Methane (Germany x Reader)

"Your car’s fixed, no need to worry about it anymore." (y/n) said as she turned her head to the side arrogantly as if the deed was no big deal.

          I scratched the nape of my neck while looking at the ground, blushing. It’s kind-of embarrassing how a man’s car would be fixed by his female friend. Don’t get it wrong, it’s not that I have anything against girls; some are pretty capable of doing stuff which usually men do. It’s, as what mein Bruder would say, kind-of awesome, but nonetheless I’m still embarrassed that I hadn’t just done it on my own. But you were too busy.Sigh.

"Danke but I could've fixed it myself."

“Don’t sweat it, we both know you don’t have the time. And I was bored anyways, so I just decided to fix it myself. It’s not like I did it only for you or anything, I’m going to need to borrow your car some time and I can’t use it if it’s broken. So yeah…”

          A light dust of pink dusted her cheeks as her fingers pulled at the ends of her baggy shirt. Her reddened face must be the result of this humidity we’re experiencing. It sure is hot today.

         (y/n) is different from other girls. She doesn’t dress up very much, her usual outfits consist of tracksuits, baggy clothes and sneakers. Her hair isn’t styled or permed or anything neither, it’s just a natural messy bunch on her head, but somehow it fits her. For one thing, she likes cars. Anyone can say they like cars and name a few models that they like, but her, she knows them inside-out, how they work and determine exactly what’s wrong with them in case of any problems. She’s the type of girl who’s one of the guys, but since she is, I do genuinely enjoy her company, more of because we share the same interests. I found myself smiling at these silly thoughts and she turned and looked at me suspiciously. Busted.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked accusingly. She really is short-tempered.

“Nothing, but again Danke. Und you can borrow my car anytime you like.”

          She grunted in reply, but the accusing look in her eyes has died down. Even behind that frown she always seems to be wearing, I know that she’s satisfied with my reply.

          Suddenly, a painfully familiar string of weird laughter can be heard and my gut feeling told me we would be interrupted soon.

Turns out it was right.

“Kesesesese~ Hallo lovebirds!” Gilbert suddenly appeared out of nowhere, arms suddenly over both (y/n) and Ludwig’s shoulders which made them look like they were having a group huddle.

“Where did you come from? And get your hands off of me, you narcissistic lab rat! Go back to your cage in the lab!” (y/n) slapped Gilbert’s arm away and broke free of his hold.

           Gilbert looked shocked for just a second but quickly regained his composure. How long has he been here anyways?

“Hey! You can’t just call me a narcissistic lab rat! That’s rude! Well you’re a… a… a…. <insert insulting nickname>!”

“Seriously, that’s all you can think of?”
          I know that if I don’t stop them soon, it’s going to be a pain breaking them apart. Both of them are just too egotistical to quit.

 “STOP!” I shouted as I held both of them apart as they were already in each other’s faces.

“Danke wieder, (y/n) but I think mein Bruder und I should be going now.”

Gilbert protested and said, “But I just came! I’m not go-“

          I elbowed him in the ribs to shush him up. He needs to seriously learn how to control his ‘awesomeness’ because it really is just ‘annoying’ .

          “Whatever.” And with that (y/n) left.

“I don’t get it Bruder, what do you like in her?”

Gilbert just suddenly asked the question as we were tidying up in the living room.

“What do I like in who?”

 He looked at me incredulously.

“You know who I’m talking about.”

I didn’t answer, I did know who he was talking about but I’d rather not talk about these things with him, or with anyone in particular.

After a few minutes of cleaning in silence, Gilbert got frustrated and spoke up again, he must’ve thought that I was oblivious of who he was trying to mention.

“(y/n)! (y/n)! Verdammt! You can’t hide it from me, you know that, I know you more than anyone else, I practically raised you!”

I felt my cheeks heat up, which is weird considering that the AC was on.

“Mein Gott, you’re even blushing! You do like her!”

Again I kept quiet.

“Well, are you going to ask her out?” Gilbert asked as he went back to polishing the table.

“I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Well I guess you don’t have to worry about competition anyways, no one else likes her, so no rush.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Gilbert must’ve sensed the  anger I felt when he said that because he assumed a protective stance and pat me on the shoulder.

