AxisXWerewolf!Reader: Now What? [Germany's Ending]

  Shamelessly, you sniffed your way through the baking aisle at the store. Old habits die hard, it was going to take more then just a few months for you to break your old wolf antics, not that you were planning on breaking them anyway. Hmmm... lets see... red velvet batter, white cake batter, there we go- chocolate batter. You grabbed the box and held it up over your head.
 
  "I found it!" you cried a little too loudly.
 
  "Quiet down fraulein," you turned to the blue eyed german walking up to you, "Is it to hard for you to just read the labels?"
 
  "Yes," you said matter of factly, then laughing you threw the batter into the cart. "So why are you baking a ton of... whatever you are making."
 
  Ludwig already bought several boxes of different of different batters and frostings along with sprinkles and other various goodies.
 
  He coughed nervously, "Well since Feliciano and Kiku are out of town..." he trailed off and you just nodded. Ludwig's love for baking wasn't the most well known thing in the world and I may have mentioned this before but its not easy to hide things from a werewolf. Since the other two people in the house were leaving for some kind of meeting, Ludwig seized the opportunity.
 
  "Such a wimp," you muttered with a chuckle.
 
  Ludwig turned to you, "Did you say something?"
 
  "Me? No."
~*~
 
  Back at the house you found yourself digging through the cupboards looking for a measuring cup.
 
  Does he even own one? you began to question after a while. Jeez, I give up. you stood, walked over to the counter and read the label on the box.
 
  "One egg," you read aloud to yourself because Ludwig was out of the room for a moment, "A cup of milk, and a half stick of melted butter. Put into a bowl and add batter. Stir. Sounds easy enough."
 
  You got one egg out and tried to position your hands to crack it without breaking it. Concentrate... concentrate... and-
 
  "______ where is your measuring cup," Ludwig's stern voice sounded and startled you to the point you broke the egg in your hands. Surprisingly, the egg cracked nicely into the bowl.
 
  You turned to face the German, "W-well, you see, I couldn't find it and so I figured I could just guestimate how much a cup is."
 
  "Nein!" he scolded in a voice you thought he only used for military drills, "It needs to be perfect you can't just guess how much a cup is. It will throw off the whole recipe!"
 
  You put your hands up in front of you innocently, "Okay, okay fine. You're the baker here."
 
  "Hmph," you let Ludwig deal with the measuring of ingredients and decided to sit at the table. Baking is a spectator sport after all.
 
  You couldn't help but chuckle at how seriously he was taking the whole, 'it needs to be perfect!' thing. Your thoughts wandered to the apron he was wearing. Honestly, Ludwig seemed like the kind of person who would not be caught dead in an apron. It was blue with little white splotches you assumed were supposed to be clouds.
 
  Your chuckles turned into amused laughter after a few seconds and Ludwig turned back to you, "What is it?"
 
  "Just... you," you smiled, "I just don't see you as a baker."
 
  He huffed, "Did I mention we are going to a baking contest?"
 
  Your ears perked, "Contest you say?"
~*~
 
  Sure enough you found yourself at a college contest hall where they were holding the baking event. You almost passed out from the amount of mouth watering scents drifting through the room. Cookies, cake, cupcakes, brownies, you name it, it’s there.
 
  You had to restrain yourself from pouncing on any of the entries. Eventually, you rubbed lotion underneath your nose to try and dull the scents.
 
  "Ludwig I'm gonna die~" you complained as he set up his table.
 
  "You're not going to die fraulein," he responded stiffly.
 
  "You don't have this sense of smell," you tapped your nose.
 
  "Go for a run or something," he suggested.
 
  You narrowed your eyes, "No. How will that help. You just want me to run."
 
  "If you want to sample any of the other entries you have to run," Ludwig smirked.
 
  "Fine I'll run!" you exclaimed, "But not now~ for now you said something about sampling other dishes, ja?"
~*~
 
  "Mmm. This is good," you complimented the chef of a batch of brownies.
 
  "This is extremely good," you said to another.
 
  "Fraulein, how much more are you possibly going to eat?" Ludwig's face paled at the amount of chocolate and other sweets you were consuming. You were only hitting up the people around his table so he could still run his station, but
 
  "I'll stop when I pass out," you countered.
 
  "I don't think that will take very long," he sighed.
 
  "Very funny Luddy," you stopped in front of a table with cake on little plates. Next to the plates were some forks, but they were steel, not plastic. There was a bucket to put your used forks in after you enjoyed your cake.
 
  You grabbed at a fork but as soon as you touched it your hand burned and you dropped the utensil, "Ow," you growled quietly shaking your hand. Tears stung your eyes, it wasn't steel it was silver. You couldn't smell the difference because your senses were dulled do to lotion.
 
