad, and how you were more quiet than you usually were. One day pulled you aside while Feliciano and Kiku ran laps. He looked around for anyone eavesdropping before he turned back to you with a concerned expression. "(Name)... you've been a little off lately."
You stared at him blankly. "What do you mean? I think I've been pretty normal."
Ludwig suppressed a sigh, and he folded his arms. Then, a slight blush came to his cheeks. He cleared his throat before looking back at you with a slight sheepish expression. "W-Well... I just noticed that you haven't been talking a lot lately. And you've been writing in that little notepad of yours. I'm not trying to pry into your business or anything..."
"It's cool, Ludwig. I'm just taking notes... so that I can train myself to be more tough, like you!" You grinned, waving the notepad. "Then maybe I won't give you so much headaches, like Feliciano."
Ludwig raised an eyebrow. You have always called him 'Luddy', so why were you suddenly calling him Ludwig? Was that also a part of your 'tough training'? He appreciated the fact that you wanted to be more mature and disciplined, but he couldn't help but feel a little down that you didn't call him that nickname. Even though when the two of you first met, your nickname irritated him greatly, now that you were going to call him by his name... It just didn't seem like you. Before he could say anything else, you began to run off. "Bye! I'll start running laps now!"
He only stared at you as your back grew smaller and smaller. He didn't care if this was being uncharacteristic of himself, but... he was just a little worried about you.
Ludwig was your role model. In fact, you considered yourself lucky to even be able to hang out with him and his friends, the Italian Feliciano Vargas and the Japanese Kiku Honda. Though, Feliciano often teased you with stuff like, "Germany really, really likes you!". You never believed him of course, because... well, you didn't think yourself worthy enough. While Ludwig was always disciplining and tough on himself and those around him, you were simple-minded and what he said, "naive". Ludwig always scolded you when you got into trouble with gangsters or other things. But you couldn't help it... you just didn't know how to be like him. Was it because he was training constantly? What type of mental training did he do? Was he so strict on himself, that he barely had free time? You didn't know, but you didn't care, as long as you could be like your role model. Ludwig also seemed to notice how you were constantly writing in your notepad, and how you were more quiet than you usually were. One day pulled you aside while Feliciano and Kiku ran laps. He looked around for anyone eavesdropping before he turned back to you with a concerned expression. "(Name)... you've been a little off lately."
You stared at him blankly. "What do you mean? I think I've been pretty normal."
Ludwig suppressed a sigh, and he folded his arms. Then, a slight blush came to his cheeks. He cleared his throat before looking back at you with a slight sheepish expression. "W-Well... I just noticed that you haven't been talking a lot lately. And you've been writing in that little notepad of yours. I'm not trying to pry into your business or anything..."
"It's cool, Ludwig. I'm just taking notes... so that I can train myself to be more tough, like you!" You grinned, waving the notepad. "Then maybe I won't give you so much headaches, like Feliciano."
Ludwig raised an eyebrow. You have always called him 'Luddy', so why were you suddenly calling him Ludwig? Was that also a part of your 'tough training'? He appreciated the fact that you wanted to be more mature and disciplined, but he couldn't help but feel a little down that you didn't call him that nickname. Even though when the two of you first met, your nickname irritated him greatly, now that you were going to call him by his name... It just didn't seem like you. Before he could say anything else, you began to run off. "Bye! I'll start running laps now!"
He only stared at you as your back grew smaller and smaller. He didn't care if this was being uncharacteristic of himself, but... he was just a little worried about you.
~You are perfect to Me~
Time had passed by since you told Ludwig about your plan. You started getting up extremely early in the morning to run laps, and you changed your diet to a light simple meal. You started taking all-nighters just to study, and you exercised hard. You refused to go anywhere with friends, and you stopped conversing with them in fear that it might disrupt your training. Whenever you messed up, you took it really hard on yourself, with punishments like "20 more laps". Even though the training was supposed to help you, you weren't getting any better. You started getting more fatigued as you continued the pattern due to loss of sleep, and as days passed by, Ludwig took notice that you were being uncharacteristically snappy. You also started acting cold and cranky, obstinately pushing away help or worries from your friends. You even began pushing away... Ludwig, who was just as worried as them. You weren't training properly... you weren't being you.
Ludwig knew that. He wanted to help you, but each and every time you just refused to listen. You claimed that you weren't "disciplined enough". He was growing increasingly worried about you, especially with how Feliciano and Kiku began informing him about how uptight you started acting. He was worried that soon, you would just collapse and break. You weren't becoming tough, like you wanted. You were becoming as fragile as glass. Then one day... he decided that he had to do something about you. He needed to intervene with you and your obsession to be like him. It was a sunny, hot day, and you were running laps like usual. Then as you ran, you heard oncoming footsteps. You didn't bother to look back, thinking it was probably just Ludwig just going about with his daily training as well. When he caught up with you, you were surprised to see that he wasn't running past you. He was certainly faster, but he ran right on pace alongside you.
"Do you want to talk to me about something? Can you wait until later?" You asked, looking straight ahead.
"No, it's urgent. (Name), you're not healthy. In fact, you're far from healthy. You need to-"
"Stop? Yeah, right. Why are you and everyone so hell-bent on making me quit?" You spat out irritatedly. Everyone's pleas for you to "just go back to normal" was bothering you. You were trying to become better, so what was their problems? Why did they need to stick their noses into your business? Ludwig only sighed and then grabbed your arm, immediately stopping you from running any more. You tried to pull out of his grasp, glaring at him with intense agitation. "What is it this time?!"
