2p!GermanyXReader Good With a Gun

"(Name)! I'm home!"

"Welcome back, Mattie!"

The said Canadian walked into the kitchen and noticed the slightly shorter figure with (h/c) locks tied up in a ponytail. She turned to look up at his violet eyes framed by his glasses. "How was work?"

"Just fine. Another world meeting where I was mistaken for America." He sighed softly.

She shorter or the two gave him a sympathetic smile and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry Mattie. Cuba and I know that you aren't that hamburger eater."

Matthew smiled down at his little sister. "Thanks, kiddo. What are you making?" He asked, looking over her shoulder at the skillet on the stove.

She laughed. "Do you need to ask?" Her bright (e/c) eyes shined brightly up at his with a happy grin spread across her face.

Excitedly, Matthew moved to the cabinet and opened it, pulling out the maple syrup. "Glad to know that I have an amazing little sister to make pancakes when I get home from a meeting."

"You know it, Mattie." Replied the shorter of the two.

Now, while Matthew was the country of Canada, his little sister (Name), represented the provence of Ontario. And while he had to deal with the media and the meetings, she just had to deal with sorting out his paperwork at times and work on her own. The two were as close as could be, as close as a brother and sister could be anyway.

Soon enough, the pancakes were made and slathered in maple syrup. The two just sat on the couch and listened to the news as the anchors droned on.

"Anything interesting happen at the meeting this time?" (Name) asked as she took a piece out of her pancake.

"Nah, nothing major. Just Germany yelling at everyone to be quiet and everyone not listening." He replied as he opened the bottle of golden heaven and poured more of it on his plate of fluffy pancakes.

She laughed softly and drew her attention back to the HD screen as news coverage over the meeting started up. The meeting was set in America's place this time, in D.C.

"And now we go to Laura Gills, where she is live at New York City." The anchor spoke.

"Thanks, Jimmy. Well, it's very cold in New York this time of year, and I feel especially bad for the counterparts of our countries since they have to have their meeting in this weather." Laura spoke as she was bundled up in her tan coat.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that they had their meeting at the same time you guys did." (Name) spoke, looking over at her brother.

"Yeah. How many times have you forgotten that?" He asked, nudging her shoulder.

The girl sighed and turned back to the screen. "And now we're going to play a clip of the coverage of this afternoon's break. Thankfully the representative of the UK would talk with us." Laura spoke before the picture of the strawberry blond, freckled faced, blue eyed Brit came up.

"Well, the meeting today has been pleasant so far. We're all trying to keep our heads cool since our good friend Germany has finally decided to reappear." Oliver spoke in his normal cheerful voice.

(Name) nearly choked on her pancake as she heard the words come out of his mouth. Even her brother put down his fork and knife to listen.

"Oh yes! He hasn't been seen since way back in WWII, and now he's back after all this time!" Oliver added with a overly cheerful laugh.

(Name) sat back against the couch and processed what she had just heard. She hadn't seen nor heard a thing over her old childhood friend since the war, and he finally came back to the surface.

"(Name), I need to speak with you."

The Provence turned and faced the muscular man with a scar on his cheek. "Yes, Lutz? What is it?"

"Look, Germany is starting a war. And I need to be with Ludwig." Lutz replied.

She tipped her head, her (e/c) eyes searching his own violet ones. "But Lutz, if you go to war, and Mattie doesn't side with you... I might have to fight with you..." She murmured sadly.

"Hey," He looked at her. "Whatever happens after the war, I'll still be here. You count on that." Lutz told her gently, a rare and comforting smile appearing on his face.

The Provence nodded sadly, just before hugging her friend. "Don't get yourself killed out there, okay?"

"Ja. I won't." Lutz replied as he wrapped his own broad arms around her smaller form.

"(Name)? Are you alright?"

The girl snapped out of her dream and noticed her brother staring at her from his spot on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm fine Mattie. Though, Mattie?" She asked him.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I could take a trip?"

"No."

"Oh thank you Ma-" she paused before turning to her brother. "Why not?"

He sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. "(Name). He hasn't been seen since Germany surrendered way back in WWII. And no, I don't want you seeing him, especially since the Normandy landings!" He exclaimed.

"But Mattie!" She complained.

"Look, I understand that you two have a history, but we have a history as well! You saw what it was like from the boats, I don't want you anywhere near him!" Matthew looked his sister in the eye. "I'm doing this for your own good."

"But that was years ago, Mattie! Thing's have changed!"

"Enough, Ontario!" Matthew shouted, looking at his sister with an angry look in his eyes. "I don't want you anywhere near him. And I mean it!" With that, the Canadian male stood from the couch and stomped away into the house.

"You're being ridiculous, Hockey Head!!!" (Name) shouted after him. She knew that she couldn't get through to him after that. He only used her Provence name whenever he was really angry or upset with her.