  "Flapjacking silver..." you bit your lip and Ludwig rushed up to you from behind his table.
 
  "______, are you okay?" he asked in the most worried tone you ever heard him talk with.
 
  You nodded, "Yeah. Just... silver."
 
  "Fraulein," he grabbed your hand and your face involuntarily turned red. He inspected it, you weren't holding it for more than a second so there was not a whole lot of harm done, in fact the stinging was beginning to stop.
 
  "Its fine really," you blew on it, you thought maybe it would help.
 
  "_______, you need to be more careful," he replied.
 
  "Y-yeah," you took your hand from his grasp, "Its all better now see? Lets just run your... sweets stand or whatever." You pulled out your chair from behind his table and sat in almost complete silence.
 
  "Will all vendors please return to their tables for the judges to go around to each. Thank you," a voice asked loudly from the overhead at least a half hour later.
 
  You turned to Ludwig and uttered your first words since you sat down, "They're not really vendors 'cause they aren't selling anything," you pointed out.
 
  "But they have product that they are providing for other people so technically they are," Ludwig replied stiffly.
 
  "But they aren't selling-"
 
  He waved his hands, "It really doesn't matter."
 
  You sat back and huffed, "I win." Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes. Your brilliant plan of putting lotion under your nose started to annoy you. You rubbed under your nose to get rid of a bit of the smell. Content, you sniffed again.
 
  The scents of pastries and chocolates still filled the air. But there was one scent that made you realize something-
 
  "Ludwig I haven't tried any of your cupcakes!" you exclaimed.
 
  He looked over, surprised at your sudden outburst, "I-uh... I suppose you haven't."
 
  Instantly, you reached out and grabbed a treat from the German's perfectly arranged assortment and took a bite out of it.
 
  In one word? Awesome. In a few, it was the best thing you have ever tasted. It was a (fav cupcake) cupcake with (fav frosting) topping. Your eyes widened slowly and Ludwig smiled slightly at your reaction.
 
  "Wow..." was all you could say. You would have gone on and on about how it was the greatest thing you have ever eaten but the judges walked up right then. Apparently they liked his cupcakes too because they had reactions similar to yours.
 
  Not long after, a short little man with a microphone walked onto a small stage off to the side of the room.
 
  "Hello contestants! The judges have gone around and critiqued everyone's entries and after a long discussion-"
 
  "They only talked for two minutes," you whispered to Ludwig.
   
  "Shush, fraulein."
 
  "-they have come to an agreement on the holders of first, second and third place."
 
  There was a bit of cheering from the crowd before the man continued, "In third place... Francis Bonnefoy with his french millefeuille." The man, Francis, walked onto the stage, shook the announcers hand and accepted a little metal.
 
  "In second place, Matthew Williams with maple syrup cookies!" you watched as a little blonde boy with a curl walked onto the stage. "Matthew where are you?"
 
  "I am right here," the boy said quietly.
 
  The announcer looked over surprised, "Of course you are boy!" Matthew also received a medal.

  ‘"And in first place with several different flavors of assorted cupcakes is... Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
 
  You smiled widely when you heard Ludwig's name called, "You won!" you exclaimed happily.
 
  Ludwig smiled contently as he walked up to get his medal. You clapped loudly from the base of the stage.

  "And for winning the first place prize you also win the vacation to (random place you want to visit)!" the announcer said happily and you clapped enthusiastically.
 
  Ludwig walked off the stage and you ran up to him, "I can't believe you won! Well- I can. But still! I didn't know there was a vacation prize involved! Thats great!"
 
  Ludwig took the medal from around his neck and placed it around yours, "Fraulein, are you forgetting that I didn't make those cupcakes alone?"
 
  Your face turned bright red, "I just sat there and watched."
 
  "You still helped," he gave you a rare smile and if your face could get redder it did.
 
  "Hey," you heard an interruption from the announcer over the microphone, "Maybe if you ask nicely, your boyfriend will take you with him," he winked.
 
  Now your face has hit its red limit.
 
  "I-uh-he's," you stuttered out nervously.
 
  "Of course I'll take her with me," Ludwig hesitantly wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
 
  You smiled then stood up higher to kiss him on the cheek. The awkward German blushed from your action and you chuckled.
 
  "Awesome."
~*~
 
  "So does this mean we're dating now?" you asked innocently once you got back home.
 
  Ludwig's face turned red, "Ah- I. Only if you want to."
 
  You laughed at his reaction, "Sure. That's going to be a change for Kiku and Feli when they get back."
 
  "Ja, it is."
 
  "Are they coming with us on vacation?" you asked.
 
  "Nein. If they get to go somewhere I say we get to also."