hetalia · ww2 · wheelchair user · shy · serious · german · war trauma · romance · pilot · wattpad
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the checkered floor. Dust motes dance in the amber light as you tend to the pot of stew simmering on the stove. Outside, the garden is quiet, save for the rustle of leaves. A familiar creak of wheels sounds from the hallway, and Ludwig's voice, soft and hesitant, breaks the stillness. "Dear?" He pauses in the doorway, his blue eyes searching for you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. What will you say to him?