Young Land♡ Hetalia
Germany x Reader
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✿A young country enters an arranged marriage with Germany in order to secure peace for her people.✿
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The land was young , but so were you.
It was cold and that was all she remembered.
Perhaps it was the overwhelming dress that was sewn onto her , or maybe it was the giant veil that dragged behind her feet when she walked. Though she had remarked to the old (C/N) Empire that the dress was beautiful and deserved to be worn by someone greater than her. Oh the white jewels , they glicened in the sunlight that had crept through the church’s stained glass.
It was a dress approved by her husband, so she had been told. But she didn’t believe that men cared about such trivial things- especially since he had never seen her before .
She sealed her letter at her vanity with the words :
“Bye ,Grandmother, for this is my last letter as (Y/N)(L/N). I am now Lady Ludwig Beilschmidt”.
With nimble and graceful hands, the young country handed the letter to the older brunette who watched her from the corner of her eye. She had once been forced to marry too, now it was her duty to welcome the young (C/N) into her home. Though she remained happily married to the Austrian, she still feared for the awkward youthfulness that overcame the young country’s shaking hands. A crystal was forming in her eyes, but she did not look up at Mrs Hungry.
“He vill treat jou vell,” The older country interrupted the pregnant silence with her slight lisp. “He vill not mistreat you. I knov’ vhat jou feazr. If anything, his brother vill be more ov a chore than he”.
“Are you his sister?”
“His cousin’s vife.” she smiled at the maiden bride’s trembling voice. For once, she seemed real through the transparent veil that clung to her face. “Ve live together. All of us.Even that balfácánt he calls ‘bruder’”.
A white smile formed upon the maiden’s face. A maid stepped back from fixing her veil and she stood up from the pink chair that had been sat in front of the vanity. “Not even my Grandmother could make it.” (C/N) remarked “She refused to see me marry him. Such a historic day in my country’s history and she doesn't even seem to care.”
The wooden door was burst open and (Y/N)’s boss burst in with all his glory plastered on his chest. Medals made of silver and gold that had been mined in the deep (C/N) caves that they now only have half control over. The flashes of silver and gold almost seemed to mock the girl who was only there considering that he had lost the (C/N)-German war due to his lack of leadership. That was her opinion. The opinion of many.
He was half-German himself. The people had been reluctant to coronate him for they believed that a certain bias would be present when dealing with the Europeans . They were right , of course. There is no other explanation for being so oblivious in a time of war. His sharp glare watched her slowly ascend and take the cornflower bouquet that rested in the case of water. Her gloves wet and she watched as they slowly became a deep red when she took the hands of her boss. Hungry took the train of the dress and straightened it, earning a grumble from the royal.
He rushed her forward , but the bride turned to look at her newly found companion , “Thank you, Ms Hungry.”
“Sok szerencsét, lánytestvér”.
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The immaculate door intimidated her as light seeped through its delicate cracks. Two guards stood at either side , awaiting for the grand piano to sing its awaited song. She wiped her gloves on her white dress in an attempt to rid of the red liquid that stained the pure witness of her gloves. Then the people started talking and the door slightly cracked open and she worried that the sweat forming on her forehead would mess up her hair.
Her boss squeezed her hand, annoyed at her trembling and crying. Her eyes found his cold dark pools of blue and wondered if her bridegroom would be as cold and distant as he. What if he hit her? What if he made her a territory ? What if he decided that (C/N) should no longer be a country and simply just use her for the resources she has, slowly killing her. The piano began to play, but (C/N)’s feet did not move. Chains grew in place of the satin shoes that were a few sizes too small for her feet. Her boss pushed her forward, the guards opened the door, and she was free no more. The aisle was long and tedious, but when she appeared everyone stood from their pews to sneak a look at the freshly matured country. It did not please her to look at the people around her, so she looked forward. But when she looked forward, a blurry silhouette of a country that was to be her husband awaited . Maybe he was as reluctant as she and would divorce her as soon as he got his fair share of gold and weapons.
No, a respectable man would not do such things.
The whispers of others taunted her. They all turned and commented about how meek and young the country was. Some of them wished that they had known that she was so young , for they would’ve attacked her, but after knowing who her bridegroom was , they did not fancy the idea.
She walked up the altar steps , her shoes slightly taping on the cool marble.
