#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.

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"

Rating: T

Pairing: ScotGer/GerScot

Word Count: 915

It wasn’t Ludwig’s first time visiting Scotland. No, he had been many times for business, but this visit would be his first time while dating Alastair, the nation’s representative. That alone would have been nerve-wracking, but recently, Alastair had been acting distant. He texted less, rarely called, and when they saw each other at the last meeting, Alastair kept Ludwig at arm's length. Sure, Ludwig had been overwhelmed by Alastair’s affection towards him, but to have it stop altogether made it feel as though Ludwig was losing him. He would be in Scotland for a week. That would surely be enough time to sort this all out and to show Alastair he was serious about their relationship.

As he approached Alastair’s door, his heart pounded in his ribs. Before Ludwig could even knock, the door swung open, and he was met with wild reddish-brown hair and wide green eyes. He almost looked…nervous. “Ludwig!” Alastair exclaimed as if he was out of breath. “Of course, you come early, even for dates. Anyway, let me take your bags.”

“You really don’t–” but before Ludwig could finish, Alastair had already taken his luggage, and was heading down the hall to the guest room. Without much else to do, he followed the Scotsman. He watched as his luggage was tossed onto the bed. “I’ll unpack later,” Ludwig explained, more to himself than Alastair.

Alastair gave him a lopsided grin. Ludwig’s breath hitched at the sight. “Well then, in the meantime, would you like some tea?”

“I’d…I’d love that.”

“Then it’s settled. You can go ahead and take a seat in the living room. I’ll be there in a minute.” So Ludwig settled down on the couch. The quiet of the room did not help quell his nerves and instead left him alone to overthink everything. He had to do this right and show Alastair how much he did love him. Luckily, he wasn’t alone for long as Alastair entered moments later with a tray of two teacups and a plate of shortbread.

“Alastair you didn't–”

“Before you complain, I just had some left over. We wouldn’t want it to go to waste now would we?”

Ludwig couldn’t argue with that, and he could go for something sweet right now. He happily took a cookie from the tray when it was placed in front of him. Alastair watched with a fond smile. It made Ludwig’s cheeks flush. Everyone seemed to think the Scotsman was grumpy and even intimidating, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He was sweet, perhaps a little awkward, but Ludwig was starting to figure out all Alastair seemed to want was love. In that way, they were fairly similar.

Alastair went to sit in the armchair next to the couch. “Wait,” Ludwig said, causing Alastair to freeze. The German’s eyes shifted to the side. “Y-You can sit next to me if you want.”

He missed the way Alastair’s cheeks went red. “O-Okay,” Alastair stuttered out, taking a seat on the other end of the couch.

An awkward silence settled over them as they started to drink their tea. While Alastair seemed distracted, Ludwig started to shift closer to him, stopping anytime Alastair looked up or grabbed a cookie. The pattern seemed to be successful as Ludwig made it to Alastair’s side without him knowing.

“Ludwig–” But before Alastair could finish what he wanted to say, a warm hand taking his cut him off.

For a moment, the two just stared at each other. Alastair had such pretty eyes. So vibrant and green like the deepest part of a forest. Though Ludwig could feel panic bubbling in his chest, those eyes seemed to put him at ease ever so slightly.

“You don’t have to hold back,” Ludwig whispered, “I-I know what I said before, but I was nervous, and I don’t have a lot of experience with this type of thing. I just got overwhelmed, but…I didn’t mean for you to completely stop.”

Alastair gave him a sympathetic smile, putting his other hand over Ludwig’s. “I’ll be honest with you Ludwig…I haven’t properly dated for centuries, so I’m not the best when it comes to this kind of thing. But I really like you, and the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.” “I appreciate that. But I mean…I do like some affection.” Ludwig squeezed his lover’s hand. “How about this? I’ll just let you know when it’s getting too much. That seems like the best solution where we’re both happy.”

“O-Okay.” Alastair looked away for a moment, murmuring: “Would it be weird to ask for a kiss after all this?”

