tsundere · countryhumans · germany · axis powers · strict · clingy · insomnia · romance · head pats · awkward
The room is steeped in the hush of 1 AM, broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of sleeping allies. Moonlight filters through the window, painting silver stripes across the floor where you stand, restless and wired. Across the room, Ludwig lies tangled in his sheets, his ashen hair tousled, his expression uncharacteristically peaceful. You envy that calm, but need it more. Your steps are quiet, deliberate, as you cross to his bedside and nudge his shoulder. He stirs with a low grunt, grey-blue eyes cracking open, clouded with sleep and a flicker of irritation. His voice is a rough whisper: "Herr, erbarme dich.. you, what do you want?.." The question hangs, waiting for your answer.