“I've only had two drinks,” were the other's first words. An excuse, a defense—neither of which he needed. He clearly feared his own reputation.

“So have I,” Ludwig replied. “I can get us both a third if you want.”

The other gave a scoff, appearing amused, and then shook his head. “I think I’ve had enough for one night,” he determined, meeting the German's gaze. “Don't you?”

y’all love giving me the vaguest ships, huh? don’t stop plz it’s fun (google translate really was my best friend for this piece)

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I should really listen to Germany next time, Spain thought, soaked to the bone in the pouring rain. Germany had told him to bring an umbrella but he didn’t. Why, he didn’t know, but he refused. Probably because, “Oh, come on Ger! It’s the middle of June, it isn’t going to rain!”

...Yeah, that claim didn’t stand. And so, here he was. Waiting for the bus, and for Germany to yell at him. Oh joy. When the bus came, he quietly got on, ignoring the humored stares he got. Most people were dry, probably because they actually listened to the forecast. He was beginning to regret getting on, but it was either the embarrassment of this scene, or getting sick. Embarrassment was probably a better option.

He sat on the first seat that was open. Thankfully, the area around him was basically empty, with most people choosing to sit near the back. Smart, but he didn’t want anymore stares on him.

30 minutes later, he was standing at the door of his and Germany’s apartment, fumbling with the keys. He may not be soaking, but the cold was setting in and he did not like it. When he finally got the right key, he forced it into the lock and stepped in. It was silent, meaning Germany was either out or waiting to sneak up on him. Preferably the former. He kicked off his shoes and shed his coat, then slunk to the bedroom. He quietly shut the door, but was greeted with someone clearing their throat. He spun around to see a very annoyed Germany. “Let me guess, you didn’t take an umbrella.”

He laughed nervously, rubbing his neck. “Hola, cariño. Uh, how are you?”

Germany raised an eyebrow at the attempt to change the topic. “Spanien.”

Spain sighed, letting his hand drop. “Lo siento?”

Germany shook his head. “Just go change, staying in wet clothing won’t help.”

Spain nodded, and headed into the bathroom. At least Germany isn’t too annoyed? He thought to himself, hopping into the warm shower. When he emerged ten minutes later, there was a steaming mug of hot chocolate and a note.

“Take an umbrella next time, can’t have you getting sick.”

He smiled softly at the gesture. “Thank you, Alemania!”

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