This is a request from teasinner 

This is going to be a GerAme story! Even though GerIta will always be canon in my heart, I do like the idea of these two together. Also, just realized Germany is taller by two inches (he's 5'11 and America is 5'9)

ENJOY!!!

TRIGGERS- Talk about Holocaust and abuse

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Germany was a man with a straight schedule.

He woke up the same time every morning, no matter the day, the weather, or his health. He cooked, for the most part, a healthy and hearty breakfast. He would workout: jog for a bit and lift some weights. He would then shower, dress for the day, do his planned duties, and then went to his office until lunch. His afternoon was spent doing more paperwork until early evening when he cooked himself a small dinner and spent the rest of the night unwinding with a beer and a book before going to bed.

So how the everloving fuck Japan convinced him to come to his sleepover with the G8 was beyond even God's comprehension.

Germany had arrived early to the sleepover to help his ally set up. The Japanese man opened the door for his friend and gave him a list. Germany, the diligent worker he was, set up the table and snacks, got the beverages set up, and got the board games out. Japan then returned to the living room with a small sigh, sitting nicely on his tatami mat.

"Vhere vere jou?" Germany asked as he stretched. It was quiet at Japan's place, something Germany enjoyed.

"I was preparing the rooms. Itary just cancerred since Romano and Spain are too drunk to take care of themserves," Japan explained, "I just rearranged the roommates. I'm rearry sorry Germany-san" Turns out the rooms were situated in pairings, and Germany's new roommate left him queasy.

He was rooming with America, great...

The guests arrived one by one: England, France, Russia, and Canada. However, America came a half hour late. He was about to get scolded by England before everybody realized America had bought a large stack of pizzas in.

"Sorry I'm late dudes! Japan, no offense, but your pizza joints suck! I just had these babies jetted over from New York City! I hope you guys like them!" America set down the stack on the table gently and opened the box, the smell of fresh pizza filling the room.

"Merci Amerique!"

"Spasiba Amerika!"

"Arigato America-san!"

"Thanks Al!"

"Thank you, America"

"Xièxiè America!"

Germany was frozen for a moment as America handed him a slice, "Danke, America,"

The nations chowed down on the pizza, enjoying the taste. They all drank soda, being that Japan didn't want America and Canada drinking alcohol and he didn't need a drunk France or Britain. As soon as they finished dinner, they played a few board games together. America and Russia got into a personal chess match, and the other nations were cheering on their favorite. They played Just Dance, to which they found America to be pretty good at dancing and had a great sense of rhythm. The group of nations loved to cheer on America, except for Germany. He was always silent and took maybe four Advil every few hours. He hated rowdy places and didn't expect the other nations to actually be like this. The group of nations then opted to watch a movie, and after ten minutes all agreed on "Sausage Party" 

For America and Canada, they had watched it before and knew what to expect. Everyone else, however... Not even ten minutes in and there's a Holocaust reference, making Germany shift uncomfortably.

"Germany, dude? You ok? It's not supposed to offend you, sorry if it is," America comforted a bit. Germany grunted and shrugged off America's comforting hand. The sexual innuendo in the film did utter laughs from the nations though, and Canada and America had to explain the metaphor of Europeans invading Native land during the nonperishables high session. The movie did get a few feels too, like when the main character montage to Meatloaf's "I Would do Anything for Love" Finally, the ending scene came up. Let's just say this version was highly uncensored. England dove to America and covered his eyes, and France did the same for Canada.

"Papa! I've seen this before! I'm not a kid!"

"Iggy! Seriously?!" the elder nations chuckled, and even Germany smiled slightly. Sooner than they realized, it was around 11:30 at night. The nations all went to their appointed room and began to change into their sleepwear. Germany walked in and saw Alfred changing, scars littering his sculpted yet curvy body. Germany also changed, trying his hardest not to think terribly dirty thoughts. The two got situated on their mats and bidded each other goodnight. 

Germany woke up in the middle of the night to whimpering. His eyes slowly opened and he sat up, looking over to America. The boy was shaking and crying, clearly having a nightmare. Germany crawled over and gently shook him.

"America, vake up. Jou're having un nightmare," he whispered. America just shook harder and his face contorted with pain, "America!" he whispered yelled. He didn't want to wake anybody. America still hadn't budged from his unconscious state, so Germany snagged him by the shirt and shook him crazily, "America!" he whispered yelled the loudest he could. America's eyes bolted open and he began to pant. He was shivering in fear and words were caught in his throat. He looked up to see Germany's cold eyes and sat up on his own, gently shoving Germany off.