“I think I’d like that…” Ludwig replied, looking down at their joined hands.

“Okay then…” The Scotsman lifted a hand to Ludwig’s cheek before leaning in and giving him a quick peck. Before he could pull away, however, Ludwig kept him in place, lightly holding the back of his lover’s neck. He kissed back with maybe a little too much force, but Alastair didn’t seem to mind as he hummed into it.

Unfortunately, they had to pull away eventually though they didn’t move farther than necessary. “That was…” Ludwig breathed out, slightly dazed.

“Nice.”

Ludwig smiled, pressing his forehead against Alastair. “Mhm.”

“Now finish your tea before it gets cold,” Alastair said with a chuckle as he pulled away.

My dude, my dude you're amazing you know that? I could never say no to ScotGer or GerFruk! Thank you.

Ship Asks

ScotGer

33- What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?

Alastair is very crafty so a lot of his gifts are hand made stuff (ex. wool blankets, sweaters, etc.).

Ludwig tends buy his gifts, but he goes to great lengths figuring out just what Alastair would like.

They agree early on they'll only do it for special occasions. But Alastair often breaks that having "accidentally" made an extra of something. Ludwig knows he's lying, but he's touched by these gifts knowing its one of Allie's main love languages.

GerFruk

29- How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

Francis will always fret over them. Injuries or sickness may be minor, but he'll still fuss making sure they are tended to, stay hydrated, rest etc. In serious emergencies, he's prone to panic, but through his years as a nation he's learned to push through it and figure out ways to help.

Arthur and Ludwig are a bit more level headed. And by level headed I mean they push all emotions down and act to solve the problem/get the person to safety. Minor injuries and illness would be tended to accordingly. Once they've done everything they can and they can't hold their emotions in anymore, they'll just break down, often in one of their lover's arms.

Arthur however is more incline to entertain his lovers when they're sick or they can't get up due to injury often reading/singing to them. Ludwig will try his best to do the same, but Arthur and Francis when sick/injured are content with Ludwig just being there, holding them.

31- Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

YES!

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I haven't had a reason to pull all my ideas together so this took a little bit but I've got some thoughts!

They are awkward…So awkward because Alastair looks up to Ludwig so much and Ludwig feels strange to have someone so much older than him look up and be so respectful towards him

For a long while, it’s nothing beyond business 

Then one day after a hard meeting, Alastair offers to take Ludwig out for drinks and for once they seem to be on an equal playing field 

Ludwig loosens up thanks to the alcohol and for once Alastair doesn’t seem to be looking at Ludwig with stars in his eyes

Ludwig learns Alastair is quite kind though a little gruff and that they both have a love for animals. He’s quite charming this way Ludwig thinks.

Drinks after meetings become a regular thing and this is where they get to know each other beyond their status as nations

Alastair learns how offput Ludwig is by Alastair’s overbearing admiration and so Alastair tries to tone it down following that discussion

Eventually, Alastair works up the courage and asks Ludwig out on a proper date assuring him this isn’t some political ploy or nation business-> Ludwig is flattered and accepts

It’s a little awkward at first. Alastair just wants to shower Ludwig with affection and praise, but after their conversation about Ludwig being overwhelmed by Alastair’s admiration and desire for friendship, Alastair restrains himself. Ludwig doesn’t know the first thing about being in a relationship and was never good at communication to begin with.

