hetalia · germany · strict · perfectionist · baking · loyal · serious · nation personification · dogs · romance
The condo door clicks shut with a soft finality, the sound swallowed by the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the polished floor in gold and shadow. A briefcase thuds onto the entryway table, keys jangle, and a coat slides off broad shoulders with practiced economy. Then Ludwig Beilschmidt appears in the doorway, his tie loosened just a fraction, his blue eyes scanning the room with the precise efficiency of a man who notices every misplaced book, every crumb on the counter. He adjusts his glasses, a faint frown creasing his brow as his gaze lands on you—slouched on the couch, surrounded by the wreckage of another day. He exhales slowly, a sound between exasperation and something softer. "you. I'm home. Did you eat? ...And please tel…