#gereng week

[gereng-week]

I should probably state this now even though it's super early (because October fills up fast and this week has long been occuring in october and i don't want to change that). Gereng week will be taking place October 5th-12th. You can start sending prompts in if you so choose, but I will make an official post about prompt suggestions in a few months a little closer to the date. This is just to secure the date.

@hetaliacalendar @hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books

#gereng week #gereng #geruk #hws england #hws germany #hetalia #aph england #aph germany

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2023 - Day 3

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Prompt: Proposal/Wedding || Flowers/Garden

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 970

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Proposal

“Have you ever considered getting married?”

The carnation buds he was about to plant fell from Ludwig's palms. “What?”

Arthur rolled his eyes, an amused huff escaping his lips. He scooped up the bud and planted it in the spot he had made for it. “Marriage. Ever thought about it?”

Ludwig’s heart hammered in his chest, its thrumming running through each nerve. “I…never really thought about it. Our existence…Nothing seems to last. Plus…It hasn’t even been a decade since same-sex marriage was legalized. Even if I was human and could get married, it still wasn’t possible for so long.”

“Plenty of nations get married.”

“For alliances, yes. But they never last. Politics are ever-changing. Today’s ally is tomorrow’s enemy.”

“That may be true. But even then, some of those marriages still live on. Erzsébet and Roderich got remarried. Roderich also is reconnecting with Toni. Czechia and Slovakia may not have remarried yet, but they’re dating. Francis and Allie have been discussing getting–”

“Okay fine. I meant legally we can’t get married for love. Things are too turbulent.”

Arthur scoffed, hands thrown into the air. “Who cares about what the law thinks? It’s just for…the symbolism you know? And we no longer have to be tools for our government.”

Ludwig planted the next carnation, its yellow petals smiling up at him. Ludwig wasn’t smiling. “But we’re still the representation of our people. They influence is and–”

“But we can still be our own people,” Arthur bursted, “Our people’s influence is no more than a thought drifting through our heads.”

“I never coloured you as an optimist Arthur.”

“I expected you of all people–” Arthur rose to his feet, rubbing his dirt-covered hands against his pants. “You know what? Forget I said anything. I’m done for the day.”

“Should I–”

“Do whatever you want. Keep planting, come inside, go home. I don’t care.”

“Arthur…”

But Arthur was already heading inside.

For the rest of the afternoon, Arthur was silent. Ludwig wanted to ask why exactly Arthur blew up over this, but he knew when Arthur gave the silent treatment, that meant he needed some time to cool off. That evening Arthur ate dinner in the study, claiming he was going to work on his writing. When they went to bed, Arthur faced away from Ludwig, wrapping the blanket tightly around himself. Ludwig’s hand twitched, desperate to reach for him. But he didn’t. They needed space. and Ludwig would give it to him.

— — —

Sleepless night or not, Ludwig awoke at the crack of dawn as usual. His mind never pausing on its replay of his argument with Arthur. Did Arthur want to get married? He never mentioned it before. Never seemed like the type to settle down either. Did he want to marry Ludwig specifically? What brought this on all of a sudden?

Or perhaps it was more of Ludwig bringing up the painful side of their existence. The burning question of where the nation ended and the human began. What that could possibly mean for them. He dug the edge of his palms into his temples. Why did he over-explain himself? To bring that up?

He needed a jog. Clear his head. Breakfast could wait just this once.

Arthur was up when Ludwig entered the bedroom. Ludwig froze, back stiffening. Arthur was rarely up this early unless…

“Do you want to get married?” Ludwig blurted out. “I-I don’t mean like a proposal I just…I want to understand what’s going on.”

“Maybe…I don’t know…” Arthur huffed, flopping back down on the pillow. “I never considered it before. Like you said, we couldn’t do so legally except for alliances that never lasted. But haven’t you realized? We’re immortals, we’re nations, but we’re also human. We have our own wants, we fall in love, we form friendships, we desire connection. And I guess…When I see the couples go by with matching rings, or when I pass a wedding magazine, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to just have a ceremony. A reception with friends and family.”

