My Own Worst Enemy: Chap. 2 AlfredxReaderxLudwig

"Thanks for not letting him in, Luddy. I knew I could trust you." He couldn't help but smile at the nickname she had given him when they were quite young. "Later, if you want to, do you want to go back to his house so I can get my things?" Her (H/C) locks danced in the breeze she created when she began to walk to the kitchen. Ludwig nodded but slowly realized that she couldn't even see him. "Ja, zat vould be no problem."

In the kitchen, (F/N) was looking through the cupboards for some breakfast.  She was wearing a baggy (favorite superhero) t-shirt of Alfred's and a pair of silky silver pajama pants with black stripes.  Ludwig was leaning in the doorway, he still looked rather tired because he never went back to sleep. "Do you need some help?" He watched her stand on her tiptoes to reach something atop the fridge. (F/N) was to put it lightly persistent, she waved a hand in dismissal and continued to hop.

Ludwig had now moved from his spot in the doorway and to the fridge, which was black as most of the appliances in the kitchen. "Here." He held the bag that contained a loaf of bread in his hand. "Thanks Luddy." (F/N) laughed as she took the twisty of the bag and grabbed a piece out. She grabbed a jar of (favorite type of jam) and spread it onto the slice with a butter knife.

As he watched how happy she was as she ate something so simple, Ludwig pondered on why anyone would ever want to hurt her.  (F/N) was a person just like everyone else, but to him she was such a well perfect person. Alfred was an idiot for hurting her, which was something he did all of the time.  He recalled how she had come pounding on his door only a few hours ago. Ludwig remembered the stabbing and throbbing pain in his heart that came with seeing tears streaming down her face. He had wanted nothing more than to make her feel better.

"Yo, Ludwig are you on this Earth or off in La-La Land?" A hand waved in front of his blue eyes which seemed to be staring into beautiful oblivion. "I'm on Earth, I promise." He took the bag from the counter and put it back on top of the refrigerator. "Sometimes, I think that you are too nice." (F/N) muttered as she walked back into the living room and flopped onto the couch.

"Vell I am pretty sure that Alfred doesn't think that I'm too nice." He took a seat next to her and replayed how wonderful it felt to punch that American in the face. All of the jealousy, rage and hatred Ludwig had for his best friend's boyfriend had been directed into that single punch.  "Wait, what did you do to my Alfie? " She shot up straight on the couch, as if she had sat on a pin of anger.  Mentally, she knew that she shouldn't flip so easily but (F/N) often had troubles with hiding her feelings.

"Mein Gott, are you kidding me right now? You come to my door in ze middle of ze night crying your eyes out und zen you become all vorried about me hurting Alfred?' Ludwig was now standing up, not believing how quickly she had flipped on him. Didn't she understand that all Alfred had ever done was hurt her when he had always been there to comfort her? He was always there when her boyfriend cheated on her, yelled at her or left her alone in a restaurant when they had planned a date. He had been her shoulder to cry on for as long he could remember.

"Jeez Luddy, I wasn't thinking alright? I'm so used to how Alfred is that I am always ready to defend him even when he has hurt me." (F/N's) eyes had drifted down to the oak wood floor in self loathing. She hadn't mean to defend her boyfr- well ex-boyfriend. "Vatever, I guess ve should go get your zhings from his house, ja?" He saw her nod in agreement and grabbed his keys from the entertainment center where he had set his keys upon getting home from work.

(F/N) pulled on the fuzzy (favorite color) slippers that she had bought herself last year for her birthday and followed Ludwig to his car. He drove a (guess what color!) black Mustang, that (F/N) had told him to buy because he looked good driving it.  He double checked that himself and (F/N) had put their seat belts on, ever since Ludwig had got his license he had been extra precautious when driving.  This was because his older brother Gilbert had nearly been killed because his friend was being reckless while driving and was also under the influence. The car ride to the house (F/N) and Alfred once shared was a silent, tension filled one. Ludwig didn't want to speak for fear of saying something that he would regret.

Eventually the final turn to her old home was made and the familiar driveway was calling to her. If Ludwig hadn't insisted on going in with her, she supposed she would have stayed as soon as she walked inside.  She was surprised to find that Alfred wasn't home, but then again he was probably buying some more alcohol for yet another party that night. (F/N) grabbed the key that she had hidden underneath the widow sill, so she could get in on the days that Alfred locked her out.  When she pushed open the door, the faint scent of Axe and hamburgers hit her. Those smells made her want to bury herself within Alfred's chest and feel safe.

"I have to go upstairs first, Ludwig you can just wait down here. I won't take long." Ludwig grabbed her hand to stop her. "Nein, I zhink I should go vith you." (F/N) sighed and let go of his hand, her eyes saying that she would be fine. She left him with a soft, yet reassuring smile before she turned and walked the rest of the way upstairs. (F/N) was throwing her clothes into suitcases when she heard pained groans coming from the bathroom three rooms down.