Sighing, (Name) picked up the plates and glasses to put them in the sink. Then, after cleaning up and turning the T.V. off, she went up the stairs to her room. She sat on her bed, flopping down onto the (f/c) sheets. Staring at the ceiling, she couldn't help but wonder what Lutz was doing at that moment, back in Germany.

"How am I supposed to see Lutz now? Mattie isn't going to stop me, but I need to see him somehow..." (Name) muttered to herself. Sitting up, and standing from her bed, she began to pace around the room, forming a plan.

"I can't very well go see him during a meeting, the other Counter Parts would be there, and I don't want to deal with them... And since he fell off the grid, I doubt his home would be in the same place he was back before the war..." She muttered as she walked back and forth on her bedroom floor. Looking up, she saw a picture if when she was much younger, with Lutz.

The two of them were sitting next to each other on a bench outside a movie theater. She had dragged Lutz to it so he could watch it with her.

"Seriously? You didn't like the movie?" (Name) asked her friend as the two of them walked out.

"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying that they could have made it more interesting. More guns and such." Lutz replied with a shrug.

She rolled her eyes and elbowed him in his muscular arm. "When is Gilen supposed to pick you up?" (Name) asked him.

"Soon." Lutz replied with a shrug.

(Name) nodded. Walking down the street next to him, she noticed a man with a camera set up on the street with a sight next to him that read: "Pictures! Five Cents each!" Her eyes brightened a bit and she tugged on his arm. "Lutz, do you have any nickels left?" She asked him.

Lutz blinked, the dug around in his pocket. Pulling out the small, silver coin. He easily flipped it into the air then caught it. "You want a picture?" He asked her.

"Please?" (Name) looked up at him with her large, (e/c) eyes, likea little puppy who was begging for table scraps.

He chuckled softly and ruffled her hair. "Why not?"

Cheering, she grabbed him by the arm and went over to the man with the photo stand.

"Picture with you two?" The man asked.

"Yes sir!" (Name) chirped as she handed over the nickel.

The man turned the nickel in his fingers to make sure it wasn't fake, and nodded. "Alright, sit on the bench right there and smile." He told the younger two.

Following his instructions, the two of them sat on the bench, next to each other. (Name) leaned onto him and held onto his arm, beaming happily. Lutz just gave a small smile at the cameraman.

"Perfect, hold that for a moment!" The man said as he snapped the photo. Turning away from them, he began to work on getting the photo printed.

(Name) stood from the bench with Lutz next to her. He sighed softly. "You're something, you know that?"

"A good something or a bad something?" She asked with a playful grin.

He chuckled softly. "For you, a good something."

"Alright, here you are." The cameraman spoke as he turned around, holding the picture out for he two of them. (Name) took the photo and saw that it was fully printed and developed.

"Thank you, sir!" She said happily.

"You're very welcome, young lady." He turned to Lutz. "You young man, have a fine lady on your arm. Keep her close, ya hear?"

Both (Name)'s and Lutz's faces flushed a light pink. "J-Ja. Thank you, sir." After that, the two of them walked away to a small diner.

"Well, that was different." (Name) muttered softly.

Lutz nodded. "Ja, it was..." He replied. Looking up, he sighed again. "Well, Gilen's here."

(Name) looked up to see the figure of a young man in a leather jacket and jeans. He had silvery-hair, pale skin, scars, and blood red eyes. Smiling, she walked over with Lutz to him. "Hey, Gilen." She greeted.

Gilen looked over to her and nodded. "How are you, (Name)?" He asked.

"Just fine, thanks. And I hope you are as well." (Name) replied with a smile.

Gilen's lips curved slightly in a smile and patted her head gently. He looked over to Lutz. "Ready to go?" He asked his little brother.

"Ja." Lutz replied. "Keep that picture close, okay? I might want to see it again."

"You bet, Lutz." (Name) replied with a nod.

Lutz ruffled her hair with a small grin and walked away with his brother, waving as he left. (Name) waved back and when the two of them disappeared from sight, she looked down at the picture. "I'll be sure to keep it safe." She murmured softly, holding it close to her.

"GILEN!! That's it!!" (Name) yelled as she snapped out of her daydream of the past. Rushing to grab her cellphone, she dialed her brother's friend.

"Hallo? You've reached the awesome me!" The Prussian said happily from the other line.

"Gil! I need a favor!" (Name) told him.

"Ja? What is it, Ontario?" Gilbert asked,

"Can you get me Gilen's number? I need to meet up with him." (Name) explained, sitting down on her bed.

Gilbert seemed surprised at the sudden interest in his counterpart. "This wouldn't happen to be related to Lutz's appearance, would it?" He asked.

