I dreamed a dream Part 1: GermanyxReader

I dreamed a dream ~Chapter 1

Ludwig POV

"Ludwig! Ludwig!"

I heard her voice off in the distance, mixing in with the rest of the commotion of the school's cafeteria. She seemed to be waving a piece of paper in her hand, the other holding onto her book bag as sprinted through the masses. Why was one of the most popular girls in school running towards me, a large smile printed on her face and excitement in her eyes? It certainly seemed to baffle my brother that's for sure. He had his eyes on her for a long time and was always trying to ask her out. Well, it all happened six months ago, when she began to fail her math class and our teacher suggested a tutor.

"Hey! Check it out Luddy!"

"I told you not to call me zat!"

"Just look!"

She then slapped the paper down in front of me. My eyes gazed down as my mouth dropped open. I picked up the paper in my hands and just stared for a moment, a smile forming on my lips. I couldn't believe this! I had never been so proud of someone before.

"Vow, zat's vunderbar!"

"I know right!?"

She leaned down and hugged me tightly. I returned the gesture but I would prefer that she stop. It had been a long six months together and I had to admit that I was falling for her, though I wished I wasn't. We could never work. It was a relationship that could just never last and I know that. This is why I absolutely hated feeling this way about her. It wasn't fair, life was toying with me. The first girl that showed actual interest in me, my hobbies, and everything else was way out of my league. At first she spent time with me simply to get extra help with her math but after awhile she asked to just hang out.

This might be too 'self-conscious' for someone like myself however it is what it is. I had always valued brains over beauty but in a school society, no matter how you try to keep your standards high, you eventually succumb to the way things are run. I couldn't help but look at her and feel a terrible pang in my chest. Men were crawling at her feet; they would sell their souls to the devil himself just to be with her while I sat here alone, doing extra credit physics work. We were just never meant to be.

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"Dude, ven are you going to ask her out?"

My brother came into the living, holding two beers in one hand and a bowl of chips in the other. We had lived together, just the two of us, for quite awhile now and he didn't mind me having an occasional beer every now and again, as long as he was with me. He plopped down on the sofa beside me, holding a bottle out to me and setting the chips on the coffee table.

I was watching some stupid movie about some 'star-crossed lovers' who could never be together, but then ended up being together. Complete bullshit. That doesn't happen in real life.

"Gilbert, how many times vill I have to tell you, I'm not asking her out!"

"Come on, ze worst thing she can say is no."

The worst thing she can say is 'no'. Well that was the biggest understatement of the year. If she said no, it would shatter my heart. It would ruin me, and I wasn't about to let that happen. No way. No way in hell. See (your name) wasn't your stereotypical popular girl. Yes, she was friends were all the 'right' people and usually dressed in the 'right' way, but she didn't act like them. She cared about people. Like me for example. She didn't want to just use me to help her grades; she wanted to get to know me. She even offered to return the favour by sneaking me into some of her friend's parties but I quickly denied. She made sure I never had to feel alone. I was grateful for that. For the longest time it had been just my brother and I so having someone else in the picture really filled and empty place in my heart.

"Not happening."

"Man, you really aren't adventurous. You've got to live a little!"

"Und by living, you mean drinking beer and having sex?"

"Exactly!"

Sighing I pushed a hand through my slicked, blonde hair. Sometimes I wondered how he could possibly be my older brother. He changed the channel to some horror film that we watched for awhile, just passing the time by. This is how I spent my Friday nights. But I didn't mind. Usually my brother would be out partying just like (your name) but every now and again he would take time to spend his party nights with me.

Unlike Gilbert, (your name) didn't actually like parties that much. She didn't find them very much fun because all people really did was get drunk and have regretful sex with people they hardly knew, but she had to go. She had to keep up her title and image. But she didn't have the sex or the drugs like all of the others. No. She was too good for that. She had too much self-respect for that. Sometimes she would drink and although it might sound hypocritical, I hated when she would drink. She didn't need to.

"Hey, Vest, your phone."

