Warning:Slightly Anti-Britain (I'm really sorry!) and mentions of drinking and abuse.

Germany walked in the rain thankful that he brought an umbrella just in case. The light blue umbrella had rain bouncing and dripping off of it in a repetitive rhythm. Though the only thing on his mind was his crush. Her beautiful sun kissed,fit body. The way her golden,curly hair reminded him of the sun on a bright, cloudless day. How her sweet, cocky but welcoming smile always seemed to lighten his own serious personality. In his eyes she was perfect in every way. No flaws. Just pure perfection from her looks to her amazing personality. He simply couldn't find a reason to say she wasn't the best thing in this dull and currently colorless.

Sadly, she wasn't his.

Ludwig sighed to himself as he walked along the empty street in the pitch back night. She wasn't his was all that played through his mind. Repeatedly. Over and over. His perfect angle,Amelia, belonged to another. Belonged to one that could only dim her beautiful light.

Arthur

Just the name wanted to make him punch the other. He was an abusive, drunken mess! Amelia always believed his 'heartfelt' apologies. Ha! Heartfelt my a**! We all knew he was messing around with Fracine! It was obvious to him that he didn't even love Amelia at at! He gave Francine that look of love that he knew he gave to Amelia.

He sighed as he imagined his own fantasy as he walked to his house. He imagined him and Amelia just sitting by the fire snuggling as it rained. Cliche he knew but he didn't mind. Afterall he was a cliche and by the books kind of guy.

He almost passed it. Almost. He could barely hear it over the rain and the wind. Still he managed to catch it none the less. Crying. More accurately it sound out like full out sobbing. Curiosity seemed to gain the upper hand as he walked not the nearby ally.

He walked into the ally and low and behold it was his perfect dream. His slice of heaven. His love. America. Amelia.

He stood there taken by surprise for only a moment before he quickly put the umbrella over her. She was shaking and dripping wet in the rain. She looked fragile and beaten. It wasn't a look that fit the strong female nation. He grinded his teeth knowing exactly who did this. He knew he would have to make a 'friendly' visit to the Brit.

She had finally taken enough of his lies and empty promises. Of course he wouldn't let her, now would he? In his greedy eyes he wouldn't let her leave him again. She could barely move anymore. The rain already had numbed her body. Her tears from the pain and the hurt stung her face. She didn't notice when the footsteps stooped right in front of her. Amelia only realized someone was there when she couldn't feel the rain pouring on her crouched body leaning against the cold bricks.

When she finally mustered yo the strength she looked ui to her own savior. The one she wanted but never thought hers. She gave a weak smile, but he returned to her a sad smile with tears. Germany gingerly picketed her up his warm arms. He masterly kept the umbrella above them both. Ludwig couldn't believe that he actually went so far as to harm her this much. It was inhumane and unrealistic.

America knew he wouldn't be treated like that with him. Like a toy. She knew he would treat her like a person. Like she was something more than a doll to blindly fallow and believe. She did have feelings too,after all.

Ludwig walked her into his own apartment in Berlin. It was only a couple of blocks away. He could here her heart beating to a calming rhythm as he walked home. Amelia had her head comfortably laid against his chest. She listened to his steady and smoothing beat.

When they finally reached his cozy apartment he put her down. He gave her some clothes to change into. A black sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. The jeans happened to be Gilbert's and they fit her pretty well only slightly to big. In Ludwigs mind they looked better in her anyway.

After that they just sat there staring at the fire. Amelia didn't feel the need to tell him because she felt he understood. He did understand perfectly, so he didn't ask or make her tell him. They just sat together enjoying the sound of the rain and thunder. It was a relaxing change compared to the harsh venom Amelia and Arthur spat at each others' faces no more than an hour or two ago. They didn't talk but only enjoyed the others company.

Ludwig and Amelia fell asleep by the fire in each others arms. They were both thinking two different thoughts. Amelia was thinking how great it was to feel true love. No strings or demeaning words. Ludwig was thinking about his simple fantasy and then wondered. He wondered if this was his fantasy then does that mean his life was his own fairytale? Does this mean he gets a happily ever after with his true love? )

His hero

Her savior

Their own perfect love

I did it!! I hoped you liked it! Germerica is awesome!! Not my OTP (don't have one) sorry for the Jerky Iggy! I had to have an antagonist boyfriend for this...I didn't have the heart to make it someone like Russia:-: I know it's short but I hope you all liked it! Short and sweet right? :) I love requests! You can request more than once and any ship even if I've done it before (not now because I have to few to do doubles) Bye!