GermanyxReader- Learning How to Dance

You knocked on the door of your friend’s house for what seemed like millionth time.

“Ludwig! Open up! I know you can hear me!” You shouted at the door to your German friend’s house. He was home, you knew this because, first of all, you called him about an hour to let him know you would be over in an hour because you were bored. And second of all, you could hear some sort of music playing faintly from inside the house. You sighed and rolled your eyes impatiently as you stooped down and lifted up the mat, revealing the emergency key that he kept under there.

You picked it up and slid it into the lock and turned it, than pushed the door open. The place looked empty, but you heard the music more clearly now. So you continued down the hallway following the sound of the music, which you now judged to be classical piano, until you came to Ludwig’s door.

“Ludwig?” You asked as you slowly opened the door a bit. Ludwig’s phone was connected to the speaker, which was playing the classical music, and Ludwig himself was dancing a slow waltz, by himself, in the center of the room. You opened the door completely, and Ludwig still hadn’t noticed you. His eyes were closed and he had a small smile plastered on his face as he danced around the room. You slammed the door to his room shut, and this brought him out of his trance as he jumped in the air in surprise and turned to you. His faced turned an incredibly bright shade of red.

“__-________!” He shouted. He ran over to the speaker and practically swatted his phone onto the floor, trying to disconnect it. “Um- H-Has an hour passed already I hadn’t realized-” he began babbling, which was very unlike him, before he shut himself up, his face remaining a bright shade of crimson.

“I didn’t realize you liked to dance,” you said, trying not to crack a smile. Ultimately you failed, and the German’s face turned from a bright crimson to a much deeper red.

“Vell I do,” he said in a tone that meant that he didn’t want to be contradicted. He picked up his phone and placed it on the table next to his speaker. You cleared your throat and managed to adopt a more straight face.

“Well okay than. Sure.” You said. Your friend crossed his arms and his face adopted an expression of I-do-not-believe-a-word-you’re-saying. But his face returned to it’s normal peach color instead of one of Antonio’s tomatoes. He sighed and rolled his eyes, turning away from you, which you took as a sign of him saying that he believed you after all. He placed his phone back on the speaker and unpaused the music, and classical piano began to
play through the speakers once more. He turned back to you, a small blush on his face.

“Um, _________, vould you, like, to dance?” He asked you, not being able to meet your eyes. You blushed.

“I-I don’t know how,” you said, looking down at the floor. It was true, but that wasn’t the only reason you didn’t want to dance with your life-long best friend. Truth was, you’d had a crush on him ever since you were little. And you were afraid of slipping up or embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“I can teach you,” he offered, holding out his hand. Your blush widened, but you took his hand. He showed you where you put your hands, and the dance step, and you two started dancing. It was slow at first, and you were both blushing like idiots. But pretty soon the dance began feeling more smooth, more natural. And you two began getting closer to each other, until before either of you knew it you were practically against Ludwig’s broad chest.

But suddenly and without warning Ludwig abruptly stopped dancing, and you were forced to stop. He didn’t step back though, and neither did you, so you two were simply standing in the center of his room, just looking at each other.

“Lud?” You said quietly, your face heating up. Ludwig’s face was hovering just above yours, his bright blue eyes looking into your (e/c) eyes. It was silent other than the classical music playing quietly in the background, but other than that everything else seemed to cease to exist as you and Ludwig stood there, only a few centimeters apart. After what felt like an eternity he seemed to wake up from a trance, he shook his head a little.

“Um, sorry,” he muttered, and began dancing again. But this time it felt a little different and you wondered what was up with your crush. After a few minutes of slow-dancing Ludwig stopped again.

“__-______-” he stammered, than cut himself off. “Nothing.” He mumbled, he started to try to move with the music again, but this time you weren’t budging.

“Ludwig, seriously, are you okay?” You asked him, looking up at him.

“I-I,” he stammered, looking at you, a blush plastered on his cheeks.

“Are you sick? Maybe you should l-” you began to say, but were cut off by a pair of lips as Ludwig closed the small distance between you two. You stood there for a brief second, to shocked to do anything, when suddenly your brain was able to process the fact that your long-time crush was kissing you. You kissed back and you two stood there for what felt like forever, and maybe you could have stood there forever if it hadn’t been for oxygen.

“Ich liebe dich,” Ludwig stammered out when you two finally parted. You surprised him by hugging him fiercely around the waist.

“Ich liebe dich auch,” you whispered as Ludwig hugged you back. The classical music continued to play in the background, and you might not have been able to see it, but Ludwig was smiling.