I felt my brother nudge my side as my eyes drifted open. I had fallen asleep and now looking at the time it was nearly one in the morning. Yawning and stretching my arms out for a moment, I then reached out to my buzzing phone and flipped it open, pressing it to the side of my face.

"Hallo."

"H-hey, Luddy?"

"Ja, vat's going on?"

"Um...I ah...I need your help.."

I could hear sniffling on the other end now as I sat up, all of my need for sleep quickly leaving me. What was going on? Was she alright? Had someone hurt her? My heart was starting to race as I thought of all the possibilities.

"Vith vat? Vat's going on? Are you ok?!"

I heard more crying. Listening closely I heard the music in the background and knew she must have been at a party. No surprise there. But why she was calling me when she was supposed to be out having fun, now there was the surprise.

"I um...I...could you...come pick me up?"

"Vhere are you?"

"I'm, I'm at Alfred's house."

"I'll be zere."

I then flipped the phone shut and raced to get my jacket. Something was definitely wrong. She wouldn't just call me for nothing in the middle of the night, this was serious. What had happened? I just hoped that I could get there in time to get her out.

"Bro, vere are you going?"

"I need to go get (your name)."

"Ahh, ze white night comes to ze rescue."

"Shut it."

And with that I was out. I ran down the stairs quickly finding my way to the old car my brother and I shared. It wasn't a Lamborghini, but it did the trick. Alfred's house was only a ten minutes drive from ours; however this was the longest ten minutes of my life.

My hands were drumming the top of the steering wheel as I sighed heavily, listening to some stupid pop song on the radio about one-night stands. Oh god. Maybe that's what happened to her? No. No that wouldn't be it. I just couldn't get there fast enough.
Finally pulling up in front of the large, overcrowded house I stepped out and began my search. I hoped that I wouldn't have to venture to far into the house to find her. Walking up those porch stairs and seeing the madness before me was just a reminder as to why I didn't attend this type of outing. I braced myself and walked inside.

Pushing my way through the masses, I looked all over for her; even asking a few people who didn't appear to be that wasted but I had no luck. Where could she have gone? This didn't look good. Had I taken too long? I was so scared. What was I going to do if something bad had happened to her? She asked me to come and I came too late.

"L-Luddy."

A small voice sounded in my ears and a hand my now pulling on my jacket from behind me.
Turning around, there she was. I was so relieved.

"Zere you are! Are you ok? Did somebody hurt you?"

"Can we...can we just go?"

"Ja."

I took her hand and lead her through the crowd and back out the front door. Racing down the steps I felt her stumbling behind me. I sure hoped that she wasn't drunk. We got into the car and I looked over at her. Her eyes met mine, I didn't even have to ask her the question.

"I..I'm so sorry...to call you...so late. I just.."

She started to cry again. Her already tear-stained face was red and puffy from our phone call earlier. I reached a hand over to put on her shoulder, not really knowing what to do at a time like this. What was I supposed to say?

"He...he tried to drug me."

"Vat?"

"Mathias...he tried to drug me."

"Vhy? Vhy the hell-."

"He wanted to have...have...sex with me."

I leaned across the armrest and pulled her into an awkward but needed hug. She sobbed while I held her close. I wanted to go in there and kill that guy for trying something so stupid, but now was not the time. Right now, I needed to be with her. She clung to me, not letting me go as she cried. I could feel her body's movements, every hiccup, and every sniffle. I wished that I could make this better.

"How about I take you home."I whispered in her ear. I rubbed circles on her back, trying to calm her down and maybe even sooth her. I pulled back, much to her displease and gave her a reassuring smile as I waited for her response. Her face became clouded as she answered.

"No!"

"Vat? Zen vat are you going to do?"

She quieted back down as I let her go and put my seatbelt on and the keys in the ignition. She slumped in her seat, eyes looking downward. I could tell she was still thinking about something but I didn't dare call her out on it. When she wanted to talk, she would.

"Can I...can I stay...with you?"

What? She wanted to stay with me? Overnight, at my house?

"Please?"

"J-ja, I guess so."

