#gercanada

[sckatzey]

I wished I squished Matties head but oh well.

Also, I've been on a GerCan train SINCE ITS GETTING MORE STEAM (From what I've seen)

And I am HERE for it

[just-to-writ]

GerCan Dabble

It wasn't bright or pretty when they met- it probably wasn't at least, as far as he remembers. Everything was always fast paced, with only lull moments in between mud stricken men that have went to many days without showers and loved voices to drive any man to a cliff. He doesn't remember if they met through the sight of his scope or through spattered German and  English words across a desolate field. It didn't matter now.

  Matthew knew Alfred and Arthur didn't trust him, not this short of time after everything. Its understandable, but their egos and pride are suffocating to be plaint with. He hated him to of course. He had to. That's all this was chopped up to. His simple company was just enjoyable in comparison. Plus, he vowed to make Ludwigs' dog favour him soon enough.

  So he left a toothbrush there after a while. He'd sneak off when he pushed being a nation to the side for a moment. He'd linger in Ludwigs back pocket, but Ludwig enjoyed having someone. Not a friend nor an enemy, just something different entirely.  Because even when Matthew said he hated him like the rest of Europe, he pondered why he mused him with simple German he had learned. Why he was the one to comb through Blackies' mats, sipping terrible Canadian beer he'd brought with him to drink and hate.

"Why so much paper? Do you plan to kill by making every tree into paper?"

  Matthew was parched on the edge of his dark ocher desk, singeing empty papers on the scatter candle Ludwig had lit.  Ludwig was focused as always, stress lines became his new fashion trend. 'He doesn't sport them well' Matthew noted while paying to close attention.

"Why not just burn some? Say fuck it and let fire take a turn?"

  Ludwig almost bemused him. Almost made some kind of smart comment but only hummed a humourless tone. "Because i am not a child "

  He sat there for a moment, clenched paper burnt beyond toasty edges. He slid to the icy floor without a glance back, and no more humour bond in his words. "Most turn against you, and yet you are here. What do you owe?"

~

  Matthew had made up his mind, after a decade of learning German through stolen books of Ludwigs, of making himself a spot in his modest to-clean house, that whatever feeling rested in him weren't supposed to feel so warm and homey. For christ sakes he had shot him point blank with nothing but satisfaction, and Ludwig had done the same.  But he invites him in, with a little to relaxed of posture for someone who had been an enemy not even a half century ago. Though Matthew didn't think of his hypocrisy of that when he keeps showing up at Ludwigs door with no invitation needed.

  He'd hollowed out his voice one to many times swearing he'd never become close, not for him. Still he doesn't pull away when Ludwig lays his arms around his waist in the to early morning because it felt natural. Because Ludwigs presents has felt welcomed since the 70's and Matthew doesn't want to face that.

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This is a pretty old dabble and I didn't even remember writing it. 

[gercan-1234]

Canada: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

Germany: Mathew what are you doing?

Canada: Sorry its exam week in parts of my country right now and these teenagers are projecting themselves on me far too much.

[sckatzey]

Its stiff, its shitty but I HAD to draw GerCan since it's almost Valentines 😭

[sckatzey]

ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SHIPS IS GERCAN AND IVE FOUND ONLY A SMALL HANDFULL OF PEOPEL WHO SHIP IT ASWELL SO PLEASE TAKE 2 SECONDS FOR THIS SHIP TO RUN PAST YOUR MIND

[sckatzey]

This was fun

[wewerenotthefirst]

Matthew telling Ludwig he adopted another dog for them and Ludwig asks for a picture and.

It’s a wolf.

Matthew adopted a very big wolf.

“His name is Diefenbaker.”

Ludwig just stares down at the picture for a moment and replies “He’s perfect.”

[wewerenotthefirst]

So I watched Doctor Sleep tonight (its great, go watch it! Dan Torrance and his feral adopted child Abra are my children now) and all I can think about is Ludwig and Matthew running a haunted hotel together.

Like, Ludwig buying this broken down inn and Matthew showing up one day like “hey so I'm your landlord, welcome to my land” because the the inn and the land are separate and Ludwig owns the inn but not the land (that’s definitely how it works, trust me--I'm almost a lawyer). And Ludwig pays rent to Matthew and fixes up the inn and Matthew just hovers around, watching Ludwig clean and sometimes, sometimes, deigning to help Ludwig with the chores.

Mostly it’s Matthew walking around, pushing Ludwig’s cleaning supplies while Ludwig scrubs away decades of dust and disuse. 

When the inn is up and running, Matthew plays receptionist while Ludwig does everything else managerial. The two of them eventually have a staff but for a while its Ludwig and Matthew and their rotating cast of short-term residents who pick up some shifts cleaning or cooking in exchange for a room for a night or two.

It’s not really a profitable place but they keep the lights on and its always clean and no one ever has a bad sleep. The rooms are always a little too cold and the elevator is always broken. But its the only hotel on this stretch of I-70 so they have a solid 4-star rating on Yelp.

Anyways, one day Ludwig’s past catches up to him and it’s the guy who took out his brother and he’s just about to unload an entire round into the back of Ludwig’s skull when--

the lights go out.

The once-assassin is now at the bottom of the only staircase in the inn, crumpled in a puddle of his own blood and wet on the beige carpet.

Matthew puts Ludwig to bed--”let me take care of you now, Ludwig”-- and takes over managerial tasks for the evening. His smile never falters.