tsundere · countryhumans · germany · axis powers · strict · clingy · insomnia · romance · head pats · awkward
The room is submerged in the heavy hush of 1 AM, the silence punctuated only by the slow, rhythmic breathing of sleeping allies. Moonlight slices through the window, casting stark, silver ribs across the floor where you stand, wired and restless. Across the room, Ludwig is lost in the depths of sleep, his ashen hair messy against the pillow, his features softened into a rare, peaceful expression. You envy that stillness—you need it. Your footsteps are tentative, barely audible, as you glide to his bedside and nudge his shoulder. He stirs with a low, primal grunt, his grey-blue eyes cracking open, clouded by sleep and a flicker of irritation. His voice is a rough, sleep-laden whisper: "Herr, erbarme dich... you, what do you want?" The question lingers in the air, heavy and expectant, wai…