Arthur shook his head, covering his face with his arm. “It’s so sappy that even I cringe but–”

“I’m not ready,” Ludwig cut in, “We’ve only been together since the 70s and–”

“That’s not long for our kind,” Arthur finished. “I know. I didn't mean to imply that we’d do so now. It’s just that…with all this talk about possibly walking out of our government jobs, the idea we could actually move in together if we go down that path, a wedding seems more possible now than ever. I was just…mm…testing the water I guess. But we don’t have to. Just…And I’m going to sound cheesy here…I’m just happy to be with you.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“What.”

Ludwig sat on the edge of the bed. “I said I’ll think about it. But I’m far from ready for it.”

There was a rustling, arms wrapping around Ludwig’s waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “There’s no rush. I’m sorry for pressuring you. Even though it wouldn’t be legally binding, it’s still a big step.”

Ludwig leaned back into the embrace. “Okay.”

“And you don’t really think we don’t have free will?”

“I…Well, considering I fell in love with you when I did. When we were still enemies. And it never faded.”

“I get it, they’re loud sometimes. But we still choose in the end right. Like we chose this?”

Ludwig nodded, turning back to peck Arthur’s temple. “Now that everything is settled, are you up for some breakfast?”

“Hmm. No.”

Arthur pulled Ludwig back onto the bed. Ludwig let him, twisting around to properly wrap his arms around him. “Fine. A few minutes of cuddling. To make up for last night.”

“Oh of course,” Arthur teased, burying his nose in Ludwig’s hair.

#hetalia #hws #gereng #engger #geruk #hws england #hws germany #hurt/comfort #gereng week #gereng week 2023 #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing #angst

[redds-art828]

Gereng Day 7!!Family

@gereng-week

This has to be my favorite one I’ve drawn so far, the Cardverse being second

#hetalia #hws #aph #redbear’s art #aph hetalia #hws hetalia #hws england #aph england #gereng #hws germany #aph germany #gereng week 2022 #gereng week #aph prussia #aph scotland #aph ireland #aph northern ireland #aph wales #aph uk bros #aph sealand #hws sealand

[newhetaliafan]

@gereng-week

October 25: Knitting/Crafting

Some gereng art that I finally found the time to finish.

#gereng week #gereng week 2022 #hetalia

[kostantina]

GerEng Week 2022: Day 7

Title: As the Sea Kissed the Shore, the Sky Dawned Upon Them

Prompt: Bakery/Baking || Family

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Fluff and Smut

Category: F/M

Pairing: Fem!HRE!Germany x England

Summary:

“Oh?" He stopped. No. Slowed down was the proper term because his touches had become provocative, frustrating her, and leading her to drive herself against him impetuously.

Her pregnancy, as well as the long days her child's father was away from her, made her more reliant.

He laughed deeply, much to her embarrassment, and kissed her on the lips after removing his head from her marked neck. Looking at her darkly, he responded huskily, "Just tell me about it during our intimacy, all right?"

He then smirked. “But then you will be unable to express yourself more eloquently in words. You always end up—”

"I may be with child!" she blurted out, unable to stand his indecent talk and piercing stare any further.

She speedily pressed her face against his chest to hide, her cheeks and ears burning up owing to her candour and the awkwardness that ensued.

#gereng #nyo holy roman empire #nyo germany #hws england #hws portugal #hreeng #hetalia #fluff #married #nsft #smut #pregnancy sex #tw: lactation kink #gereng week

[kayartstuff]

@gereng-week

Gereng Week 2023

Day 1: Angel/Demon

#hws germany #hws england #hws hetalia #hetalia #geruk #gereng #gereng week 2023 #gerengweek #engger

[the-heaminator]

October 28th: Domestic/Slice of Life || Sharing Clothes (again very short, more of a ficlet than anything)

@gereng-week

It was their morning to sleep in, one of a very few selection of mornings in which they allowed themselves to do so, Arthur was comfortably nestled up not only in the blanket but in both a shirt and jumper pilfered from Ludwig’s cupboard, it was soft and smelt of him and he felt comfortable in it. 

