(Y/N) sat in the hallway, panting deeply. She had just finished running many laps around the yard - on Germany's orders. He had been awfully cruel to her the last few days. Ever since she hurt her back while sledding with Italy and Prussia, she had been worked to the bone. She was weak when it came to exercising. Her heart wasn't always the best. She often blamed the pollution in her country, even though its really because she was unfit.

    She decided to hide - if Germany found her, she would surely have to go out and do more laps. She began to run towards one of the many rooms of the house - not sure which was which. She wasn't allowed to go in certain parts of the house, and she didn't know what could be around there. At once, (Y/N) heard footsteps coming her way. She opened the first door she saw and jumped in. Panting even more, she leaned against said door, looking around.

     Her face went bright red at the sight of the room she was in. It was quite obvious this was Germany's room. Everything was nice and organized...there were books and guns here and there. While clutching her heart, she walked toward Germany's nightstand. On it was a picture frame. In the picture frame was a picture of himself, Prussia, Italy, Romano, and her. She picked up the frame gently, staring at the picture. Everyone was looking happy, except Germany. He was moping behind Italy - while she was obviously pulling on the side of his face, trying to get him to smile.

      A smile crossed (Y/N)'s face as she placed the frame back down. That was a fun memory. She could feel her face pale at the sound of the door opening. She looked over her shoulder, spotting Germany in the doorway. He stared right back at her, his face turning a slight red. (Y/N) pointed the picture, as if answering an unspoken question.

     "I didn't think you still had that," she admitted, "It's so old."

      (Y/N) hugged the sweater closer to the body, looking out Germany's window the snowy day. He hesitantly walked into the room himself, looking at the picture. He placed his large hand on top her her head.

     "We should re-take it," he said, "This time, I'll smile, ja?"

     Her face darkened, "You're acting strangely out of character..." she admitted, "Are you okay? You've been acting weird lately...since I hurt my back..."

     He sat down on his bed, "You want to know why I've been acting strange, (Y/N)?" his voice was dark, "You hurt your back while doing something reckless. We may be in an alliance, but there's nothing I can do to help you with that."

     She stared at him. Germany decided to go on, "You still don't understand, do you?" his face was burning red, whether with anger or embarrassment, "I don't like how...how you get hurt so easily."

     "Well what do you like then, Ludwig?" she sneered, "Cause its quite obvious you have a hard time liking anything...."

    Germany gripped (Y/N)'s wrist, forcing her to sit down beside him, "Honestly? I like Italy, and I like my brother. I like Japan too. I like beer, and wurst, and dogs. I like cleaning and working out. But I don't like you."

      Her face went bright red as she looked out the window again. She was obviously quite angry now. Germany's own face was flushed slightly as he looked the opposite direction. She still didn't understand why he was acting so strange. It wasn't like Germany to get like this.

      "I-ah, (Y/N), I don't like you," he said, "Actually...ich liebe dich,"

     She froze in place, her face becoming a very bright red. He had just confessed. Her heart was pounding away in her chest and she wrapped her arms around Germany's chest, burying her face within.

      "I love you too, Ludwig..."

     As if on cue, there was a cheer from right outside his bedroom door, "KESESESESE, I KNEW IT."

     Germany stood from the bed, "PRUSSIA!" he shouted, "Sorry, excuse me." he excused himself as he flung open his bedroom door to see Prussia and Italy running down the hall. "ITALY!"

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