Here you were, reading fan-fiction created by others on the Internet about your friend, Ludwig.
Be quiet, conscience. It's not a bad thing to fantasize about your best friend.
Especially when he's tha-
"(Name)," you felt Ludwig closing in as you slapped down the cover of your laptop, causing a loud riot on the table. "What's the matter?" Your hands remained flat on the laptop, afraid he was going to open it.
"N-Nothing! I was checking out something really cool!"
"Oh ja? Let me see it." You slowly removed your hands off the cover as he pulled the laptop back to life. Ludwig didn't talk.
"... Um," you hesitated to continue as you heard him mumble a few words in German. "L-Ludwig?"
"You read them because?"
"No reason!" You hurriedly lied as he glared down at you. "What do you think of them?"
"They're okay," Ludwig continued to read.
"Really, Luddy?" He quickly nodded before sitting down, placing you on his lap.
"By the way, (Name)," you turned to look at him. "Do they have any fanfiction about you?"
"What? Why?" You rose a brow.
"Since they have me, they probably should have you." Though you know that wasn't the exact reason.
"Of course they won't have me! But why would you even ask that?" You giggled.
"Because if girls love me and read about me, I should have the right to read about the girl I love, nein?"
You were left speechless for a while before you sheepishly nodded and drop yourself in for a kiss from the blond-haired German.
Well, before Kiku snapped a picture for his "cultural exchange" at least.