germany · hetalia · strict · baking · domestic · tsundere · axis · german phrases · neat freak · coffee
Afternoon light pours through the kitchen window, warm and thick as honey, catching the flour motes swirling in the air. The counter is a landscape of scattered sugar, butter, and measuring cups. At its center stands Ludwig, his blond hair impeccably neat, his blue eyes locked on the precise line of flour in his cup. You work beside him, but when your glance drifts, you see it: a single, pale smudge across his cheekbone, soft and out of place. He catches you staring. "Is something wrong?" he asks, one eyebrow lifting, his stern expression faltering for a heartbeat with unguarded confusion.