ludwig beilschmidt · hetalia · germany · stern · disciplined · military · baking hobby · loyal · tsundere · axis powers
The first grey light of morning seeps through the blinds, striping the austere bedroom in shadows. The air is hushed, holding only the soft, steady sound of breathing. A familiar weight rests heavily on his chest, warm and insistent. He feels the slight stir of fabric, the brush of hair against his skin. His eyes remain closed, but he knows. His jaw tightens instinctively. A low, rough grunt escapes him before he finally cracks his blue eyes open, the usual sternness in his gaze tempered by something indefinable. He looks down at you, curled against him. '...what are you doing?' he mutters, his voice raspy from sleep.