GermanyxReader: No More 2

        “Luddy!” I called, stretching my arms up over my head as I walked into the house. I set my laptop case down by the door and shrugged out of my suit jacket and tossed it onto the couch. I heard a refrigerator door slam and made my way to the kitchen. “Really Gil? How many times are you going to break into our house? Is it not enough to see me every day as your secretary enough?” I asked, leaning against the door frame. The albino looked up, bottle of beer in hand, and grinned.
        “Vell, it’s impossible to resist ze urge since you now live vight next door,” he said, walking up to me and taking a swig from the bottle. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk back to mine and Ludwig’s bedroom.
        “As long as you don’t take anything too valuable and leave enough beer for Lud, then we’re good,” I shouted as I slipped out of my skirt and tossed my shirt over my head.
        “Eh, Vest could live vizout beer for a day,” he replied. I snorted and pulled on a tank top and shorts.
        “Yeah, alright. When was the last time you’ve seen your brother go a day without at least one beer?” I asked, walking back into the living room. The Prussian paused in thought before shrugging and shaking his head. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought.” I heard a knock at the door and quirked an eyebrow. Ludwig would have just walked right in.
        “Bonjour ma chérie.” I rolled my eyes as Francis greeted me.
        “Hello Frenchie,” I replied, moving aside to let him in. “Lemme guess, Toni’ll be here soon?” I inquired, looking at the two. They nodded and I sighed as they flopped onto the couch. “Don’t you guys have your own houses?” They looked at each other and then shrugged.
        “Ja, but yours is vay more fun,” Gilbert said. I groaned and made my way to the kitchen as the two men talked. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and looked up through a kitchen window as I heard a car door slam. Ludwig was home. I grinned and walked back to the living room. I opened the door just as my boyfriend was walking up the steps.
        “Hey you,” I said, watching him through the screen. He looked up at me and smiled, something that was much more common nowadays.
        “Hallo liebe,” he replied, opening the door and scooping me into his arms. I giggled as he spun me around gently. My eyes began fluttering as he placed light kisses on my neck. I heard hushed chuckling behind us and tapped Ludwig gently on the shoulder.
        “L-Lud, honey,” I mumbled, “we have company.” He looked over my shoulder and I could just sense the glare he was sending his older brother.
        “Hey Vest!” Gilbert cried happily. I ran my fingers soothingly up my German’s spine and breathed in his ear.
        “He’s just coming to visit. Later,” I whispered, kissing his temple fleetingly before backing up. “You know they come to visit whenever they please. And besides, he’s you brother, you know you don’t mind.” Ludwig raised a questioning eyebrow at me and I giggled. “Go on, join them and I’ll start supper.”
        “Alvight liebling.” He kissed the top of my head and walked over to join his brother and Francis. I walked back into the kitchen set out what we would all have for supper and then grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and walked back out to Ludwig. He and Gilbert were deep in conversation when I gave him the drink. I smiled and rolled my eyes at the two.
        “You don’t need any ‘elp, do you _______?” Francis asked as I headed back. I shrugged and raised my hands in a kinda of iffy gesture.
        “I can do everything by myself, but if you want to help, it would be greatly appreciated,” I told him. He laughed and picked himself off the sofa and followed me into the kitchen. I heard Antonio come into the house not long after and by then, Francis and I were almost done cooking. We called everyone into the dining room and settled down to eat. Gilbird settled down next to Gilbert’s plate and indulged happily. We laughed and talked, shared been-told stories. It was like this at least once a week. The Bad Touch Trio would come over and one of them, usually Francis, would help make supper. It was nice. Everything was so comfortable and we didn’t have to worry about anything anymore.
        Eventually Gilbert, Antonio and Francis all left and Ludwig helped me wash up the dishes. I yawned as I watched him walk out. I put up the last few plates and quickly followed. I flicked off the living room and hallway lights as I walked to our room. I tripped slightly as I walked in and saw him changing into a pair of sweats and pulling his tank top off. I chuckled and sauntered up to him.
        “Hey there handsome,” I crooned, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his middle. He turned slightly to look at me and smiled.
        “Hallo Shatz,” he murmured, turning and wrapping his strong arms around my back. I grinned and buried my face into his chest. “You look tired.” I nodded, placing light kisses across his collar and shoulders. I squeaked as he picked me up, his strong arms holding me close. I snuggled into the embrace and wrapped my arms around his neck as he laid down on our bed.
        “Mmm, Ludwig,” I mumbled, yawning widely again. He chuckled and reached over and turned off his bedside lamp.
        “Yes _______?” he asked as he pulled the comforter over us. I pulled my hand up to rub at my eyes and I saw him watching it. He grabbed it as I went to lay it back down. I blushed slightly as he pulled my wrist up and kissed the thin, almost invisible scar there. “Are you happy liebling?” he inquired, rubbing his thumb gently over my wrist. I nodded and buried my nose against the crook of his neck.
        “Mhm, very much so.” His arm went back around my waist and gently tugged me close. “I’m glad things are the way they are. I couldn’t imagine anything better.” He kissed my forehead and I could feel him smiling against my hairline.
        “Gut. Ich liebe dich _______.” I sighed contentedly and felt myself falling into sleep as I rested my hands on his chest.
        “I love you too Lud. Danke”