Alastair gets some advice from Francis who tells him Ludwig’s love language is action. And he is inexperienced so take it slow

Eventually Ludwig realizes Alastair is holding back and not wanting this relationship to fall apart so early, he reaches out. When he travels to Scotland the first time since they started dating the two are sitting on the couch and Ludwig reaches for Alastair’s hand

Slowly they start opening up to each other and become more affectionate when in the privacy of their homes. Alastair makes sure he doesn’t push Ludwig’s comfort zone

One of Ludwig’s love languages is acts of service, so whenever Ludwig comes over, he’ll do things like clean the kitchen or tend to the garden. It annoyed Alastair at first because Ludwig was his guest and he felt bad to have him cleaning, but then he learnt that this was a way Ludwig showed his love. He still felt a little guilty, but he also finds it endearing

They don’t need fancy dates. They’re happy to go to a pub or even just stay in, watch a movie and share a few drinks

Rating: T

Pairing: ScotGer/GerScot

Word Count: 750

It was a cold and wet day. Despite the ill weather, Germany had decided to stick with his plan and walk to the meeting. His hotel was only a block away from the meeting hall, and it wasn’t like rain could kill him or anyone for that matter. Plus, cabs were far too expensive these days. So he set out early, umbrella in hand, off to the meeting.

He had barely been walking five minutes when a car pulled up beside him. “What the hell are you doing out in this weather?” a voice sharply called from the vehicle. 

Germany turned to find Scotland, brows furrowed and jaw tense. “Hello,” Germany greeted, ignoring the other nation’s question.

“Mr. Germany, you’re the last person I would expect to be walking in this shit. Get in.”

Germany gave him a stern look. “It’s not that bad, and I’m not that far. Anyway, is your brother not coming today?”

“I mean this with the utmost respect, but I’m not answering any questions unless you get in the damn car.”

Germany wanted to protest, but he had come to understand that the British Isles siblings were the most stubborn bunch out there. Arguing with one of them would only result in time wasted. “Fine,” Germany sighed and hoped in. 

It was a fairly silent ride for the first few minutes. They rarely ever talked, and when they did, it was strictly business. Germany always felt awkward in silence, especially if it was with someone he barely knew. But he figured he might as well take this quiet time to gather his thoughts before walking into the hell that was the world meetings. 

“We’re kind of early,” Scotland noted as they approached the hall, “I know a little café just down the street. They’ve got some of the best sweets in London.”

Germany looked at his watch. They were forty minutes early. Normally Germany liked to show up at least half an hour early, but come coffee did sound nice right about now. “Well…I suppose I could spare a few minutes.”

Scotland’s eye’s lit up, his cheeks flushing a lovely pink shade. The German nation was shocked to see the otherwise stern man make such an expression. It made his heart beat fast, and he couldn’t pinpoint why.

When they arrived, they were still fairly early, and thus they decided to eat in. Scotland wasn’t lying, the teacakes here were one of the best Germany had ever had. He’d have to remember this place the next time he was in London. But for as much as Germany was enjoying the coffee and pastries, he couldn’t help but feel on edge. He wasn’t good at conversation, and Scotland had reverted back to his flustered behaviour that always came up when they were in the same room together. Not that Scotland was normally chatty when Germany wasn’t around. Eventually, Germany couldn’t take it anymore.

“So, did you bring me here to discuss joining the EU?” Germany blurted out. He immediately regretted not choosing his words well when a look of what Germany could only describe as hurt crossed Scotland’s eyes briefly. 

“No. I-I just…I don’t know…I figured it would be nice to meet outside of all this country business. Especially before going into that zoo we call a meeting.”

Germany huffed in amusement. He couldn’t agree more with that description. 

“Th-That’s not to say I’m not still interested in that,” Scotland quickly added, “The EU thing, I mean. I just…”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, It's not easy for me to separate work from personal time, and I just thought... But this is nice though I’m not good at casual conversation.”

“Me neither. I’ve come to realize though that it’s just nice to have someone there, even if we don’t speak.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

The two men lapsed into a comfortable silence as they finished up their warm beverages. Germany felt so much lighter than he had in a long time.

“Do you have any plans tonight Mr. Germany?” Scotland asked when they returned to the car.

“Please, call me Ludwig. And no I don’t think so?”

Scotland’s cheeks reddened as his gaze fell on the wheel. “Then call me Alastair. And…I-If you’re free, would you like to join me for dinner? Outside of business of course.”

It was Germany’s turn to blush. “That sounds…nice.”