“Don’t get mad, all I’m saying is that she acts, talks and dresses like a guy, that I think others don’t even know she’s female.”

My anger subsided a bit after he explained what he meant, but I still feel angry somehow and I’m not entirely sure why. I feel… protective of her.

Gilbert looked at me worriedly but I didn’t look back and again he spoke up.

“Like I said, don’t get mad, I don’t mean to offend by anything I said. It’s just that, if you like her that much then I think you should ask her out. All that pent up emotion, it’s not good for you Bruder. If you don’t let it out, it’s going to go out no matter what and get out as soon as possible in the form of methane.”
          And with that he ran out, dashing out the door, leaving a string of ‘Keseseseseseseses’ behind.  It took me a moment to piece together and figure out why he ran away from what he said. But when I finally did, I couldn’t keep my straight face on anymore and laughter slipped out of my mouth. As silly as mein Bruder is, he was right in a way, that bottled up emotions would find a way out somehow.

          It’s been a few weeks since (y/n) fixed my car, and it works wonderfully. She’s dropped by a few times during the last few weeks to hang out, but she hasn’t borrowed my car, not once these past few weeks. Thankfully, Bruder hasn’t mentioned the topic again, but he’s been acting suspicious lately. Well, more suspicious. I don’t let it get to me as much though, it’s probably just a scheme he’s come up with with his troublesome friends. I just hope he doesn’t get himself into too much trouble.

          (y/n)’s coming over today to go on training drills with me, that’s why today I decided to bake an apple kuchen. As I was mixing the ingredients together a knock came on the door, and as I rushed to open the door, there was (y/n) dressed in a tank top and some jogging pants. She had a slightly muscular figure, not too much, only enough to indicate how fit she is. I guided her towards the living room and asked her to wait until I finished baking.

          Once the timer was set, I washed my hands and headed back to the living room to start some light drills with (y/n) while waiting for the kuchen to bake. When I entered the living room, (y/n) was reading a moleskin notebook and her eyes had a look of shock, on the other side of her was Gilbert sitting triumphantly with a smirk on his face. What I failed to realize quickly was that: that moleskin notebook was my diary, Gilbert probably gave it to her or ‘accidentally’ dropped it in front of her, (y/n) is reading my diary, she probably found out about my crush on her, Scheiße.

          I could feel the blood rushing to my face as Gilbert stood up in a carefree manner and patted my shoulder before moving out of the room.

“Good luck, Bruder,” was all he said. Note to self: whenever Gilbert’s acting suspicious, always assume he’s up to something and immediately act on squeezing the information out of him.

          (y/n) put my diary down on the coffee table, but her gaze never met mine. There was an awkward silence in the room as both are waiting for the other to speak first. But as the seconds ticked by on the old grandfather clock, neither of us made any attempts to speak.

          After about three minutes of awkwardness, I decided to just get on with it.

“(y/n), look---” I started to speak but she cut me off and looked at me with a strained smile and forced laughter.

“C’mon Lud, I thought you asked me to come here to train? So what are we doing just sitting here in your living room? Let’s go!” she passed me by quickly to get to the door to the backyard.

          Oh Bruder, what situation have you gotten me into?

          We trained quietly, neither of us starting a conversation, nothing of those playful banter or serious arguments, it was only silence. When we decided to take a rest and head back inside for a bit, I grabbed her hand before going through the sliding doors. I felt her tense up, so I let go of my hand. She didn’t take a step forward and she remained in that position with her back facing me. I took it as an indication that she wanted me to get on with whatever I was trying to say.

“You probably know by now---” she cut me off yet again and turned so she was facing me. A sincere, but kind of sorry smile was on her face.

“It’s probably just a prank by Gilbert, I know how that idiotic brother of yours and that idiotic trio of his are. They probably just set it up as a prank. So don’t worry about it anymore.”

          She turned her back again and started heading inside but once again I stopped her. I can feel the tension in her body through her hand and she trembled a little. I didn’t understand why but I have to tell her now or I feel like I’ll lose my chance.

“Look, what’s written there is---” she cut me off again but this time, I didn’t let her.

