~2p! Daddy! Germany x Mommy! Reader~

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        'He is so lucky that I love him,' you thought bitterly. Who was this "he" you were talking about? Well, it was none other than your boyfriend, Lutz Beilschmidt, the 2p personification of Germany. Now the other question remaining is why was he so lucky that you loved him? It could be that you just came home early from work to find your house a wreck with bloodstains here and there. Yeah, that was it.

        You walked through the house, using the bloodstains as your guide to find your boyfriend and your eleven year old son, Fritz, whom you allowed your boyfriend's brother to name. The trail of blood continued into the kitchen. That is where you found Lutz and Fritz. The father and son duo were sitting at the breakfast bar, Fritz holding a bloodied towel to Lutz's right forearm with a tremendous amount of pressure.

        "Someone care to explain to me why the coffee table in upside down and broken in half, why the couch is half way through that broken kitchen window, and why my son is holding a bloody towel against my boyfriend's arm?" you asked with a slightly cold tone. The two boys looked to each other before Fritz spoke up.

        "We kind of had a run in with Vati's one friend..." he started.

        "And who would this "one friend" be?" you asked annoyed. Fritz stayed quiet.

        "Luciano," Lutz stated before wincing when Fritz began to put too much pressure on his forearm.

        "Okay, now answer my three questions."

        "It's a long story  mein Schatz."

        "Oh, believe me. I have the time to hear it, but in the mean time, we need to take care of whatever injury you bestowed upon yourself. Fritz, sweetheart, could you try to scrub the blood off of the walls please? Whatever you can't get off I'll take care of."

        "Sure thing Mutti!"

        After you helped Fritz get the cleaning supplies ready you grabbed Lutz by his uninjured arm and dragged him up to the master bath in your large, shared bedroom. The bathroom was huge to say the least. It contained a large spa-like bathtub with water jets in the sides of it, a double door walk in shower, a double sink with a mirror, a towel rack, and a few cupboards for item storage. You guys didn't live in a mansion, but the house was bigger than the average one.

        You made Lutz take off his blood soaked wife beater while you kept the towel firmly pressed to his wound, which you still had yet to see. You forced him to sit in the tub to help lesson the mess you would have to clean up after treating him. A medic sized first-aid kit found its way into your hands when you reached under the sink. You made a mental note to thank (b/f/f/n) for getting you this next time you see her.

        You sat on wide edge of the bathtub and place the kit on the floor next to you. You grabbed some thread, a curved needle, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a small cloth, gauze, medical tape, and a lighter.

        "Alright, spill it Beilschmidt. I want you to start from the very beginning."

        "Okay, so I was attempting to teach Fritz about how to properly fight..." He was cut off by a glare from you. "Only when he is in a sticky situation! Mein Gott, Frau! Stop giving me that look. I know what I'm doing."

        "Mmhmm."

        "Anyway, Luciano was sitting in the oak tree out back, and he heard me lecturing him so he decided to butt in. He was about to start his own lecture when I said to him, "What could he possibly learn from a knife twirler?" and boy did I piss him off."

        "And he cut you with one of his throwing knives... again..." you chimed in.

        "Yeah, pretty much," he replied while moving the towel for you.

        You didn't panic when you saw how deep the cut was. For Lutz, it was a small scratch compared to most of the wounds he acquired over the years. You poured some rubbing alcohol onto the cloth and began to wipe down the cut and the skin surrounding it. You then threaded the needle and pinched the top of the wound together after you washed your hands and heated up the tip of the needle to sterilize it. The needle slid through the skin with ease. Lutz gritted his teeth.

        "So," you said calmly. "You still have yet to tell me why the coffee table is broken and how the couch is half way through the biggest window in the kitchen."

        "After Luciano got pissed he started chasing me around the house with his knives. When we reached the living room I stood in front of the coffee table and waited for him to come at me. Once he did, I flipped him onto it, and it broke from the impact. He got up and tried to hit me with the broken pieces but he missed. That's how the coffee table got broken and why it is flipped over. As for the couch and the broken window, that was Luciano's doing. He may look scrawny but the little Scheiße is strong as fuck. He picked up the couch and tried to toss it through the window at me once I got outside."

        "When did he cut you?"

        "Around the time of when the coffee table broke. When I flipped him, I knocked the wind out of him so he was down for a good minute or so. I was telling Fritz that's how you could win a fight. The Italian bastard cut me when I wasn't looking."

        "Ah, I see. This is why I tell you not to provoke him. You always end up getting hurt in the end."

        "Ja, ja (y/n). But it's all worth it for one reason."

        "And that reason is?"

        "I get to have a sexy nurse tend to my wounds."

        Your face went red. It wasn't because of anger though. It was because of embarrassment. Yes, you were a nurse at the local hospital, but you never thought of yourself as sexy. You thought of yourself as awkward and shy when it came to social events, but strong willed and outgoing when it came to house events.

        "Shut up Lutz," you said as you quickly pushed the last stitch needed through your boyfriend's skin.

        "Ow! Fick, that hurt Kätzchen!"

        "You're German, correct?"

        "Yes, why?"

        "Then take it like the man that you are! You fell out of a tree before and didn't complain about that hurting, but you complain about getting pricked by a needle!"

        "Well, when you jab it into my arm like you did it's going to hurt!"

        "Good, I hope you learned your lesson." You put the gauze over the long cut and held it in place with the medical tape.

        "What lesson?"

        "If you mess with the bull, you get the horns. You messed the bull, the bull being Luciano, so you got the horns. I'm the horns because I'm the repercussion after I finish tending to your wounds. You know how my system works."

        "Don't you dare..."

~Time Skip~ 

        "She dared..." Lutz said glumly.

        He stood in the middle of the house, cleaning supplies in hand. Yes sirree, his punishment was to clean the whole house this time. Normally he would have to go out shopping with her, but this was the worst punishment she could give him. She knew he hated cleaning, and why she didn't give this punishment before was beyond his knowledge.

        "Lutz, I'll be out back with Fritz at the pool. If you finish cleaning you can join us then," you said from behind him. He turned to face you, his eyes widening. There you stood in bikini top and jean shorts. He took in your beauty before nodding and getting to work immediately. You laughed as you walked out the sliding doors in the kitchen.

        Lutz gave a wolf whistle as he took in the beauty that was your rear end. You glared at him from over your shoulder, which in turn earned an eyebrow wiggle from him. He may have been a perverted idiot that always got himself in trouble with a certain Italian Mafia boss, but he was your perverted idiot, and you were his sexy nurse.

~Author's Note~

DreamsForDays here! 2p Germany's story is finally done. I wasn't sure what to do for him, but I eventually come up with this. I know it may not be very good, and I know it is shorter than the other two. That's beside the point though. Translation time!

Translations: (All German)

Vati - Dad

Mein Schatz - My treasure

Mutti - Mom

Mein Gott, Frau! - My God, woman!

Scheiße - Shit

Ja - Yes

Fick - Fuck

Kätzchen - Kitten

That's all the translations! I'll be writing 2p Prussia's next. If you can't see the pattern yet, I'm doing all of the brother pairs first. I do not count England and America as brothers or France and Canada. I see England and France more as their fathers if anything (as seen in my Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid story). Also, yes 2p Prussia got to name your little baby. I'm going to guess you know who Fritz was to Prussia, but if you don't, search "Hetalia Old Fritz" on the internet. One final note is that the only reason that Lutz and you are not married is that you were going to get married, but then you became pregnant before that. You both decided to put the wedding on hold so you two could raise the kid. Thanks for reading! Feedback in the comments is always appreciated! Until next time!