"S-sorry Germany, dude... I d-didn't mean to disturb you... I think I'm going to take a walk through Japan's garden..." America stood up quickly and gracefully ran out. You could barely hear America's feet move on the flooring. Germany thought for a bit and settled for waiting for America to return to the room before confronting him. However, as the clock ticked and an hour passed, Germany got up and decided to look for America. He left the room and wandered around the house before leaving for the garden. He walked for a bit, marveling at Japan's impressive statues and waterfalls. Then he heard sniffling, a quiet almost silent sound that no normal person could pick up on. Germany walked towards the sounds, curious. He came to the little bridge and saw America's back leaning on a tree. he walked closer and quietly, to not startle him. But upon coming behind him, what he saw shocked him to bits.

America was clutching himself and crying into his knees, whimpering something quietly. Germany listened and heard the most heartbreaking words, "it wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault," Germany knelt down and put a hand on America, making the smaller nation jump and yelp, "Germany?" America asked. The taller nation nodded and hugged America close. He normally detested touching others, especially America, but this time was an exception. Germany knew America needed to be comforted.

"Vould jou like to share," Germany asked softly once America gained his composure. America sighed and looked at Germany.

"It was just a flashback to World War Two. Just something stupid," America mumbled. Germany's eyes widened.

"Vhat happened?" he was greeted by silence, "tell me, America. Vhat happened to jou?" Germany was a nation who played by the rules. He knew he was pushing the line, but he had to know what happened.

"I was freeing a camp when I was captured by some random guy. He had me chained up somewhere, I was too tired to really say where. He said he had been a survivor of the Nazi party and escaped. He knew what you guys were doing was bad. But..." America brushed a scar that was on his neck, a long gash that was pulsing. Germany was surprised, he never noticed such a long tear in America skin before this, "he blamed my kind for such a thing. When I asked him what he meant he snagged my face. I can remember his exact words, 'your blonde hair and blue eyes caused this. He loved all of you. It's your fault this war happened. Now it's your kind who must suffer' I was so confused. But then the guy pulled a dagger on me and sliced open my neck, taking off and leaving me for dead. When I woke up, Britain and Canada were looming over me. Apparently, Mattie had found me when searching for survivors and came across the cell I was in. The two of them were berating me with questions, but I was still so traumatized I couldn't remember. It took four years for the memory to resurface after going to a therapist. He hypnotized me and I spilled everything. He went to his deathbed with that story, and I never told anyone else but you. But, sometimes, I remember his face. The scar only appears for a short while, usually after I calm down. Most of my scars only reappear when I remember them," Germany was mortified. He had heard of a quote "vigilante" who was killing the people of the perfect race, but he had been detained after only two cases. Alfred must have been his first victim. The German felt anger towards the man and embraced America tighter. He noticed the scar was still pulsing as he hugged Alfred from behind and rocked him.

"tut mir leid" Germany softly apologized. America hummed in acknowledgment. Germany then did something he never thought he'd do. His head leaned down and he kissed Alfred's scar. The scar that was given to America by one of his citizens. America went rigid at first but relaxed into Germany's embrace.

(I am sorry) 

"It wasn't your fault," Alfred calmly retorted as he fell asleep in Germany's arms. The taller blonde smiled softly and picked up the smaller nation, carrying him to their room. He pushed their futons together and laid Alfred down. He then proceeded to lay next to him, covering their muscular bodies with a warm blanket.

"Schlaf gut, dear America," Germany whispered before nodding off himself, cuddling with America.

(sleep well)

When sunrise came, everybody was up except the two blondes. Japan had a worried expression gracing his face.

"How odd... Germany-san wakes up the same time every day..." Japan got up from the table, where he had a large spread of different food laid out. The rest of the group quickly followed behind. Japan knocked softly on the door but received no reply. So, sliding the door to the side, he saw a site worthy of yaoi. Germany was coddling America, his muscular arms tightly around America's shoulders. America's arms were wrapping under Germany's and his hands were clasping Germany's shirt. America's face was hidden under Germany's head, the nations each settling their heads in the crook of the other's neck. The two together shocked the other nations, but they weren't mad. Japan and France pulled out their cameras and took photo after photo. China and Britain took out their phones and, with a little aid from Canada on how to zoom in, took photos as well. Germany awoke to the sounds of the others, quickly opening his eyes and looking at them. His cheeks blushed madly, but redness for embarrassment turned to anger.

"Vhat ze Hell! Vhy do jou all feel so entitled to be taking photos of us like zat! Ve didn't do anything last night, he vas having un nightmare! Zat's all!" Germany was sitting up, still cradling the tiny American. The others ran out as Germany looked down at America. The nation's hand was clutching the front of his shirt now, and he looked like an angel, "schön"

(beautiful)

America then began to stir and looked up at Germany with a bright smile, "morning Germany," America sat up and stretched.