“Mister Germany, please take the hand of your wife.” The minister spoke.
Her boss gave her hand to Germany, letting him touch her for the first time. He seemed clueless as to what to do with her hand. He fumbled her hand before squeezing it tightly so as to not let her go, as if a harsh breeze would sneak into the church and knock her over.
She glanced down at her hand, feeling the sudden pain of his strength before glancing at his face. He was made of stone , a statue imported from Rome. The thin line that was held by his lips told her that he was as reluctant as she, and though he gained more from the marriage than she ever will, he still did not fancy the idea of being married to some random country.
The piano stopped playing and all attention was diverted to the couple. Lingering murmurs were silenced by the minister’s soporific voice and speech as he opened his book and side eyed the albino man who stood near the altar. She had never seen a man so white , but Hungry was sure to warn her of the ‘devil spawn’ that was Prussia, the brother of her husband.
A speech so long and boring would make anyone tired and (C/N) was no exception. She decided to look up and examine her bridegroom for the man he was , and though her vail did make it hard to see, she was still able to see the pools of blue that resembled the sternness of her boss. ‘They really are the same’ she thought to herself, ‘at least he’s not bad looking.’ However, her daze was cut short when he glanced at her swiftly.
“Vilt‘ thou have zhis voman to thy vedded vife, to live together ufter god's ordinance in zhe holy estate ov matrimony?” The minister began as his attention grew on Germany. She noticed his grip growing tight and his eyes becoming slightly constricted. The couple looked at each other in the eyes, for a moment he doubted his decision. He only agreed to the marriage as a consequence of the pressure that Austria and Prussia had bestowed upon him. The truth was that his economy was unsteady and he had grown sick from the peril known as inflation. He had stood in on a meeting, her boss and grandmother sat at the end of the table in grand thrones while Prussia and his own boss had sat at the opposite end.
<i>“Vhy don’t jou just get married? Un eazy vey tu solve jour probvlem.” </i>
<i>Prussia whipped his head back and let out a howling laugh. “Are jou kidding me? To zhat uld hag?” </i>
<i>“I have a daughter,” The old (C/N) empire spoke out, her hands moving to remove her spectacles “But if you had any honour you would not take her”. </i>
<i>“Und vhy is zhat?” </i>
<i>“She is far too young to leave her land and move onto another. After all , she is (C/N)’s personification .” </i>
<i>Prussia leaned back in his chair and looked back at his younger brother “how doez she look like. Is she hot vith voluptuous-” </i>
<i>“That is her right there.” The king of (C/N) pointed to the large portrait on the wall with a girl in ceremonial (C/N) dress. Her hair was pinned in the traditional fashion and her hands were fashioned chastily on her lap. </i>
<i>Germany had first noticed the gentle simper that had been painted with the painter’s red. She seemed pure, amiable, and unknowing. Her posture had indicated that she had never seen war, something he was so accustomed to seeing. </i>
<i>“So vest, jou vant ‘er ?” </i>
<i>Being lost in the colours of the painting, Germany looked back down at his brother. His cheeks were a crimson and he was at a loss of words . How could he be offered a wife without meeting her first ? Prussia grumbled something about being too awesome to marry anyway and that this woman would be a birthday gift to him, Germany ignored him. </i>
<i>“Ja, if it vhat i must do”. </i>
And now here he was , as powerful as could be. His uniform dripped with medals and gold that had reflected from the sunlight into her eyes to make them burn. One of the golden pendants was a gift from her. It was golden of course, and in the shape of a star which symbolized something in her culture but he couldn’t remember.
“Vilt thou love er‘, comfort ’er, ‘onor, und kepe ’er in sickenesse ubd health? And forsaking all uther kepe thee only to ‘er, so long as jou both shall ‘live?”
Germany slipped the ring onto her finger before glancing into her eyes. He could barely see her through the veil that had been so heavily draped across her face . But he knew one thing, she was trembling.
“Ja”
The minister gruffed . Looking at the veiled country, he began to read the words from his book.
“Vilt thou have zis man to zy vedded husband, to live in zhe ’oly estate of matrimony? Vilt thou obey him, und serve him, love, honor, and keep him in sickness und in health? Und forsaking al other keep thee onely to him, so long as jou both shall live?” His voice trailed off as the prolonged stare between the couple continued for a lifetime. Her shod feet twitched as her toes moved in a way so that they were facing together; it became hard to stand.