Ludwig would have tried to wear Arthurs clothes if he was built any less like a brick wall, but Arthurs clothes looked comically small comparative to him, and Arthur was absolutely drowning in his clothes, it was adorable to see him shuffle around the house, still half asleep, the shirts covering him quite like a dress as he mooched around the house.

It was quite late now, near to eleven in the morning, both still asleep, the cats piled up at the foot of the bed, on top of Berlitz who seemed to like being sat on by the felines, they were warm and they didn’t move very much. They all knew that usually by this time both would be wake and most likely out of the house, and they would unceremoniously be shooed off the bed, and all the warm things would be taken off it, but they were both still sleeping. Arthurs blanket hoarding was a problem so much that they had separate blankets, which only ended up in Arthur stealing both and becoming a veritable cocoon of warmth (the cats loved this and got in the blanket with him, which was absolutely terrifying when they woke up, and on the occasion a blanket cocoon would form around both; which was what happened today. 

There was some quiet mumbling that mainly translated to “stop stealing the blanket you fucking frost gremlin” in German by Ludwig whose feet were cold, and for good reason too.

The day was cold, and floor, the floor would freeze a person's bare foot off if they even as much as stepped on it for a moment, even managing to get through the thick fur of Berlitz, which was another reason the pets decided to stay on the bed despite it getting dangerously close to midday; the house nearly silent except for the soft breathing as the sun hung low in the crystal blue sky, children rushing out for their break wearing gloves and hats that doting parents put on them and teens stubbornly refusing to wear coats while playing football on muddy grounds, hoping to god that they don’t get streaks of mud all over their clothes that they could be reprimanded when they get home about. The world moving oh so fast, but sometimes it was best to just live in the moment

#hws england #hws germany #gereng #gereng week 2022 #i am cold and i am angry about it #cheesy yes but i dont give a singular or even a partial fuck about it #the heam writes

[coralcatsea]

Trying to come up with ideas for that rare pair event, I'd like to try and hit several ships at least once. I'm thinking I'll do EngGer for the fantasy or supernatural prompt, if anyone wants to suggest ideas to me–

Also, it'll be nyo EngGer, if that makes any difference.

#hetalia #aph #hws #aph england #hws england #hws germany #aph germany #nyo england #nyo germany #nyotalia #fem england #fem germany #engger #ukger #gereng #geruk #hws rare pair week #hws rare pair event

[badlydrawn-baltics]

I must request some GerEng 👀

Them just cuddled under a blanket or something with tea or hot chocolate or something warm?

If it's not too much trouble of course.

Ok so this got away from the original prompt but uhh yeah I actually love gereng so its wild that I’ve never drawn it on here (im very close friends with the mun of @asking-gereng) and have been telling them all week about how lud looks exactly like leyendeckeers the arrow collar man so i drew a sore of 50s ish version of them.

#gereng #hws #aph #hetalia #hetalia fanart #aph england #aph germany #hws england #hws germany

[spicykat9]

Do you think anyones had sex during Eurovision?

There is so much fucking sex during Eurovision. I think a lot of European couples/polycules have agreements in regards to the outcomes of Eurovision.

I wrote a GerEng smut fic last year for Eurovision where Ludwig got railed because Arthur beat him and almost got first.

This year though. With the UK and Ukraine kind of hosting together. Arthur is getting fucking pegged by Kateryna this year (if I have a enough motivation to write that considering NedCan Week is just around the corner and I have a prompt from a server challenge to also get too lol). And Arthur is very much looking forward to it but will not admit that outload of course.

