GermanyxReader- Picture of You.

~(Ludwig's POV)~


I was sitting on a bench, watching Feliciano run his laps. I sighed. He and Kiku already had girlfriends, and each of them met in a bizarre way. But, one again I'm the third wheel. Every girl at school would have fits over who I would 'choose.' And, once again, I didn't love any of them. Feliciano ran over and smiled, his face was red and he was panting.

"O-Okay!" He saluted to me. "I'm finish-finished!" He sat down right where he was standing. I nodded. But then, noticed a girl sitting on a bench not too far away from me. She had beautiful (e/c) eyes, and silky (h/c) hair, and...I knew I had seen her in one of Feli's classes...Art, I thought. Feli noticed I was staring at her and smiled. "You like _______________, don't you Ludwig~?" He sang quietly to me. I looked with a shy expression.

"J-Ja*..." I muttered.



~(Your POV)~



Your drawing was almost finished. Just a few more touches...But suddenly someone grabbed it and threw it on the ground. You looked up to see the group of preps from your school.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't (obnoxious nickname)." Their leader purred. You got in her face.

"At least I don't look like an owl wearing too much makeup!" You huffed at her. You picked up your sketchpad then walked away.

"No boy will ever love you!" One of her friends called after you. Your eyes saddened but you kept walking. You suddenly felt something wet hit your nose. You looked up and held out your hand. It started to purr. Great... You thought. Just the day when I didn't bring an umbrella... sighed and continued to walk.


~(Ludwig's POV)~



I was walking, holding my umbrella over my head. I spotted ____________________ walking alone. And without an umbrella. Well, good enough excuse, right? I ran over to her. "_________________?" She looked up. "What're you doing out here without an umbrella?" She sighed and moved some wet hair out of her face.

"I couldn't find one at home..." She muttered. I walked next to her after that, holding the umbrella over the two of us. I noticed she was holding her sketchbook, but it was covered in dirt, it ever had a footprint on the back of it.

"What happened to your book?"

"My picture of you was ruined."