I drove away from the curb and into the night, outraged, concerned and most of all, confused. There were so many things going through my head right now I didn't know what to do, so I just kept my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. All too soon we arrived at my house. There was still a blaring light coming from the living room so I assumed Gilbert was still up. I helped her out of the car, even though she promised she had nothing alcoholic to drink yet tonight and walked up the stairs with a protective arm around her.

Walking in the front door, my brother was sleeping on the sofa. That was a relief. I didn't have to hear some stupid comment on how I was going to sleep with her or something, however, this would make sleeping arrangements difficult. I helped her up the stairs as she seemed very wobbly, making me quite worried. As I sat her down on my bed I noticed some scratches on her bare arms. She must've put up some fight with this asshole.

"Thank you."

She mumbled as I went to my closet to find her something to sleep in. She sounded so tired, and worn out. I sat down beside her and handed her a t-shirt and sweatpants. They would be a bit too big but she was just sleeping, and it would be better than that skimpy dress she was wearing.

"Ja, don't mention it. Now, I'll sleep in Gilbert's room, you can stay here in my r-."

"Stay with me."

She put her small hand on my arm as I went to stand up and leave. She looked at me with those puffy, red eyes and I felt my heart break. She looked so sad. It was so strange to have her like this. She was always so cheerful and excited, she reminded me a bit of Alfred and I think that's why they had gotten along so well but lately, she wasn't the same. Yes, we just had our final exams of the year, graduation, prom and going to university was all coming within a matter of days but I expected someone like her to get even more ecstatic about it. She was the complete opposite.

"Ah, vell, I could get the sleeping bag.."

"No stupid, with me. God, you don't have to be so modest."

"S-sure, I'll just go, um...get changed."

She sounded so angry now. For the past few weeks she was just a huge bottle of emotions. I really wanted to know what was going on. I wished there was something I could do. Once we all situated, I closed my eyes trying to get to sleep as soon as possible as to sooth my awkward self, but she wouldn't let me.

"Luddy."

"Ja."

I opened one eye to look at her. She looked so distant now, not even looking at me. I opened my other eye, trying to become more alert, maybe now I could find out what was bothering her.

"He left again."

My heart sank. Another thing that made (your name) so amazing to me was that she could
understand my loneliness. She didn't come from a rich family; she didn't have the perfect life as most popular girls do. No, her life was far from perfect. Her father and mother were in a constant battle, which sometimes ended up in him leaving for days, weeks, even months at a time until he came crawling back and begged for them to let him back in their lives only so he could hurt them again. I hated her father even though I had never met the man.

This is why she went to parties, why she tried so hard to stay popular, she hated feeling alone. She often came back to an empty home so to fill the emptiness she went to a society that was always full with people. It never bothered her that these people were all fake and didn't give a rat's ass about her, they were still people, and company is what she needed to fill the empty void in herself. She and I were alike. We both had a space that needed to be filled inside of us, a place that was left empty by someone who was supposed to love us unconditionally.

"Oh, (your name), I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, I just.."

She started to cry again. Fuck it. I pulled her close to me, giving her the biggest hug I could. Her body was trembling, even worse than earlier. I could tell how much she was hurting. I sat up with her still in my arms and began to rub her back, wishing that I could do something, anything, but there was nothing. All I could do was hold her until she fell asleep.

"Shh, it's ok. It's not your fault."

I whispered over and over again. One hundred times. One thousand times. It didn't matter. I rocked her back and forth in my arms, speaking in hushed tones, praying that Gilbert had enough beers to keep him asleep for this. Her head slowly moved up and she looked at me in the eyes.

"L-ludw-wig."

"Ja?"

"P-please, please, never l-leave me."

She seemed so desperate. The only man in her life was constantly leaving her, never knowing if he would return or not, leaving her to simply wait by the phone. I would never want to do that to her. But I had a career in the military in my future, and I couldn't help but think that if she stayed with me, there could only be more pain and waiting for her. I wanted to tell her this, but as I looked into those big, sad eyes, I couldn't bring myself to.

"I will never leave you. I promise."