It's a Guy Thing Germany X Chubby! Cute! Reader

It was finally “the day”, the day every girl in the World Academy had been anticipating for ever since the month on the calendar turned 14th. No, it was not the awaited Valentine’s Day, though it was something related to that.


The Valentine Ball, every year this festivity is held in the Academy in hopes of tightening the bonds of the students and, of course, to loosen-up as well; be it the students or the staff themselves.


As what was said before, it was one of the occasions every high school girl was enthused about. Many planned a month ahead; from what dress to wear, what shoes to pair the dress with, what accessories to match up with, what hairstyle to go with, to basically everything needed to make one look presentable (such revelry was a great excuse to impress your crush after all), and you were one of them. You have already picked your attire which was a corset-topped, white cocktail dress with small black ribbons vertically adorning the chest area, a gray lacy cardigan, and cute platform shoes. From head to toe you were ready and to enjoy the event you should.


And you were having fun. You and your Hungarian friend, Elizabeta, immediately went centre floor to dance the moment the highlights of the program were over. It was short-lived however, once the music changed into a slow song and Elizabeta was stolen by her debonair, Austrian boyfriend.


Now here you were, alone, sitting at a table near the floor, ogling at the couples and admiring the girls who look strikingly beautiful in long dresses. There was a reason why you chose to wear a cocktail dress after all.


‘Pretty’ you thought, placing an elbow on the table to support your cheek with your palm.


You were never really apprehensive about your weight. Yes, you are a chubby person but you are alright with it. Normally, you would just ignore the plethora of stereotypical mania the world would give and enjoy the small things life has to offer. But hey, there were these rare moments you know; atypical instances where you wish that trifling muffin-top on your abdomen was non-existent. And somehow that “rare moment” blossomed tonight.


“If only” it finally started...


You gazed at your friend who was now dancing with Vladimir (of course, with Roderich’s consent); she too was dazzling in her long black dress which was adorned by gleaming Swarovski stones. Her hair was seemingly flowing as she and her current dance partner was swaying rhythmically to the music. Elizabeta is sexy and charming, and with her boyish personality, you knew too well how much people adore her.


“I wish I was a bit appealing” you mumbled, clutching your stomach. Unaware of the presence that just approached you.


It took a moment but you finally came back from your own world when you heard someone clear their throat. You glanced to your side and were surprised to see the blonde, fit German seated beside you. He was wearing a black suit matched with a blue tie, and you got to admit he looked stunning with his hair sleeked and all.


“Hello _____” he greeted.


“H-Hi...”


You stuttered and gulped, you were one of the few who gets a tad awkward around guys. But you tried conversing with him nonetheless.


“Ludwig, what brings you here?” you smiled, trying to get the discomfiting feel that surrounded you, though the question was embarrassing itself.


Ludwig groaned. He massaged his temples before answering you.


“Taking a breather” he said


Not that far away, you could see his brother, let loose, hitting on girls with his “awesomely” shoddy pick-up lines. You giggled; Gilbert’s personality was surely entertaining. The flash of pursuit stopped when you sighed.


“Sexy women sure get the attention” You intended to tell only to yourself, still Ludwig heard you.



“What do you mean?” he asked, eyeing you scrupulously.


You mentally slapped your head for being louder than intended to but nonetheless decided to answer him placidly, just for the sake of conversing.


“Well, I’m not what you guys call “a hot person””


Ludwig arched an eyebrow, and that was when you realized what you said could also be interpreted negatively.


“I-I mean, I... it’s not like I’m not contented with what I am now, I do... It’s just...” an exasperated breath came out of your lungs.


“I want to dance to a slow song, once is enough, but I guess boys are only interested dancing with chic girls in beautiful long dresses”


You finally confessed.  You stared at your hands which were now clutching your dress. You could feel it; the awkward air was coming back.


Or so you thought...


“That’s not true”


Ludwig’s answer was bold and sure, it was as if he was eager to contradict what you said. So, you paid attention to him. And seeing as how he got your curiosity, the German cleared his throat, again, and backed up his statement.


“Others like cute girls too”


He stated, glancing at his companion, Kiku Honda, whose face was flushed and was giving you glimpses from time to time. He knew Kiku wanted to ask you to dance but he was too shy to pursue (And quite frankly, it was an advantage to Ludwig).


“It depends on one’s perspective you know, it’s a guy thing. Some are fond of “hot women” and some go for the adorable ones” he continued


You were happy. It was sweet of him to uplift your spirit, you thought. You grabbed a glass of water and sipped before setting it aside again to thank the German properly.


You were about to say thank you when the sentence you perceived next astonished you...


“And I think you’re cute”


You gaped at him with slightly parted lips, your orbs held vast-like expression.


“W-What?”


Ludwig knew you clearly heard him. He decided his face does not need to be reddened more and changed the subject.


“W-Would you like to dance?” He asked, scratching his cheek with his pointer finger while looking at the other direction.



It was the first time you heard the German stutter, and looking at his flustered face, you couldn’t help but giggle. He was being too cute.


You stood up and took his hand.


“Let’s go!” you grinned, tugging his hand gently.


Ludwig smiled and led you to the centre floor, but not before taking a peek at a certain crestfallen Spaniard who was, just a few minutes ago, on his way to your table.


And there you were, arms draped around Ludwig and his to you as you sway to the slow rhythm of the music. You were satisfied.


Just like being sexy, being cute has its perks too.