So sad...Someone else is going to have to blow Ludwig's back out this year :'( (but Germany's act looks a lot better this year than the past two years I watched, but Ludwig prefers bottoming anyway so he'd probably ask to still be fucked)

#hetalia #hetavision #hws england #hws germany #hws ukraine #engukr #gereng #engger

[gereng-week]

GerEng Week 2023 Prompts

Forgive me, I got busy again so I forgot to post again. But now it is here. Have fun creating!

October 4th: First Meeting || Angel/Demon

October 5th: Supernatural/Fantasy || Cottage/Cabin

October 6th: Proposal/Wedding || Flowers/Garden

October 7th: Secret Agents || Overworking

October 8th:  Alice in Wonderland AU || Memories

October 9th: Fairy Tale || Knight x Ruler

October 10th: Office/Work AU || “Holy Shit”

October 11th (BONUS DAY): Free Day

Reminder:

You don’t have to do every day and you don’t have to do both prompts for the day (Ex. Day 1 you can choose to do only First Meeting)

Make sure to tag sensitive and nsft content

You can interpret prompts how ever you wish!

Tag your work as #gereng week/ #gereng week 2023 and also tag the blog @gereng-week to make sure I see it

Do no submit work before the day of the prompt. However, late submissions are completely fine and will be accepted throughout the year

Additional Rules can be found here

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#hetalia #hws #aph #hws england #aph england #hws germany #aph germany #gereng #engger #geruk #gereng week #gereng week 2023 #prompt list #prompt list 2023

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2023 - Day 2

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Prompt: Supernatural/Fantasy || Cabin/Cottage

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 1615

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A Meal for a Meal

Approaching a stranger's door in the middle of the night probably wasn’t Arthur’s wisest idea. At best it would disturb someone who was possibly asleep, and at worst, the person was a killer, and he’d find himself in a slasher film. But when your car broke down, and your phone died halfway through your drive because it needed a new battery, options were limited. 

He approached the Victorian-style home cautiously. Its stately peaks, casting another layer of darkness over him. If his hair wasn’t standing on end and he wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder, perhaps he would label this as his dream home come to life. The steps creaked as he ascended to the porch. They quaked beneath him, in great need of replacement. He knocked on the door, trying to settle the pit of foreboding in his stomach. 

A few firm knocks later, a man was towering over him, his cold eyes seeming to glow. Hypnotic yet chilling. 

“Can I help you?” The man asked, face as icy and pale as his eyes.

“Oh uh…” he hadn’t realized he had zoned out, still staring intently into the man’s eyes. “Sorry…I-I…My car broke down just down the street. Do you have a phone I can use?”

“...Yes…This way.”

The man led him inside, and into the living room and over to the landline. Arthur tried to shake away the dizziness that seemed to grip him as soon as he entered the house. 

“I’ll give you some privacy,” the man murmured. His brows were furrowed, a look of…fear? In his eyes as he departed. 

Arthur knew he should pay more attention to it, but instead, he focused on the phone call so he could get out of the man’s hair. 

With a tow truck on its way, Arthur decided to return to his car. He wandered out into the hall, peeking into the kitchen and what was presumably a study to let his short-time host that he was going to head out and thank him for letting him use the phone. But he was nowhere to be found. Arthur debated going upstairs, but it felt intrusive. At the same time, he couldn’t leave without a word.

When he got to the top, everything was dark, quiet. It looked like a setting for the horror movies Alfred was so fond of. 

“Um…Sir? I don’t mean to intrude but…I just wanted to let you know, I’m finished with the phone and–”

The door at the farthest end of the hall creaked, and two eyes glowing in the dark stared out from the room. Arthur wasn’t one to scare easily. He had always had an interest in the paranormal, but those eyes stared at him like a cat at a mouse. 

“Thank you for letting me use your phone,” Arthur went on, voice strong though his legs felt like they were about to give out. Had it always been this cold? “But I really must be going.”