(Name) could feel her face warm up at the mention of her old friend. "Maybe, but can you please just tell me where I can find him?"

"I'll do ya one better, Frau. I'll give him a call and set a meeting up for you. How does that sound?" Gilbert offered.

"You mean it? You can do that?" (Name) asked in disbelief.

"Ja. Listen, tell your older bruder that you're coming to visit Francy-pants. I'll make sure that France gives him a call to assure him that you made it to him safely. But, instead you'll be meeting Gilen in Germany." Gilbert explained the plan as he sat back in his chair.

"You're a genius, Prussia!"

"Und awesome. Don't you forget it."

~~~~~

"Just stay safe, alright. I want a call from France as soon as you get there." Matthew told (Name) as he handed her the bag of her clothing for the next week or so.

"I will, Mattie. Don't worry." (Name) replied as she slung the bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah. See you." Matthew replied with a gentle smile. "By the way, (Name). I just worry about you, you know? You're my only little sister, and I worry about you."

"I know, Mattie. I get it." (Name) replied, stepping towards the gate. "Bye."

"Bye."

(Name) turned away from her brother and walked to the gate. "She felt bad about tricking him like this, but that little speech made it sting a bit more than before. But she shook it off, knowing that seeking Lutz again would be worth it.

After taking her seat in first-class, she put her bag on her lap and pulled out the framed picture of her and Lutz from way back then. "He did say that he wanted to see picture again someday." She murmured happily as she admired how happy the two of them were.

She then wondered if Lutz looked the same as he did back then. She tried looking for any news reports on actually seeing him, but there weren't any leads.

His muscular build could be all gone now, his hair could be half shaved, and he could have a beard for all she knew.

Sighing, she put the frame back in her bag and looked out the window. This was going to be some flight if Lutz was all she could think about.

~~~~~

"There she is!" Gilbert cheered, grabbing (Name) in a headlock and ruffling her hair.

"Alright, alright, Gil! I get it!!" (Name) yelled in protest as she tried to get out of his grasp.

"Could you let her go, please? I would actually like to send her back home when she's done here."

(Name) looked in front of her and saw the figure of Francis, his long blond hair was groomed and neatly fell to his shoulders, his blue eyes shining brightly. "Good to see you're well." She commented with a smile.

Francis chuckled and walked over just as Gilbert let her go. Embracing her and kissing her cheek, he placed his hands on her shoulders. "Prussia told me all about it. And for the record, I can't exactly say that I agree with this, but I am the country of love. Therefore, I know when a certain little Provence is in love." He told her with a wink.

Her cheeks flared in a light shade of red. "So what?"

He laughed. "Ma chérie, I know when someone is in love, you are no acceptation. If you love him this much, then I'm ready to help you at any cost. Even if that means I have to lie to my dear Mattieu."

Smiling, she hugged Francis tightly. "Thank you, Francis. That means a lot to me."

"Oui. Now, I'll give your brother a call. Prussia, you'll take her form here?" Francis asked, turning to his friend.

"Ja, I'll take care of her, Francy-pants." Gilbert replied with a snicker.

Rolling his eyes, he gave (Name) one last smile before turning away and pulling out his phone.

"Okay, I'm taking you to a café where Gilen should be waiting for you. There, that's all up to you." Gilbert explained as he got (Name)'s bag from luggage.

"Got it." She replied as the two walked to his car.

(Name) sat up front with Gilbert as he drove through the streets of France, and soon crossed into Germany. Watching as the scenery of Berlin passed by, Gilbert soon parked in the parking lot of a café. "This is as far as I go." He told her, taking off his seatbelt.

"Thanks, Gil. This means a lot to me." (Name) spoke as she took off her own belt. He helped her out of the car and got her back from the trunk. She gave him a quick hug. "I won't forget this, Mr. Awesome."

"Kesesese! You better not, Frau! Or I'm coming for ya!" He laughed, ruffling her hair again.

Laughing, she pushed his hand off her head and slung her back over she shoulder. She walked to the café and looked around. Seeing if any of the faces were familiar. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw the figure of another albino man. He was sitting at a table outside and drinking a cup of coffee. His hair was long and pulled back in a ponytail as he face was covered in several scars. What was most shocking, was that he had a prosthetic arm made of a metal of some kind.

Walking over to him, she caught his attention, his blood red eyes meeting her (e/c) eyes.

"G-Gilen?" She guessed softly.

The albino stood, towering over her by a few inches. He smiled slightly, "Don't tell me that you forgot me after almost a century."

(Name) laughed softly and hugged him tightly, feeling him wrap his arms around her. "It's been so long, Gilen." She murmured softly.

"Ja. Sorry I haven't been keeping in touch. Is just that after the war, things have been kind of shaky with you brother and us counterparts." Gilen apologized as he pulled out a chair for her .