“I will”, she responded in her language , unable to translate the words in his. Then she put the golden band on his finger
It didn’t matter if she said ‘I will’ or ‘I don’t’ , as long as she was married and away. The minister didn’t understand her language, nor did he make an attempt to read her body language. He hurryingly closed his bible and sighed in almost a mocking way as if this marriage was not significant or valid. “Jou many kiss jour bride”.
The bride and groom grew flustered, it would be the first time either of them kissed. Germany’s hands reached to pull her veil from her head but he halted as if he were frightened to view his wife bare from her veil.
“Hurry up, vest” Prussia nudged his brother “I bet jou she’s cute under zhat veil und under zhat dress too.” He whispered the last part expecting her not to hear him. But she did and her cheeks turned redder.
Other countries began whispering amongst each other, eager to leave the church and attend the reception. If only he would kiss her and leave, this whole ordeal would be over. She would not be standing there, absorbing all the lingering stares that were concentrated on her body. They whispered false ideologies about her , how they believed her to be the weakened version of her grandmother and the empires that came before her.
Then he pulled the veil back, viewing her genuine features for the first time. He nearly stepped back, her portrait did not deceive him. He awkwardly pulled her in, his hands firm against her shoulders as if to keep her from escaping. Slowly she closed her eyes, allowing him to kiss her.
Cold and hard lips met her luscious and soft ones. soft ones as they kissed in front of the marble altar. It was an awkward kiss, his teeth fortuitously grazing her lips as she nearly jolted back. But just as the kiss began, the kiss ended with him pulling away.
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The reception bored her. Nor was she pleased with the food that she was served.
He sat beside her , ignoring the dancing and music as much as she did.
The colors of fair maidens' dresses blurred in her vision as she rested her eyes on the hectic ballroom. ‘If only I were so fair that my husband would look at me longingly’.
“So…” she looked at him and waited for his gaze to turn to hers “What is your favorite color?”
It was a sad attempt but an attempt nonetheless to get him to talk to her. He didn’t seem annoyed at the question until he bluntly answered “orange” and went back to eating his food.
She sighed and played with the foreign food on her plate.
“Und Jours?” he asked.
“(F/C), it’s the color of my country.”
He looked upon her smile before going back to finishing his meal. Germany, while at the head of the table , sat next to his older brother who whispered dirty jokes into his ear. His face turned a deep crimson red, but (C/N) acted oblivious. She wrapped her hands around her waist tightly in fear that all her organs would spill onto the table and she would make a fool out of herself. She heard her boss’ voice in her head scold her, telling her to sit up straight and act as an (C/N) lady would. She didn’t want to be a lady.
“Gentlemen ,” A man placed a hand on the trembling girl’s shoulder and looked over at her new husband “May I steal your bride for a dance?”
The young country only nodded, not knowing the sharp grip that pressured the girl’s shoulder would leave a lasting bruise. Though an ‘acquaintance’ and only having just met his wife, the weary expression she held was enough to alarm him. He turned in his chair, watching the uncoordinated couple trip onto the marble floor. Something didn’t seem right about him, nor the little woman he arrived with.
Germany looked back at his brother who tried to cover his laughter with his gloved hand.
“Vhat are jou laughing at?” He cut a link from his plate.
“He’s a little rough with her , no?” Spain sat at her empty seat, drinking her nearly untouched goblet of wine. “The señora doesn't drink?”
Belligerently, (C/N) found herself being pushed into one of the many rooms of the estate. It was of a similar fashion to all the other rooms that she had seen, but the walls seemed to close in on the country and her king as music and laughter still managed to overpower the room. She whimpered, her face confused and her dress stained with tears , she did not look as a bride would on her wedding day.
“You know what you must do.”
“You are putting all this pressure on me . I can’t-”
<i>Slap</i>
The sound was clear as day. If only the door was slightly ajar then it wouldn’t have blended in with the music. Just like the slap, her bruise blended in with her already red face.
“In order to successfully unit the two countries you must consummate. It will be watched by a priest and two diplomates to make sure it is done correctly-”
Then the door cracked open and the king took his hands off (C/N) when he saw Germany standing in the doorframe. Unbeknownst to them, he had been standing there the whole time, listening to every little word that was said. He had had the same talk with his own boss, though the talk was a little less violent and emotional.