The predatory eyes softened, almost with hesitancy before slipping into the room. 

A smarter man, a man who valued his life, would have left then and there. But Arthur lost his self-preservation long ago. He approached the room, not entering it just yet. “Everything alright there, mate?”

“Go,” the man growled, voice choked.

“You don’t sound okay though. I can’t just leave you–”

The man lunged out of the darkness. “GET OUT!”

Arthur stumbled back, almost falling in the process if it wasn’t for the strong arms that caught him. 

The man’s eyes were staring at him again like he was prey. His lips parted slightly, revealing the tips of two sharp canines. Everything clicked. 

“You’re hungry aren’t you?” Arthur breathed. 

“You’re not sca–No. You need to go. I…”

“What’s your name?”

“I…” The man looked away, swallowing thickly. “Ludwig.”

“Arthur.”

“What?”

“My name is Arthur. Figured we should introduce ourselves if we’re going to–”

Ludwig’s face hardened. “ You  are going to leave.”

“I should have known by your sickly complexion, the dizziness I felt around you, the way I couldn’t look away. I know what you are, and it’s okay.” Arthur raised his wrist to Ludwig. “You  need  human blood. You can’t go forever without it, and you know it.”

“I just met–”

“Doesn’t matter. Just do it. Wouldn’t be the first time…”

Ludwig licked his lips, staring at the wrist hungrily. He cautiously took it. With an affirming nod from Arthur, Ludwig drew his fangs and pierced the tender flesh. 

Arthur winced, but the slight sting did not last long before a euphoric warmth washed over him. He bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed. It was intoxicating, filling him with a light feeling, fog settling over his brain. Like being high. 

His legs began to shake. Luckily Ludwig still had a hold on him, so when his legs did give out, Ludwig kept him upright. 

It only lasted a few minutes, but for Arthur, it felt longer. He shivered when Ludwig lapped up the last of the blood that trickled out. 

“Arthur?” Ludwig called, though he sounded so much farther than he was, “Arthur are you okay?”

Arthur’s tongue weighed heavy in his mouth, his vision blotted with dots. 

“Arthur? Arthur!...thur? Ar…thur.”

— — — 

Arthur came to a couple of hours later. For a moment, he thought he might have dreamed the whole car breaking down and then becoming a vampire’s food. But this wasn’t his bed and his arm was wrapped in a bandage. 

Despite still feeling light-headed, Arthur sat up, looking around the room. It was rather large, probably the cleanest and most sturdy looking out of all the rooms he had seen so far, but it was hard to tell in the darkness.

“Ludwig?” Arthur called, voice soft, syllables caught in his throat. “Are…Are you still there?”

He rose to his feet, head spinning, he tried to take a step, but he only fell forward. But he never hit the floor, once again wrapped into a warm embrace. Which was surprising considering those arms belonged to the undead. 

“You have a nasty habit of falling don’t you,” Ludwig chuckled. 

It felt as though Arthur’s stomach would flop onto the floor. But he didn’t want to leave the hold even with the fear his guts would spill at any moment. It must have been a side effect of the blood-drinking. 

Ludwig easily scooped him up and laid him back on the bed. 

“I think I may have taken a bit too much,” Ludwig explained, tucking Arthur back into bed, “So please. Stay the night and rest. It’s the least I can do after what you did for me.”

“Okay…But could I get some water?”

“Oh…Oh yes of course. Sorry.” 

The water helped clear the last of the fog, but his body still felt heavy.

“Are you…hurt at all?” Ludwig asked hesitantly, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. 

“No. I mean, I may have a small mark for a bit, but nothing is painful.”

Ludwig ran his fingers over the bandage. He pulled away quickly, cheeks slightly pink. “Sorry…Um…You should probably sleep.”

Arthur, also blushing, looking to the side awkwardly, nodded along.

“Wait,” Arthur blurted, “What happened with my car?”

“Don’t worry. I-I handled it. It should be good to go tomorrow morning. Another thank you for the…meal.”

