"Commander...you always get yourself into such messes. I worry about you, y'know!"
Germany blushed as you licked your thumb and rubbed a stain of blood off the German's cheek.
The two of you were, naturally, at war once again. You were Germany's right-hand woman, and you were always concerned about his safety.
The German admired your courage on the battlefield, but off when you were taking care of the injured, you would always freak out.
"D-Don't worry about me, ________________. You have a lot of other people to be concerned about. Don't bother with me."
"S-Sir!", you gasped, your eyes going wide."You're valuble! We kinda need you...so it's important you're still alive."
You let out a groan as you slid Germany's jacket off his shoulders."What'd you do this time?! My goodness..."
As you slowly unbuttoned Germany's shirt to get to the wounds on his chest and shoulders, the German's face was painted a bright crimson.
The only real reason you took so good care of Germany was because...you really loved him. And it just killed you to see him wounded.
But it meant you could see him topless, sweaty, and sexy. So both of you benifitted.
"Ludwig Beilshmidt, what the hell happened?!", you screamed.
A streak of blood was painted on Germany's chest, filled with shards of rock and glass.
"On a window?", you asked, rubbing a wet dishcloth across the little river of blood."You need to stop being so reckless...you scare me sometimes."
Germany shrugged slowly."I'm sorry, ____________________. Don't worry about me, alright?"
"But...", you began, a bright blush appearing on your face.
Shaking your head, you finished,"Nevermind. It's not important."
Germany sighed and gave you a small smile. You hesitated and blushed brightly at the sight of Germany's lips curved into a gentle smile.
The German closed his eyes, urging you to finish cleaning his wound. You nervoulsy began cleaning again.
'That bastard!', you thought.'He knows he's sexy, doesn't he?! What a tease!!'
"There we go. Does that feel a little better? You looked like it hurt when you came into the tent."
"Yes. Thank you.", Germany said.
You blushed and grinned as you stood up to grab the bandages.
It never made sence to you as why the German was so stubborn around everyone, but when it was him and you, he was a real sweetie.
"Sir, if you don't mind.", you said, motioning for Germany to come to you.
Germany stood up off the ground and walked up to you."You know, ____________________...I'm fortunate to have you as a part of my army."
"And why's that?", you asked, raising Germany's arm and lacing the bandage around his upper arm.
"You take good care of the wounded and me...you're very obidient.", Germany began.
After letting out a slow sigh, he hissed under his breath,"And you're very beautiful..."
You looked up into Germany's blue eyes, which were full of embarassment and love.
"...You're very beautiful.", Germany whispered, taking your hand on his shoulder and lacing his fingers with yours.
You blushed brightly, not sure what to say. You'd really loved your commander, but you never thought he'd really love you back!
Another smile tugged at Germany's lips as you brought your body closer to his until your head was relaxed on his chest.
"Ich liebe dich..."
"Ich liebe dich Sie auch.", you replied, trying your best to smother the immense joy in your voice.
Amazingly, the day Germany and you got together was the last day of the fighting for now.
After suffering Italy's loving wrath for winning, you were hanging around Germany's house.
"Augh, Ludwig, you have no food...", you groaned, popping your head out of the cupboard door."I'm starving, bro...oh, hey, nevermind!"
Germany snickered and shook his head slowly."Don't eat too much. You'll gain weight."
As you walked into the living room, you smiled at Germany.
Ever since the two of you started working together, you'd lost a lot of weight. Which was nice, because your uniform fit you like a glove now.
With a bag of potato chips in your hand, you exclaimed,"Not working is fun!"
Germany let out a groan as you sat down between his open legs on the carpet, obviously hitting his man-parts with your ass.
"It is, but that leaves us with nothing to do."
You leaned against Germany with a grin."Are these modern wars different from old ones?"
"A little.", Germany replied with a shrug as he placed his head on your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.
"We have better medical care, so there's less fatalities."
"Uh-huh.", you said before throwing the chip bag down next to you."Hey, Ludwig...can you kiss me yet?"
Germany's face heated up as you sqirmed up against the German's body and cradled his face in your hands.
"You said you had to brush your teeth before.", you whined, bringing your lips close to Germany's.
"I smell mint."
"Shiza...", Germany whispered.
You giggled and pressed your lips against Germany's gently. The German's entire being tensed at your touch, holding you even tighter yet.
You pulled away with a bright grin, running your fingers through Germany's hair gently."Soft..."
Germany blushed, fighting the urge just to jump on you and kiss you.
"...At least I brush my hair unlike Harry from One Direction..."
You giggled and shook your head at Germany."The boy needs a COMB. But you...need water."
Running your hands into Germany's t-shirt, you hissed,"You're sexy when you're wet, COMMANDER."
"Pervert.", Germany whispered, squinting at you.
"Hey, Commander?", you asked, snuggling close to Germany.
"Ja?", Germany replied.
"You're squishy.", you finished, jabbing Germany's cheeks happily.