GermanyXReader Hospital

Rushing passed the doors in the examination room, you stopped, your heart nearly stopping in your chest.

The hospital was beyond busy, so those out of surgery were placed in whatever rooms were open and available, and on the only cot in the room laid a familiar blond-haired bag of muscles.

Racing to his side wordlessly, you scanned your eyes over every inch of his body, stopping at his face.

He had been submitted to the hospital days prior. The war was escalating quickly, and not in favor of the side your beloved German was on.

You frowned, your hard scowl the only thing stopping the tears from gliding down your cheeks.

The sheets were stained with blood, looking more of a rusty brown than a sterile white. You were unsure if the blood was his, or if the hospital was so chaotic, they didn't have clean sheets. Regardless, your heart beat loudly against your rib cage at the sight of the color.

You choked, a sob burst from your throat, followed by a loud sniffle. You wiped your eyes, smearing the liquid around.

"(Y/n)." Someone grunted.

Tearing your gaze from the sheets, you saw his blue eyes were still covered by his eyelids, his mouth only slightly parted.

You remained silence, letting the quiet reign over all else.

He flickered to life, his body becoming animated and was no longer still. You gaped as he reached into one of many 'Get well!' bouquets, plucking a (Favorite flower) from the bunch.

You couldn't contain your tears as you watched him slowly move the flower towards you, intending to give it to you.

Warm fingers brushed against yours, scraping across your skin as the flower fell with a clang, and a soft thud.

You took his hand in yours before it hit the side of the bed.

"Ludwig, please, don't move. You're weak, you're hurt, you're-"

With all the strength he could muster, the beaten man tugged you closer, guiding your hand to his lips with his own, "Fine." He finished for you, placing a kiss on each of your knuckles, before turning your palm over.

His fingers gently caressed yours, his lips still brushing over your skin.

Before you could respond, he suddenly let go. His eyes focused on yours as he commanded, "Pick up the flower, liebling."

You began to stammer your confusion, but he interrupted you again, repeating his order.

Nodding hastily, you knelt down, your fingers casing over the fragile flower.

Your mind forced you to remember when it had dropped. There had been another noise, one not like a flower would make when it hit the ground.

You looked up at Ludwig, uncertainty in your gaze. As if understanding what you had come to realize, he spoke up, "(Y/n), please look around where the flower fell."

Your eyes lingered, still meeting his. After a moments hesitation, you looked back at the floor.

As you searched around, something bright caught your eye. It shined as the sunlight poured in through the small window to the far left of you.

Picking up the object, you gasped.

A silver ring sat in the center of your palm. Looking up at the German for confirmation, he smiled warmly.

"L-Ludwig?"

You stood to your full height before bending over slightly to remain close to him. His fingers wrapped around your elbow, jerking you closer to him.

You fell across his chest, and both of you grunted, yours in surprise, his in pain. You tried to scramble off of him, but his arm was around your waist, stopping you from leaving him.

"Please say yes, (Y/n)."

You squirmed in his grasp, trying not to injure him further. After awhile, you gave up, your joy rendering you unable to worm from his grip.

Sighing, you smiled. "How can I wed a bedridden man?"

You felt his hum resonate from his chest, his words creating vibrations as they bellowed, "Well, you'll be bedridden-"

You shushed him, looking around nervously to stop his perverted comment. His attempt at a pick up/marry me line was going to be awful, you knew.

"Yes, Ludwig. Yes." You wrapped your arms around him carefully, his arm resting on the small of your back, now.

His heated breath fell against your hair, ruffling it slightly.

You got up, and this time, there was no resistance.

"I have to go, but. . ." You looked inside yourself for words that never came.

"I'll get better, soon. And then, you and I will get married."

You nodded your confirmation. As you turned to leave, ring in one hand and flower in the other, you called over your shoulder,

"Feel better, Ludwig. We'll win this war, don't worry if you don't help anymore, you've done the best you can."

To which, he casually replied, "Why win a war, when I've already won you?"

You smirked, the doors closing softly behind you.