“Listen to me, please! What’s written in that notebook is true and that is my diary, it wasn’t a prank made by mein Bruder and his trio. I’ve… developed some feelings for you and I don’t know when it started but all I know is that you make my day and I find myself smiling whenever I think about you. I even dream about you, Verdammt! Your hair’s always a mess. You never dress lady-like. You walk like a guy. You talk like a guy. You even sit like a guy. And I know that wearing a dress would be your worst nightmare next to stiletto heels. I know that you’re the type of girl who’s one of the guys and aren’t into all those sappy lovey-dovey stuff but please consider my feelings for you. If you do not feel the same, then say so and let’s forget this ever happened.”

          I felt a wave of relief wash through me as I’ve released feelings I’ve held back for so long. All I have to do now is wait for her answer, and whatever it is, accept it without question.

          She didn’t talk for a while and I frowned as I fear that she may reject me. And then out of nowhere, she gave a sigh of relief and laughed. I was confused and fear had overrun my thoughts, fear that she would reject me laughing.

“Why do I have the feeling that you just insulted me?”

          She stopped laughing and her face now thoroughly reddened, she looked at me shyly (the first time as ever saw her do so, she always had a self-assured look on her face).

“You’re stupid, you know that? Just as idiotic as your idiot brother maybe, no wonder you’re related. You could’ve just told me straight like what you just did, without your brother involving himself in.”

          I looked down at the floor embarrassed, mein Gott why does she have to be so difficult?

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be.”

          I remained silent, not quite knowing what else to say. I didn’t exactly expect her to sass-talk me after I’ve just put my heart out in the open field during the most embarrassing speech of my life, saying the most embarrassing things that have ever come out of my mouth.

“Don’t you want to know my answer?”
          I looked up at her, in my self-dwelling I’ve almost completely forgotten that she hasn’t responded to my confession.

          She blushed even redder, of which I used to think was impossible.

“I’ve always had a crush on you too.”

          She said it so quietly that I almost didn’t hear it, but I did. It took me a few seconds for her answer to sink into mind. While my brain was still processing her answer, she shook free of my hold and try to just go back inside the house like she’s been trying to this whole time.

          My reflex senses took over and as she turned to leave, I pulled her arm, which made her twirl back and face me. My reflex was to kiss her, but my mind stopped it just in time, when our faces were only mere centimeters apart. My more rational brain thought that it’s improper to kiss a lady before even having a first date, and so I kissed her cheek instead. I heard her grunt in annoyance as she returned back to normal, with a scowl on her face. I just smiled at her silliness and chuckled a bit.

“Wh-wh-what’s so

          As we both walked in, shutting the sliding door behind us, I grabbed her hand and held it in mine. She tried to break free from it, but I had a vice-like grip and she knew that, that’s why after a few failed attempts, she gave up resisting.

          We walked hand-in hand  to the kitchen, me smiling more than I’ve ever had during my entire life and her sulking the same as often. As we entered the kitchen, there sat on the kitchen table was mein Bruder Gilbert, Francis and Antonio, and they were eating. They were eating the kuchen that I baked. And since I couldn’t find any trace of kuchen other than the ones on their plates, that must mean that they already finished it. I must’ve given off a dark aura as the two out of three of the trio heavily gulped simultaneously. Antonio was still eating his cake, not intimidated at all by the situation, he really is oblivious.

          Soon Gilbert and Francis made a run for it and grabbed Antonio to spare him from my wrath. (y/n) is laughing hysterically beside me and I’ve decided to let mein Bruder and his trio go this time, but next time, I wouldn’t be so merciful.

EXTENDED ENDING:

          Today is my first date with (y/n). We’re going to a fancy restaurant of which I’ve made reservations to. It was weird because the idea came from her, I thought she didn’t like going to fancy-pancy restaurants, but she insisted, which was puzzling.

          As I pulled my car over in front of her house, I walk up to her doorway and doorbell at the door, waiting for her to open up.  When she opened the door, something shocking was revealed in front of my eyes.  (y/n) was wearing a (f/c) dress and (f/c) flat shoes, and she was carrying a purse. Her hair was beautifully curled and tied back in a half-ponytail.  I found myself unable to look away, as she was so beautiful. I must’ve made her feel embarrassed as she tried covering her own blush with her purse, I regained my senses and  smiled lovingly at her. She met my gaze but quickly looked away. I grabbed her hand and placed it firmly on my left arm.

“Let’s go shall we, Frau?”

“Yeah, yeah”