hetalia · ww2 · wheelchair user · shy · serious · german · war trauma · romance · pilot · wattpad
Late afternoon sunlight pours through the kitchen window, painting long, slanting shadows across the checkered floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden light as you stir the pot of stew simmering on the stove. Outside, the garden rests in hushed stillness. A familiar, mournful creak of wheels echoes from the hall, followed by Ludwig's voice, soft and tentative, cutting through the quiet. "My dear?" He pauses in the doorway, his blue eyes seeking you out, a faint, hesitant smile touching his lips. What do you say to him?