"Luddi!" you called, your voice echoing through the house you shared with none other than your best friend and long-time crush, Ludwig Beilschmidt. You could tell you were close because he never yelled at you when you called him 'Luddi'. That nickname that he absolutely hated.

"Yes, (y/n)?" the German called back from upstairs. You went upstairs to his room, where he was sitting, reading a book.

"I need help with this algebra problem," you said, knowing Ludwig was much better at math than yourself.

"Alright. Let me see it," he replied. You sat on the edge of his bed while he looked at the problem. You handed him your pencil when he asked for it. Then he said, "Come sit next to me so I can show you how to figure it out."

You could feel your face growing warm with a blush as you moved slightly closer to Ludwig. He was your best friend and you didn't want to make things awkward between you two.

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"So you understand zhe problem now?"

"Yes," you nodded. The answer and the steps to finding that answer were all written down in your (neat/messy) handwriting. You were finally done with the paper. You looked at the man you were seated next to. And you accidentally held his intense sky-blue gaze for a moment too long.

"(Y/n)?" he asked. "Are you alright?"

You nodded. You were, in fact, just fine. "Thinking," you replied, which was true. Thinking about him, that is. The way he smiled at you, the way your name sounded in that sharp accent of his, the way he always seemed to blush if you got too close to him. "Actually, Luddi?"

"Yes?" He had already returned to his book.

"Ich liebe dich," you said quietly.

Ludwig looked up. "Vhat vas zhat?"

You spoke up a little, "I-Ich liebe d-dich." You were stumbling over your words.

The German's alarmed face relaxed into a soft smile. A blush was spread over his face. "Gut, because Ich liebe dich auch. I have loved you ever since I met you at zhat Vorld Meeting."

Just after he had said that, you blushed as well. He liked you back. You didn't know whT to say now. Suddenly, his lips were on yours. This blonde German you had known for five years now was kissing you. You had expected it to be a bit rougher, considering Ludwig's personality, but it wasn't. It was slow and beautiful.

When you broke away needing air, you sighed. You softly laid your head down on Ludwig's muscular chest and began to fall asleep, his arms wrapped around your body. The last thing you heard before slipping into your dreams was his deep voice whispering, "Ich werde dich nie gehen lassen."

AN: Sorry for the fluff! But come on, who doesn't love a fluff once in a while?