I Don't Dislike You .:Germany x Reader:. Chapter 1

"It's already been ten minutes, can't we just go get a drink or something?" You complained as (s/n), your older sister by five years, tapped her foot on the ground while waiting for the two men. "You were never one for patience, were you (y/n)?" You groaned and cracked your fingers and shoulders, the muscle in your arms flexing and rippling under your (sk/c) skin. A group of men with suitcases walked by you and looked you over. One had the nerve to wolf whistle at you while his friends cackled in delight. Many deadly and dangerous thoughts formed and twisted in your brain as you glared daggers and fire into the back of their heads.

"It's not that I'm impatient," you said as you turned back to your sister, "it's just that ever since this fame thing kicked it, public life for me has been more awkward." (S/n) sighed. You did have a point. Being the best kick boxer and the (nationality) representative for karate in the Summer Olympics did come with pride and bragging rights, but it had its cons as well. Like the "need" for the public to confirm that you didn't use steroids while fighting against a challenger, or if you finally got a boyfriend. Blah blah blah.

(S/n) suddenly started squealing at a high-pitch. She stamped her feet in delight. "I see them! I see them! I SEE THEM!" Wonderful. Now if you will, shut the fuck up. You thought.

"Gilbert!" Your older sister shrieked as she ran to hug her Prussian fiancé. The man's vermillion eyes brightened considerably when he spotted his betrothed and held his arms open for a hug, with (s/n) gladly accepted. You stood by idly as (s/n) pressed her mouth against Gilbert's. A knot of disgust slowly formed in your stomach. Gross. You thought as they parted.

Your sister was going to be married soon, and she wanted Gilbert and his brother to fly over to (country) and just hang out for a couple of weeks in (town you live in). Somehow, (s/n) convinced you to let them stay at your house.

"Kesesese~! How is mein kleine schatzi?" He asked as he ran a thumb over (s/n)'s cheekbone. She giggled. "I'm fine, Gil. How's Ludwig?"

"Oh, him? Still strict as ever. I think this whole new position in his company has reawaken 'Kommandant Beilschmidt', if you know what I mean, Fräulein." You began to zone out as Gilbert and (s/n) talked. Your eyes wandered around the airport, looking at the little stores built into the walls. A small bakery with cakes and England's scones looked appealing.

"(Y/N)!!!" Your sister yells in your ear. You involuntarily reached your hand out to her to strike her out of reflex, but she had gotten so used to this happening when the two you were younger, (s/n) just ducked and glared at you.

"What?" You said sharply, glaring back with equal ferocity.

She scoffed. "No need to have an unawesome stick up your ass." Cue your facepalm. "Buuut. I want you to say hi to Gilbert and his brother before we go back to your place."

You rolled your eyes and walked to where Gilbert and the man were. Gilbird noticed you and did a little "Pyo~" when he did. His owner turned to look at you, and almost immediately did his face light up. "(Y/n)!" He ran to hug you, but you sidestepped and let him trip on your foot. He hit the ground with a thud and began to fake sob as he held his knee, Gilbird still "pyo~"ing on top of his head.

"V-Vhy *sniffle* (y/n)? I-I zhought ve had zomething s-special..."

You held your head in your hand.

"No, that's you and my big sister. Now, are you or are you not going to introduce me to your brother?" You muttered through gritted teeth.

He shot up, all of the pain suddenly going away. A large foolish grin spread its way across Gilbert's lips, revealing teeth as white as his hair. "Oh ja! How could zhe awesome mich forget? Oi, Vest!"

The blonde man turned to Gilbert. "Ja?" His voice was deep and strong and it vibrated the air. It sent an unfamiliar shudder crawling down your spine.

"Ich möchte, dass (s/n) Schwester (y/n) treffen." (I want you to meet (s/n)'s sister (y/n).)

The man who claimed to be Gilbert's brother looked over at you.  He was taller than you, not by much, but enough to make you feel self-conscious. You didn't see that commonly in men or woman since you were 6'4" (A/N That's how tall I am). His short hair was a bright champagne blonde and slicked back in a professional fashion. His frame was strong, long and sturdy, but not so much muscle that he would be considered a meat head. He was clad in khakis and a light green button-up. Your (e/c) eyes shot up to his face. A chiseled jaw with thin lips in a downward position. As you traveled up his face you found a thin nose with a delicate pink blush powdered onto it. More so you looked up until you found the man's eyes. They were incredible. No words could describe the true nature lurking behind the dodger blue pools in his eyes. A heat arouse onto your (sk/c) cheeks and you narrowed your eyes dangerously. You felt uncomfortable and vunerable. The ice in his eyes shined as he scanned your muscled figure. Your fingers curled and unfurled out of nervous habit. You wanted him to stop. NOW.

Luckily, he did. You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding as Gilbert's brother turned his head and spoke to him in German.

"Ich erwartete, dass sie, anders zu sein." (I expected her to be different.)

Your eyelid twitched and you inhaled sharply in irritation.

"Oi!" You said to him. He turned his head and looked at you expectantly.

"Besser oder schlechter?" (Better or worse?)

He looked relatively shocked at the fact that you had replied in German, as if someone from (country) couldn't speak it. You internally immersed yourself in the short triumphant glory as he apologised. You shrugged it off and offered to take the bags

"Mein Name ist Ludvig."  Ludwig, huh? You thought to yourself. He stuck his left hand out. You hesitated before gripping his with your own.

"(Y/n). It's a pleasure."