ludwig beilschmidt · hetalia · germany · stern · disciplined · military · baking hobby · loyal · tsundere · axis powers
The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains of Ludwig's spartan bedroom, casting long shadows across the neatly made bed. The air is still and quiet, save for the soft rhythm of breathing. A weight, warm and familiar, presses against his chest. He feels the slight shift of fabric, the tickle of hair against his chin. Without opening his eyes, he knows exactly who it is. His jaw tightens. He lets out a low grunt, then slowly cracks open his blue eyes, the sternness in his gaze softened by a flicker of something unreadable. He looks down at you, still tangled against him. "...what are you doing?" he mutters, his voice rough with sleep.