“You don’t–”

Ludwig shook his head. “We’re strangers Arthur and yet you…”

“It was really nothing. I’ve done it before. Can’t have someone starving in front of me.”

“I…” Ludwig muttered under his breath, something Arthur couldn’t catch. “Nevermind. Just rest.”

Arthur was too tired to argue so he let it go, snuggling further into the sheets. 

— — —

The next morning, Arthur was as good as new. Not even the puncture wound was bleeding anymore.  

He pulled himself out of bed and headed downstairs. Crinkling was coming from the kitchen as he approached, and something sweet hung in the air. “Ludwig?” Arthur called, peeking into the kitchen. 

“Oh! Good morning Arthur. Your car should be all set, but I figured you’d be hungry so I picked you up some pastries.”

“Ludwig you–”

“A meal for a meal. Please.”

“You offered me a place to stay, fixed my car, and now this?”

“I could have killed you,” Ludwig shot back, “This is nothing.”

Arthur sighed and took the food. Ludwig didn’t seem like someone you wanted to argue with. Or perhaps less you didn’t want to argue and more like you couldn’t win. He nibbled at a fruit tart. “So…I guess I’ll be going…Thank you for everything.”

“Thank  you  for…everything.”

There was an awkward silence save for the dripping of a possibly leaking sink. 

“Do you–”

“Can you–”

Arthur huffed in amusement.

“You first,” Ludwig offered.

“I…If you ever need some human blood again…I wouldn’t mind seeing you again.”

“Arthur–”

“You want to be a healthy vampire, you need human blood every now and then.”

“How do you even know that?”

“Um…” Arthur drawled, leg bouncing, “Let’s just say I…work…With your kind. Like a counselor of sorts.”

Ludwig quirked a brow. “So you know what you’re getting into?”

“More or less.”

Ludwig bit his lip. “Let me sleep on it. I’ll let you know in a few days at the most.”

Arthur was already scrawling his number onto a scrap piece of paper. “Here. When you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Arthur. Really.”

“If this is going to work, enough with the thank yous,” Arthur groaned, already heading to the door, “It gets old fast.”

“O-Okay. Um…See you around?”

Arthur turned his head, showing his smirk. “I’ll see you again Ludwig.”

#hetalia #hws #gereng #geruk #engger #hws england #hws germany #vampire au #consensual blood drinking #vampire germany #gereng week #gereng week 2023 #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #not mine

[redds-art828]

Gereng Week Day 4!! Hurt/Comfort.

A rough night for both of them :(

@gereng-week

I’m behind/late still but I got school and other stuff so 😭😭 also coloring was very rushed as I did not care at that point :,((

#hetalia #hws #redbear’s art #aph #aph hetalia #hws hetalia #hws england #aph england #gereng #hws germany #aph germany #gereng week 2022 #gereng week

[newhetaliafan]

@gereng-week

Day 1: First Meeting || Angel/Demon

#Hetalia #Gereng week 2023 #Gereng #Hetalia Germany #Hetalia England #Fern's fanart

[aster-riskite]

Hey it's me. I'm sure you already know what I'm going to ask.

GerEng...and for the prompt...I'm currently studying for midterms and burning out so something about studying/working and getting burnt out?

Hello omg 😳 Gladly!

Have a lil... softness. :)

"A Brief Recess"

Feat. The silly little guys i guess B)

It was a boring day. A day so normal that an immortal nation-personification-representative would never remember it under normal circumstances. Though, the assembly was a thing to remember.

That's what Arthur believed anyways. It was so incredibly boring that he began to watch his fellow "delegates" during this day's boring summit, watching their bored faces scrunch in disapproval. Though, when his eyes fell on a certain man, he felt the boredom replace itself with a new feeling. One he tried not to acknowledge.

