SkeleLock

    It's freezing. That much is obvious when it's nighttime during the winter. Why did the heater have to break now? At the worst possible time? Ugh, so stupid.    You shivered in your bed, your body heat insufficient in keeping you warm, even with your numerous blankets piled on top of you. You wondered how Gilbert was doing out on the couch. Poor guy was probably freezing, too.    The albino had hung out at your house all day like he usually did on the weekends, and he'd gone back to his house only to find his brother out with the door locked and his keys inside. He'd returned to your apartment and you let him stay for the night.    Y

You had decided to go to the library after school so you could study. You sat yourself down at an empty chair and cracked open your books. You read over the tiny print passages and sighed in frustration. Your final exam for your second language course was coming up on Monday, and it didn't help that you never were good with languages. "Why did I even take German," you groaned as you rested your head on the library table. "I have three days to learn a new language," you muttered. After you had complained about the language for a good hour, you decided to try and study some more. You looked over your notes in your notebook and tried to recoll

"________!" someone called loudly across the break room, causing you to wince at the harsh tone. What did I do this time? you wondered as you turned around to face the source of the outburst- a tall German man named Ludwig; a close friend of yours but not terribly forgiving when he noticed a mistake. "Y-yes?" you replied timidly as he stalked over to you. He noticed the intimidated look on your face and instantly seemed taken aback, rearranging his stern features into an awkwardly forced grin. "H-hallo ______, I didn't mean to startle you... erm, can I, ah, ask you something?" Pinpoints of sweat were gleaming on his brow, and you watched h

 “Hey, Ludwig.  What're you doing?” you asked as you peeked at him over his fence.  You were about to head into town and had noticed the German in his front yard.  He was wearing a black muscle shirt and knee-length shorts; his clothes did nothing to hide the muscular body underneath. “Oh, hallo, _____.  I'm picking dandelions to make coffee vith.”  (a/n: see Hetalia Beautiful World episode 1).  He placed a few of the weeds in a wooden basket, then stood up and wiped his forehead before brushing his hands through his sleek blond hair. “That's neat.  Here, I'll help you pick.”  You had a crush on your bl