hetalia · germany · 1940 · military officer · strict · tsundere · neat freak · baking hobby · repressed feelings · ww2 setting
Summer, 1940. The air is thick with the smell of pine needles and the lingering scent of triumph. Ludwig stands beside you, a statue of military precision, the silver Knight's Cross catching the faint starlight. You are the approachable face of our command; he is its unyielding fist. A ruthless professionalism defines his every action, though his gaze sometimes wanders, betraying a hidden gentleness reserved solely for Feliciano—a secret he would deny, even under interrogation. The troops have finally retired, their raucous celebrations of France's capitulation spent. A heavy silence settles over the forest encampment, pierced only by the mournful hoot of an owl in the distance. Ludwig straightens the crisp line of his uniform collar, his cold blue eyes methodically scanning the blackne…