"(Name). You. Are. Not. Healthy. Listen to me, please!" Ludwig pleaded, his blue-eyes looking surprisingly desperate. You stopped, and stared at him. Then, you tried to pull away again. "Just leave me alone! You all obviously don't care about how hard I'm trying! So why do you want me to stop so badly?!"
Ludwig refused to let go. His grip tightened, and he pulled you into a tight hug. "(Name)! Please listen...! I know how hard you're trying... But you're not getting any better! If this is all for me, then stop. Stop it all. You never needed to change, (Name). You were already perfect the way you were."
"...what?"
"I said: You were already perfect. I won't repeat it again." He declared quietly. A moment of silence passed by, and you melted in his arms. You lifted your arms up weakly and pulled him closer. "Do you... Do you really mean that?"
He nodded. "I do. From now on, if you want to become tougher, just train with me. I don't mind. You don't need to try so hard for me, (Name). Your efforts have been acknowledged, and you're stronger than I thought. So from now on... Just be yourself."
You smiled, burrowing your head into his shoulders. "... okay, Luddy."
Time had passed by since you told Ludwig about your plan. You started getting up extremely early in the morning to run laps, and you changed your diet to a light simple meal. You started taking all-nighters just to study, and you exercised hard. You refused to go anywhere with friends, and you stopped conversing with them in fear that it might disrupt your training. Whenever you messed up, you took it really hard on yourself, with punishments like "20 more laps". Even though the training was supposed to help you, you weren't getting any better. You started getting more fatigued as you continued the pattern due to loss of sleep, and as days passed by, Ludwig took notice that you were being uncharacteristically snappy. You also started acting cold and cranky, obstinately pushing away help or worries from your friends. You even began pushing away... Ludwig, who was just as worried as them. You weren't training properly... you weren't being you.
Ludwig knew that. He wanted to help you, but each and every time you just refused to listen. You claimed that you weren't "disciplined enough". He was growing increasingly worried about you, especially with how Feliciano and Kiku began informing him about how uptight you started acting. He was worried that soon, you would just collapse and break. You weren't becoming tough, like you wanted. You were becoming as fragile as glass. Then one day... he decided that he had to do something about you. He needed to intervene with you and your obsession to be like him. It was a sunny, hot day, and you were running laps like usual. Then as you ran, you heard oncoming footsteps. You didn't bother to look back, thinking it was probably just Ludwig just going about with his daily training as well. When he caught up with you, you were surprised to see that he wasn't running past you. He was certainly faster, but he ran right on pace alongside you.
"Do you want to talk to me about something? Can you wait until later?" You asked, looking straight ahead.
"No, it's urgent. (Name), you're not healthy. In fact, you're far from healthy. You need to-"
"Stop? Yeah, right. Why are you and everyone so hell-bent on making me quit?" You spat out irritatedly. Everyone's pleas for you to "just go back to normal" was bothering you. You were trying to become better, so what was their problems? Why did they need to stick their noses into your business? Ludwig only sighed and then grabbed your arm, immediately stopping you from running any more. You tried to pull out of his grasp, glaring at him with intense agitation. "What is it this time?!"
"(Name). You. Are. Not. Healthy. Listen to me, please!" Ludwig pleaded, his blue-eyes looking surprisingly desperate. You stopped, and stared at him. Then, you tried to pull away again. "Just leave me alone! You all obviously don't care about how hard I'm trying! So why do you want me to stop so badly?!"
Ludwig refused to let go. His grip tightened, and he pulled you into a tight hug. "(Name)! Please listen...! I know how hard you're trying... But you're not getting any better! If this is all for me, then stop. Stop it all. You never needed to change, (Name). You were already perfect the way you were."
"...what?"
"I said: You were already perfect. I won't repeat it again." He declared quietly. A moment of silence passed by, and you melted in his arms. You lifted your arms up weakly and pulled him closer. "Do you... Do you really mean that?"
He nodded. "I do. From now on, if you want to become tougher, just train with me. I don't mind. You don't need to try so hard for me, (Name). Your efforts have been acknowledged, and you're stronger than I thought. So from now on... Just be yourself."
You smiled, burrowing your head into his shoulders. "... okay, Luddy."
For 
This is her Germany x Reader request. I'm sorry if it's too short, or if it's not exactly what you wanted. I haven't wrote a Hetalia reader fanfic in a while, or a X Reader at that. So again, if it's not what you wanted, I sincerely apologize. Anyways, here you go! I hope you liked it! ^^
BTW,
, I'll try to get your fic request done as quickly as I can too. My sister said her laptop should be coming back today, so that's a plus.
This is her Germany x Reader request. I'm sorry if it's too short, or if it's not exactly what you wanted. I haven't wrote a Hetalia reader fanfic in a while, or a X Reader at that. So again, if it's not what you wanted, I sincerely apologize. Anyways, here you go! I hope you liked it! ^^
BTW,
, I'll try to get your fic request done as quickly as I can too. My sister said her laptop should be coming back today, so that's a plus. © 2015 - 2024 kurahpikah
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Awww~ our German guy look so sweet here... Danke~