“It’z time to retire.”
“Yes, I believe so too.” her boss acknowledged , “It’s after midnight, what is a bride doing away from her husband on her wedding night.” he joked though the new couple did not seem to find the jest amusing.He took her hand and stepped from the room with her, making sure to not step on the train of the never ending dress. The sea of arachnids grew silent as they parted to make way for Lady and Lord Beilschmidt.
And in that moment , innocence was lost and she was made a woman. Their dance was awkward at first, with him being stiff and her being unknowing, but the marriage was final, and her lily and loyalty was given to him. That was all that mattered , to her boss at least.
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“That iz my piano. Do not touch my piano”
“That iz zhe first thing jou say to jour new cousin , Austria ?”
Light cracked through the windows as she stood there awkwardly , hitting her dress slightly to outline the golden and yellow seams. It matched her wedding band which locked so heavily on her ring finger. If only it didn’t bother her so much then maybe she would have acknowledged the thick band’s beauty.
“I am tired of zese ‘children’ moving into my home. First Prussia and now zese girl.”
The oak doors burst open, revealing Hungry holding a white envelope with the seal of (C/N).
“(C/N)!” she had a distressed look on her face and she closed in on the girl “It comes from jour boss.”
“My boss has passed. We haven't crowned a monarch yet.”
Overtime , Hungry had noticed a slight change in the country’s attitude. After the death of her boss, the people of (C/N) began a revolution, killing those with the emblem of Germany etched into their hearts.
The young woman seemed panicked, clenching her satin covered heart and helping herself to the velvet seats made for Austria.
“(C/N),” Hungry placed her hand on the shoulder of the younger girl, thankful that she was not in her place “Jou must asx jour husband for council.”
“No, I am a country. I must deal with this on my own.”
“No. Jou are a joung gurl, jou must ask for help when needed. Germany vill know what to do.”
And so, later that night when she had had her dinner and dismissed her handmaiden , she dressed again and did her hair in the fashion in which she knew he liked. He once gifted her perfume from France which she had never worn. Though she had doubted that he himself had picked out the perfume for he rarely thought of her (or so she thought) , she decided to adorn herself in it in order to appeal more desirable to him.
She needed money.
She was going to ask for money.
After all, he had owed it to her.
The crown his queen wore was crafted from her blood. The ring his king wore came from the teeth of her grandmother . The child she would hopefully never birth would be carried by her.
She did the sign of the cross.
She ascended into the hallway , sweeping her skirt along the tile.
Laces that sinched her waist and held her body constricted her , making her smaller and smaller as she stood beneath the immaculate doors . Those doors , the doors that separated her and him. In those days during that time, women were not allowed in the studios of men. It was respected as his space , a space in which she was not allowed.
Tonight, she was not a woman.
Tonight, she was (C/N).
The air that flooded the hallway became heavier and heavier until she stopped breathing. A tear began to form and she did not know why. Was she afraid to talk to her own husband ?
Suddenly, the door swung open and hit (C/N) on the nose . Causing her to stumble back and hit her head on the tiled floor. There was no carpet to break her fall, only the stone which nearly caused her to bleed.
“(C/N)?” Germany looked down at her, startled . He offered his hand to hers , hoisted her to her feet. “I did not expect jou to be up so late”
She was too startled. Her heart raced and suddenly she forgot to speak her own language. The world around her spun and she worried that he would kill her then and there. No, he wouldn’t do that , would he ? She didn’t know. What she did know was that he had the money that she needed.
“Germany,” she kissed him on the cheek gently, regaining her composure “I must speak to you, it’s urgent.”
“Vhat could be so urgent at this hour sigh … jou knov vhat, come inside. Jou are my vife after all.”
He opened the door for her, allowing her to step into the room for the first time .
Everything was tidy. The curtains were perfectly ironed , the books were arranged by author and colour, and his medals were nicely seated next to each other in the order in which he received them. There was not a speck or a crumb on the floor, as if he had just swept the floors.
“(C/N), Jou bleed.” He states , coming close to her body.
The mirror she looked into showcased her bleeding nose. She was perfect in every way but that. She wanted to cry, she had put so much effort into her makeup and just a simple mistake had ruined everything.
“Here let me help.”
He sat her down and came upon her with his handkerchief. Somehow it disappeared, and her face was cleaned from his magic hand. Even the red stains that had sunken into her pores were gone, as if he were a painter painting a clean, pure woman.
