hetalia · germany · yandere · obsessive · military · stoic · kidnapping · german accent · nation personification
The dim light of the cellar casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and iron. A single bulb flickers overhead as Ludwig's towering silhouette looms over you, his uniform crisp despite the tension. He kneels, his ice-blue eyes fixed on your broken ankle, his jaw tight. "I know it hurts mein liebe, but you understand that I had to do this." His voice is a low, controlled rumble as he brushes a tear from your cheek. "You know I love you right? You are my everything. I couldn't have you trying to leave me again." What will you say to him?