Ludwig, normally the most alert of anyone, looked entirely disheveled. His eyes were halfway closed throughout the current speaker's remarks, and his pen was clicked lazily throughout the whole thing. Even his hair, normally slicked back, was messy and a bit unkempt. That little ballpoint pen might have been the only reason he was still awake. One had to wonder how he had come to this point, but the answer was obvious: the man was working himself to death.

This was unacceptable. Not because he wasn't being professional, but because the exhaustion was further progressed than it should ever be. It was unacceptable because it made Arthur worried. Too worried.

Ludwig even looked ill. He looked like he could collapse at any moment. The sight was so pitiful that Arthur had to pity him, indulging his caring heart.

He raised his placard, labeled "England," and coughed to get the speaker's attention.

"Motion to hold a brief recess, fifteen minutes."

"Herr Kirkland," The speaker, Roderich, began. "We're an hour out from the end of today's gathering. Can't it wait?"

"What of it? It's not like anyone's listening to you, you've been going on about your finances in so many directions that I can't think straight."

"... Does anyone second this?" The Austrian asked, annoyed.

A few placards were raised, further annoying him.

"Any opposed?" He hissed.

Ludwig was the only one to oppose, at which Arthur shot him a glare. Not of anger, but of disbelief.

"Seeing a majority of seconds, the motion is granted." Roderich scoffed as he announced it as the host of this day's events. "Take your fifteen minutes already." He seemed a bit salty.

At that, Arthur stood and went to Ludwig's side, sitting right next to him.

"What do you want, you wanted time to rest. Go take it..." The German was unusually quiet as he scolded the Englishman. He sounded almost like he was whining, as opposed to a usual demanding tone.

"That wasn't for me." Arthur started, equally quiet for his sake. "It was for you."

"What-?" A brow raised was all Ludwig could muster.

"I'm serious! Why are you so disheveled? You look like you've just crawled out of the fires of the underworld." He had a penchant for exaggerating, but this time, it was true.

"I might as well have, I've been working all week." He rolled his eyes, staring back at Arthur.

The moment they finally made eye contact, Ludwig felt himself melting. Not because he was upset, but because Arthur was. It was as if there was an underlying care in his scolding glare.

"Have you even eaten?" Arthur asked, prompted by the way Ludwig sunk into the table.

"You of all people should know we can survive without-"

"Immortality be damned, you need food! And what about water? Or a bath?"

"Um.." It was at that point that Ludwig finally crumpled a bit, falling more into the desk. "..no."

"Bloody hell- I'll have to do something about that, won't I?"

Ludwig tensed.

"Calm down, I'll take you somewhere for dinner. Tonight. Actually, right after the meeting ends."

"Are you... are you sure?" In spite of everything, Ludwig blushed a bit. This was an odd way to be asked out. Especially considering the situation.

"Positive. For now, though, I'm going to get you a water. Stay here and rest your eyes, alright?"

"Mhm..." He didn't hesitate to lay his head down on the desk. In fact, he could barely resist sleep. And so, as the world darkened around him, he let himself imagine being held in the arms of someone he'd been admiring for far too long. Someone with emerald green eyes he could lose himself entirely in.

He opted to blame his heart for making his head hurt, rather than the lack of hydration.

Arthur left hastily, running to the nearest vending machine he saw and putting in a bill. Once he had obtained the water, he returned to the conference room, only to see that Ludwig had fallen asleep before he could come back.

Poor dear.

Setting the bottle down by the placard, he took his place at the table once again. In spite of the recess' end, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Ludwig, as if hoping to will the man into rest. Gradually, he noticed himself getting a little too hot for the room, his face burning.

"What is wrong with me..?" He asked himself, accidentally out loud.

All eyes were on Arthur Kirkland in that moment. The subject of the room's curiosity went red in the face.

"Bugger off, would you?"

Except, they didn't. Not even when the meeting ended, and Arthur went quietly to Ludwig's side to wake him gently.

A few words were audible to anyone who listened:

"Come on, love. It's time to go."

