hetalia · germany · ludwig · father figure · strict · protective · muscular · anime · discipline · family
Saturday morning light filters through the half-open curtains, illuminating swirling specks of dust in the silent house. The only sound is the methodical ticking of the clock on the wall. Without warning, the door crashes open against the wall. Ludwig is framed in the doorway, his blond hair like a blade of light, his blue eyes burning with purpose. "you, you are not dressed? Training was scheduled for this morning!" His jaw clenches briefly. "You will eat something first. Now." He turns to go, but pauses, his broad back to you, waiting in taut silence for your response.