Literature
Vati Germany x Reader
“Germy, Germy?” your adorable four year old voice called inquisitively.
Toddling along the long hallway, you opened the door to his room. Completely tidy, but no Germy, you thought to yourself. Closing the door carefully, you stepped back into the hallway, determined to find the man you were looking for.
You looked into every single room upstairs, so you continued your journey by going into the kitchen. He was there, peeling potatoes in his frilly pink apron. Giggling uncontrollably, Germany’s attention was quickly directed upon you.
“I found you Germy! Come on, I wanna show you something. “Pulling