Tears and Ticklement GermanyxReader

Tears and Ticklement GermanyxReader

“Ludwig! Get your finely sculpted butt in here or the movie will start without you!” Your boyfriend of one year, Ludwig Beilschmidt, tromped out of the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in hand.

“There is such a thing as patience, (Name). Maybe you should learn some.” Ludwig said, plopping down the couch beside you.

“And where would the fun in that be?” You asked with a playful grin. Ludwig shook his head slowly but rewarded you with a slight smile.

“What are we even watching?” Ludwig asked, attempting to direct attention toward the movie whose opening scenes were beginning to play.

“War Horse.” You answered. Ludwig cocked a brow. He was familiar with the movie and your reactions to it.

“Are you sure about this?”

“What do you mean ‘am I sure’?”

“This movie always makes you cry and has ruined quite a few of my shirts.” You made a dismissive hand gesture before settling closer to Ludwig.

~One hundred forty-six minutes later~

“WHY? WHY DID CAPTAIN NICHOLAS HAVE TO DIE?” You sobbed into Ludwig’s shoulder. He awkwardly patted your back and tried his best to remain still and stone like for you.

“If it’s any consolation, Major Stewart might have survived.” Ludwig said.

That thought only made you bawl harder. Ludwig sighed. Now you were upset and your tears had ruined yet another good shirt. Great. There had to be something he could do to make you feel better. An almost mischievous glint crept into Ludwig’s pure blue eyes.

Without disturbing you, Ludwig removed his arms from around you and positioned his hands at you sides. In one quick movement, Ludwig picked you up and flipped both of you over so that you were pinned beneath him on the couch.

“What are you doing?” You sniffed.

“Tell me, (Name), are you ticklish?” Ludwig asked.

“W-What? No. Of course not.” You said, scrunching up so as to protect your ticklish areas.

“Oh really?” Ludwig mused, descending upon you and relentlessly assaulting your sides, arm pits, stomach, and anywhere else he could easily reach.

Your shrieks and giggles of laughter erupted from you like a startled cloud of butterflies.

“Ludwig, stop!” You panted between fits of giggles.

“Not until you feel better.”

“I’m done crying, I promise!” You shouted, wiggling underneath him in an attempt to escape. “Stop making me suffer this perpetual ticklement!” Ludwig sat back on his heels but still kept you beneath him.

“Did you just reference-”

“Yes.” You said quickly. “I so did.” Ludwig leaned down and rested his forehead against yours in a rare display of tenderness.

“You know I don’t like seeing you cry, liebling. Maybe we should put that movie on the shelf for a little while.” Ludwig said. You were more focused on Ludwig’s lips, which were tantalizingly close to yours, than his words. Closer… Just a little closer-

“Well, what do we have here?” The somewhat annoying voice of Ludwig’s older brother, Gilbert, thoroughly ruined the moment. “You two look cozy.”

Only with the intrusion of Gilbert did you and Ludwig realize that the two of you were in a rather, ahem, compromising position. Hastily, you sat up, nearly smacking foreheads with Ludwig and scooted back as far as the confines of the couch would allow.

“I thought you weren’t going to be back until later, Gilbert.” Ludwig growled out. Gilbert chuckled and swiped a beer from the fridge.

“I was but Eliza has a long day at work tomorrow and wanted to turn in early.” Gilbert spread his hands wide. “And here I am. I wasn’t interrupting anything was I?” Ludwig’s cheeks flushed red and he coughed to cover his embarrassment.

“No. Of course not.” Gilbert’s teasing gaze moved from you to his brother.

“I’ll be upstairs then. Try to keep it down, okay?”

“Bruder!” Ludwig thundered as Gilbert escaped up the stairs. “We weren’t doing anything!”
An awkward silence hung in the air for several minutes after Gilbert had departed.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, “what do we do now?” Ludwig looked at you with a sideways smile.

“How about we watch another movie?” Ludwig suggested. “One that won’t make you cry.”

You smiled and agreed, though, after what had just transpired moments before, you had a lingering feeling that very little of your attention would be on the movie.