#gerscot

Rating: T

Pairing: ScotGer (though they don't get together in the fic. Just a lot of pining)

Word Count: 852

Author's Note: Based loosely on this TikTok my friend shared with me

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“What are you doing here?”

Ludwig in Munich, chatting up both Germans and Scotsmen who had gathered for the Euro Cup, in the middle of a campground. Okay, him being in Munich and talking to fellow football fans wasn’t that much of a surprise. But he expected him to be home prepping for the game, if not already at the arena, considering how punctual he liked to be.

Ludwig blinked, freezing in the middle of handing a sausage to one of their fellow campers. He seemed to relax when he noticed it was just Alastair.

“What a coincidence?” Ludwig mused, slightly slack-jawed.

Alastair laughed shortly, the kind that came from the throat and was a bit too loud. Warm splotches bloomed under his skin. Hopefully he wasn’t as red as he felt.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Alastair explained awkwardly. “Thought you’d have a place out here, or you’d drive from one of your places.”

Ludwig shrugged. “Gilbert thought a change of scene for a bit would be good for me. And I like doing things like this. Might I say your people have been surprisingly warm and even entertaining despite our opposing teams.”

If his face wasn’t noticeably red before, it definitely was now. It may not have been a compliment towards him directly, but pride swelled in Alastair’s chest, and coming from Ludwig, he was left flustered.

“Are you alright, Alastair?”

“Yeah…Yeah. Just a little warm is all.”

Ludwig gestured to a nearby table. “Sit, sit. I’ll get you a drink and something to eat.”

“Ludwig, you don’t–” But Ludwig took matters into his own hands, wrapping an arm around Alastair’s shoulder and forcing him over to the table.

“Sit,” Ludwig commanded, not harsh, but firm. Like he always sounded controlling the meetings before he lost his patience. Alastair had to obey, especially with the way the tone made his legs feel like jelly.

Ludwig went back up to the grill to collect food. Alastair watched from a distance as he exchanged some words with the man who was helping him on the grill. Even from this far away, Alastair caught the red creeping along Ludwig’s cheeks. What had him flustered now?

In the end, it didn’t matter, for when Ludwig returned with food and drink in hand, his cheeks had gone back to their regular, pale colour, and his expression in its normal, neutral position.

“So…” Alastair began as they both dug in, “You like camping?”

Ludwig nodded. “Mhm. It’s a nice way to get away from everything. Like a whole other world without having to travel very far.”

“It definitely is nice. Camping reminds me of my childhood. There were a lot of times we were moving around without a stable home, especially after Mum…disappeared…”

Alastair was pulled out of his thoughts when Ludwig touched his hand. Alastair flinched but suppressed it enough not to pull away.

“I’m sorry.”

Alastair swallowed saliva that wasn’t there. If he had been getting misty-eyed about his mother, it was quickly forgotten and replaced by the fluttery feeling set off by the warm touch against his hand. “It’s fine. Really. I brought that up to say I get joy from it too. It’s nostalgic. And like you said, a great escape.”

Ludwig’s brows remained knitted, but he didn’t press further. And he didn’t let go of Alastair’s hand.

“Um…L-Ludwig?” Alastair stuttered out after a moment of enjoying the feeling of Ludwig’s hand in his.

Ludwig gave him a confused look before he noticed that he still had his hand over Alastairs. He pulled away quickly.

“S-Sorry,” Ludwig muttered.

“It’s okay.”

Awkward silence. At least it gave them a chance to get back to their food. Not that Alastair had much of an appetite now, with his heart pounding so much that it rattled his stomach until he felt nauseous.

“Sorry…I made things awkward,” Ludwig finally said once they finished. Cheeks pink, eyes darting off to the side in uncertainty.

Alastair smiled softly. It was easy not to notice the soft soul that lay beneath the tough, self-assured soldier. Ludwig seemed to make sure no one did. And Alastair, blinded by his admiration for Ludwig’s leadership and desire to impress him to join the EU, failed to notice it for a while despite the constant attention he gave to him. But when he finally did, Alastair realized he was in love.

“It’s okay,” Alastair assured him. He went to reach for his hand again, though stopped short, just hovering over it. “I…um…”

In the end, Alastair pulled his hand away. Ludwig made a noise. Tight, high pitched. Disappointed? No, it couldn’t be.

Alastair cleared his throat. “It’s nice to spend time with you outside of business. And frankly, I’ve made things awkward between us many times, so let’s just say we’re even.”

Ludwig blinked slowly before a small smile rippled across his lips. “I suppose so.”

“With that cleared up. Want to head over to the arena together?”

Ludwig paused for a moment, brows knitting once more.

Cuckolding usually isn't something for me, but as soon as you said Arthur was watching Dylan and Ludwig fuck, perhaps I like it a bit. In the right circumstances.

Also Arthur and Ludwig are both into CNC so definitely, Ludwig is at first acting like he doesn't like it, trying to "get away" because he's a loyal boyfriend or something like that. But really he loves it, and if he actually wanted to get away, he easily could over power Dylan. And though Dylan grips him firmly and presses him into the mattress, he eases him into it with soft, honey dripped words, because unlike Arthur, Dylan is a soft dom (it's the bad top, good top meme all over again lol).

Alternatively, this set up with Alastair. Because I love ScotGer a lot too. Definitely a rougher scene because he's a bit more willing to be antagonistic towards Arthur compared to Dylan and he's also a lot lest gentle than Dylan as well.

Omg anon thats is real crack!

I see them as good though buddies for sure, with tons of things in common, even in competitions. And the best drink friends! About love, I can bet even Germany would make the first step, since Scott is so so so so closed with feelings and such. Ludwig too, but all his time with Feliciano maybe taught him one thing or two.

Of course no huggies or kissing just like that. First a long difficult talk and after a couple of hours and full of blushing, Germany would say it. Something like:

"I care about you more then a friend, Scott. But it's okey if you don't feel the same. You are a good man"