gernades & kisses
You turned around and flashed your boyfriend, Germany , a cute smile. He looked so goddamn beautiful (yes,i enjoy describing boys like that...) his skin was coated with a sheet of sweat and there were a few stray strands of hair poking out of his head in different angles.His eyebrows were knitted together in fustration as he dropped onto the couch , letting out a tired sigh.
You raised an eyebrow at his actions, eyes secretly trailing down his unzipped officer's uniform and his black singlet which seemed to be unable to hide his muscular chest.you sat on the couch next to him and offered him a pink towel.
'I'm not touching you when you're this sweaty..'
Germany rolled his eyes and wiped the towel across his sweat coated arm with one swipe, allowing you to wrap your arms around his arms.
'Are you going to tell me why you're so angry?' you asked, blinking your large (e/c) orbs innocently at him, urging him to tell you about his day, You were guessing it was either caused by Italy messing up on training or his unreasonable boss.
'Mein Fraulen, i really do not feel like talking about it..' he said in a calm and reasonable tone, patting your head with his rough hands
You chuckled. it was like germany to keep his day to himself. You closed your eyes and yawned 'you'll tell me anyways won't you?'
Germany sighed in defeat 'probably, just not now....i'm tired..'
Your face brightened as you stood up, 'I'll go make something for you.maybe wrust?' you said in determination, skipping to the kitchen. Not noticing the horrified look on Germany's face.
Germany wasn't a cruel man, but the memories of the previous moments where you attempted to even try making a simple BLT sandwich would result in the stove bursting into flames for some foreign reason, you were lucky that germany was with you at the time, and was able to extinguish the flames with the help of a fire extinguisher. He couldn't imagine the thought of you, alone in the kitchen....with his cooking utensils and-
Germany sighed as he laid his head down on the dining room table, well, half of his cooking utensils and probably his expensive silverware, not to mention his stove will not be usable for a long period of time, possibly forever.
'I'm sorry Luddy..' you repeated meekly, afraid that he would snap at you out of anger, you placed your hand on his back and gave him a reassuring pat.
'Its okay (y/n), i'm just glad you're okay..' he mumbled, rubbing his temples.
Smiling softly you leaned in and gave him a soft peck on his cheek, making his cheeks grow red as his figure tensed up.
"You're my hero, you know that?'
Maybe some broken electronics and silverware was pretty much worth the praise you had given him, sending him spiraling in a happy mood for the rest of the day.