"Luvig," Germany corrected, "call me Ludvig,"

"Alrighty then, Ludwig. You can call me Alfred," Alfred kissed Germany's cheek and cheerfully skipped downstairs. Germany held his cheek and smiled softly, getting up and following him.

1 YEAR LATER

Germany had just finished a pile of paperwork when a knock was heard at the door.

"Come in!" he shouted as he prepared to clean his desk. Alfred waddled in happily, his bulging baby bump sweetly framed in his black and white striped sweater and leggings. America had black Vans and a black bandana on. Even if gay marriage was legal in Germany, men still couldn't have babies. He was carrying a plate and a glass of water.

"Luddy, I brought you some lunch," America set it down in front of him and rubbed his head. Germany smiled and stood up, hugging his husband and then setting him in his chair.

"How many times have I told jou to not to stress jourself. I vould have eaten eventually," Germany cooed and he sat in front of America, in between his legs. He grabbed the plate and put it and the glass in front of him.

"Ludwig, I still need to move around. The doctor said getting exercise would help with a healthy and easy delivery. Besides, I owe you this. You're doing my and your own paperwork. You deserve this much from me," Alfred rubbed Ludwig's head. The German bit into the sandwich and laid his head on Alfred's belly. His ear was right by where the baby loved to kick. Feeling the baby against his face as it kicked made Germany happy for reasons he couldn't explain.

"Hallo Schatz, how are jou doing today? It's jour vater," Ludwig's eyes sparkled when he felt the kick. America chuckled at Germany's quirky behavior.

(Hello treasure......father)

 Ever since they found out they were having a baby, Germany never let him do anything. Walking down the stairs, nope, he was carried. Cooking, never, Germany always took over if he caught America cooking. Meetings were a lot different too, Germany got super defensive with America. It gave Prussia a good laugh, seeing longtime bullies get chewed out by his brother. He and America had been friends for so long, and now they were basically brothers. He was getting a nephew or niece from him, oh boy was he happy. Germany cleaned, cooked, organized, worked, and did duties all on his own if he could. America did help lessen his load by taking phone calls and dealing with other diplomats.

"the little angel has been antsy a lot this week, but I'm due in a few days so it makes sense. Can you believe in seven days, we're going to be parents? Luddy, we're going to have a family of our own," Alfred smiled as Ludwig finished eating, placing the empty dish on his desk. He then got on his knees and kissed Alfred's belly all over. Their wedding rings were shining brightly because of the sunlight seeping through the window.

"Alfred, jou said before zat jou owe me. Vell, I disagree. Jou don't owe me anything, food, clothing, vork, nothing. Jour giving me a gift greater zen all of zose things! Alfred, jour giving me life," Germany wasn't one for sappy or cheesy words, but in that moment he said what he felt. Alfred kissed his head and smiled, Germany kissing back right away as he rubbed Alfred's belly.

"You remember the night we made this little rascal? Never thought you a whips and chains guy. I always figured if you had a kink it would be candlewax or some weird shit. By the way, where did you buy the ballgag? It fit nicer than others I've tried," Germany chuckled and playfully slapped the back of Alfred's leg. The two laughed again, relishing each other's presence.

3 DAY LATER

America had been in labor for six hours, worrying the Hell out of Germany. Alfred's screams of pain caused Germany's heart to break. This was agonizing for him to watch, but he couldn't even think to leave Alfred's side. Well, finally, a little boy popped out.

"Is it out?" Alfred panted. The doctor quickly put the baby on America's chest and then took it away to clean it. Suddenly, Alfred screamed again, "What the hell is going on?!"

"There is another head, you just need to push a little bit more ok?" the doctor soothed. Germany and America's eyes flew open. They were having twins! And they weren't the least bit prepared! America pushed and out popped a little girl. Both of the kids had Germany's lighter blonde hair and America's rare blue eyes, the two of them were gorgeous. After Alfred finally calmed down, he held his two babies. 

It was a surprise the other nations would surely love. The following meeting, Germany walked in with their firstborn, who they named Fritz. Right when they were about to question where America was, he strolled in with their daughter, Mira. The nations were silent as Alfred walked up to Germany and kissed his cheek. The nations looked side to side, seeing the babies side by side. Screams of adoration echoed as they realized Alfred had twins.

Looking back at it, Ludwig is happy he accepted Kiku's invitation. Had he not, he wouldn't have his husband or his kids. His life would still be a boring routine that he went through with robotic mannerisms. If it hadn't been for Kiku, Ludwig would have nothing. His life would be empty without his family. As Germany cuddled in his bed, staring down at his husband, he smiled brightly.

This is the life he always wanted but was too afraid to try. 

This is what life should be.

Life should be an adventure. One you should share with someone you love.

For Ludwig, that someone was America. His Alfred and beautiful children.