“Thank you.”
“Ja” he turned around and placed his handkerchief carefully on his desk. “Knov vhat is it jou vant?”
“I need help!” She blurted out . “I am ashamed to ask you for it, but I need you to help me. Your people have mined hard and deep into my soil. Women are raped by your occupiers and boys are taken to become soldiers. All I ask is that you police your men and compensate me for my precious medals.”
He placed a finger on his chin, as if he were thinking.
“Vhou is jour debt to?”
“England.”
“Then the matterz iz finished.”
“But I need you to send at least half of your men away.”
“Done.”
“Just like that.”
“Und just like that.”
She straightened her neck and wondered why she had even stressed in the first place. Still, he stood in front of her tall and strong , intimidating her immensely . She felt small and weak still, even though she had just gotten her way.
“Alvright, if zhat iz it then let me valk jou to jour room.”
“That would bring me much joy, yes.”
He offered her his arm to latch herself onto, to which she gladly accepted . She wanted to leave that room as quickly as possible . So once they stepped from the overly clean room, she let out a sigh of relief and a small prayer to her god.
The amount of steps it took them to reach her room was 392, which was only one or two off from the amount it took her to reach the office. She probably miscounted , or got distracted by the sound of her heels hitting the tile.
“Alvright,” he kissed her on her cheek, ”gute nacht.”
“Gute nacht.” She responded and watched him turn her back on her , making his way in the direction of his room.
Their arranged marriage had been a union of convenience, a merger of two powerful countries, but the emotional distance between them was palpable. Tonight, however, C/N was determined to bridge that gap.
“Wait!” She called out to him, figuring it was either now or never. “Would you like to come in?”
She no longer wanted to feel lonely, she wanted the feel of his skin and the kiss that came from his lips. She wanted him to love her , like a husband loves a wife . In her books she had read of this love, when a man whispers sweet prayers into a woman’s ear, and begs that she do the same. She had experienced love from him physically, but wanted him emotionally. She wanted his heart to join with hers , she hoped he could see that.
His nod was all she needed .
She invited him into her room, making room for his tall and bulky frame.
“May I speak freely?”
He nodded again.
“We spend our nights alone though we are husband and wife. Why is it such?”
A crimson blush crept upon his cheeks and he shuffled uncomfortably, searching for an answer in the pure white tile.
“Vell-“
She abruptly cut him off.
“I want to know you as a wife knows her husband.”
“Ve have already come to knov eachother in zhat vhey.”
“No, we have not.”
"Then lets us."
The air was thick in their unspoken tension. His blue eyes bore into hers , making her feel small but not inferior to him. It was an odd feeling.
In the dimness of the room, she noticed his blush and his fumbling hands. She reckoned that he was shy. Even with all his military regalia and medals, he did not know how to come with a woman. Slowly but desperately , he closed in on their small gap, wetting her lips with his own.
His kiss was warm and his body hot against hers.
As their kisses grew more fervent, C/N stepped back slightly, her hands moving to the ties of her gown. With a slow, deliberate motion, she loosened them, the fabric falling away to reveal her bare skin. Germany's blue eyes widened, his gaze roaming over her body with a mixture of awe and desire. It was a feeling he had not felt in awhile. Even on their wedding night, he did not lust for her. It was a duty, a chore . But now, she was a goddess, her curves soft yet seductive , her nipples tight against the coldness of the room.
He removed his clothing and picked her slim body from the floor to throw her on her bed. He had chosen that bed for her, that much was true. It was purchased before their wedding in (C/N) of hopes that she would come to feel at home in her bedroom.
His touch ignited her body, creating a flame that warmed her body. She lusted for him, and he for her.
She grabbed his manhood, slowly pleasuring him until he felt it was right to insert himself. Her walls closed on him, creating a warm , wet embrace over his manhood. He thrust himself into her, over and over again.
It didn’t take long for him to release, with his seed pouring into her. As countries, it was highly unlikely that a child would conceive , but if one did , then it would become the land in which it was conceived.
(C/N) moved to the left of the bed, allowing Germany to sleep on the right.
"Gute Nacht," he whispered to her with a short kiss.
He would not return to his bed that night.
“Should I have it reprinted ?”
“Ja, As jou vish”.