"But-"

"No buts." Arthur lifted the taller man out of his seat on his shoulder with considerable effort. "Christ, you're heavy-"

"Oh, I can stand-" Ludwig held his own weight, despite wobbling a bit.

"No, it's fine. Feel free to lean on me, actually." Arthur held his hand as they walked outside, taking a moment every now and then to check on the taller.

Ludwig looked a little less exhausted, which was good. He slowly got into a rhythm with his steps, signifying a return to the waking world. Of course, when he almost walked out into traffic, Arthur had to grab him.

Neither minded, though. Bar the scary experience.

"You alright there?"

"Less tired now..." His dull eyes betrayed him, proving his answer to be a lie. "Can we just go back to the hotel? It's on the way."

"Of course, but I'm still buying you food."

"You don't have to, I can-"

"Shush." Arthur continued to lead him until the reached the building of their chosen hotel. It wasn't a difficult journey, after all.

Soon enough, Ludwig was on the couch in his room. He breathed deeply, trying to relax.

"There we go... Is there anything in particular you want?" Arthur put a blanket over him.

"Bread... That's all I could want right now..."

"I understand. I'll be back soon, alright?" Without thinking, Arthur put his hand underneath Ludwig's chin, effectively holding his gaze up.

Both men blushed, silently staring at each other for a solid minute.

"...what did you say again?"

"Just- Go to sleep. I won't be gone long." Arthur tore himself away, headed for the door with a huff.

Ludwig put his own hand where Arthur's was now missing, smiling to himself. "Don't, uh... don't forget the key."

"What do you take me for? As a gentleman, it's my duty to remember such things. And as an ill man, it's your duty to rest."

"I'm not ill-"

"You fit the bill, now lie down already."

With a sad face, Ludwig followed the order, watching the Englishman leave.

Arthur left, still red in the face and struggling to make his heart stop racing. He thought back on his decision to force the assembly to have a recess, reminding himself of one thing: it was just a kind gesture.

Right?

It may not have been something Ludwig would have asked for, but it was something he needed.

Arthur didn't want to admit that he cared, but after his actions today, he may be forced to. It wasn't like he was trying to care, it just happened. "Curses..." was all he could say in response to his heart's foolish insistence upon making him blush for that self-destructive fool.

He didn't realize that he'd been distracted, thinking about Ludwig, until he was back at the doors of the hotel with some groceries in hand. Once the door was unlocked, he was brought back to reality, because reality was far more necessary to think about than his own heart.

Ludwig woke at the sound of the hotel door opening, blinking a bit. "Oh, it's you... Where am I?" He looked confused, but not scared.

Arthur chuckled. "You're in a hotel, and I'm back with bread."

"Oh, good... I'm hungry."

"Good, because that's the whole reason I went out." He smirked and set the bag on the counter. "How does sourdough sound?"

"Good... Don't try to toast it, though." Ludwig tried to stand.

"Don't you dare try to stand, you're supposed to be resting."

"Mm... Wait, but-"

"No sir. Don't you dare." He gave Ludwig a look.

The man was back on the couch in mere seconds.

"Good. Now don't you worry about a thing." Arthur walked back to the room, a few slices of bread on the plate, along with some butter. He sat down next to Ludwig, unintentionally curling up next to him.

"Is there a reason you're...?" The German put an arm around him nonetheless.

"No... But if it gets you to rest, I don't mind it." There were more reasons than that, but excuses were a comfort he tried to enjoy.

"Well, it's okay... I like it..." Ludwig started to drift off again, holding Arthur to his chest.

"I like it too." Arthur muttered. He let himself be held, relaxing as well.

Through the night, the pair cuddled each other. They slept peacefully, not even disturbed by each other's warmth. The soft rise and fall of each chest lulled them both into true rest.

The day had been boring, sure, but the night was gentle enough to remember.

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Gereng week 2022

Day 3: Royal au

I based this one off of the Barbie as the Island Princess.

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