"Don't worry about it, I would be in the same position you were if I was you." (Name) replied as she sat in the chair, watching as he took his own seat again. "So... The arm..."

"Ja, lost it when a tank blew back in Normandy." Gilen explained as he moved his fingers in the prosthetic. "Not the best looking, but I like how it looks."

"It kinda fits you." (Name) murmured as she gently touched the cool metal with her fingers.

"So, I take it that you heard about Lutz. After all, you haven't tried to find us before." Gilen spoke as he took a sip of his coffee.

"You know Mattie wouldn't have liked it, Gil. Believe me, I would have come. But I didn't need him, America, England, and France on my tail." (Name) replied as she rolled her eyes.

He nodded. "I know, I understand. I would feel the same way. However, that is why you're here, right?"

"Yes. Do you know where he is and how he's doing?" (Name) asked.

"Ja. Ever since the Cold War ended and the Berlin Wall went down, he's gotten even more into his artillery." Gilen replied, setting his cup down.

"And you and your art? How's that going?" She asked.

He chuckled softly. "Just fine. The arm makes it a little different, but I do get by my studio is connected to the house, and his workshop isn't far."

"So, is he there now?"

"Ja, he should be."

She brightened up. "Can you give me the address so I can go and see him? Please?"

Gilen looked her in the eyes. "(Name), you really care about my little bruder, right?"

"Y-yeah."

"Then promise me something." Gilen placed a hand on her forearm, gripping it gently. "Make sure that you make him happy. Ever since the two of you separated before the war, he wasn't the same. I want to see that the bruder I had in the 20s still exists."

(Name) nodded slowly. Had her separating form Lutz been that much of a burden to him? "I promise, Gilen."

Gilen smiled softly. Digging through his pockets, he pulled out a sheet of paper. "This is the address to his workshop. It's not far from here, just a couple blocks."

"Thank you, Gilen." (Name) smiled as she took the paper from his hand. She stood and began to walk away, but she turned around. "Hey, even if I didn't promise, would you have given the address?"

Gilen shrugged. "Probably would have kidnapped you, but what's the difference?"

~~~~~

(Name) gave a shaky sigh as she stood in front of the building. It was rather large, like a warehouse. Definitely room for a lot of guns. She put a hand to the door and opened it. Walking into the lobby, she saw that no one was at the front desk. But there was a door that read: "EMPLOYEES ONLY" in large, bold letters.

"He's probably back there..." She murmured as she walked behind the counter and to the door.

She turned the handle and cautiously stuck her hand in. The room was large, and looked like a large, metal hallway.

BANG!!

She heard something hit the wall only a few feet away from her head. Turning, she saw a target in the shape of a man, with a bullet hole right in between the eyes.

"I suggest you move away from the target, unless you want to be shot as well." A deep voice called from across the room.

Shutting the door, (Name) quickly walked to the other side of the room. She noticed that there wasn't any glass between the one range and the door, it was all open space. Looking at the other side of the room, she noticed shelves full of scopes, magazines full of bullets, and hundreds of different shotguns, pistols, rifles, and other artillery.

There, on the other side of the small base stood a figure looking over a gun. He had it on a stand and was adjusting the scope.

"I'll be right with you..." The voice grunted softly.

(Name) laughed softly. "Forgotten what I looked like, Lutzy?" She asked.

The muscular figure stopped his work and stood up straight. Turning, (Name) was met with the face of her old friend, Lutz. His messy blond hair was hidden under a black hat, his violet eyes seemed tired and bright at the same time, and the scar in the side of his face had still refused to fade away even after the years it had appeared. He wore a grey tank top that stuck to his figure and outlined his figure.

"...(Name)?" He asked softly.

She nodded slowly, a small smile growing wider. "Hi, Lutz."

He walked towards her and hugged her tightly. (Name) didn't hesitate to return the hug just as tightly. He smelt of beer and oil, but it was a scent that she missed.

"How did you get here? Shouldn't you be in North America?" Lutz murmured.

"I managed to get away from my brother to see you. I just found out that you resurfaced, and I came as soon as I could." She replied softly.

Breaking apart, Lutz looked her over, resting a hand on her cheek. He chuckled softly, a grin forming on his face. "You really have grown, haven't you?"

"Well it has been almost a century since I saw you, so yeah!" (Name) laughed. "And look at you! Still as muscle bound as always!"

He nodded and rubbed the back of her head. "So, how exactly did you find your way here so quickly?"

"Called Gilbert, he called Gilen, I'm here." (Name) replied with a grin.

Lutz's chuckled softly. "That's just like you. Well, welcome to my workshop. I guess Gilen told you about my work."

"Yeah, and he sure wasn't kidding." (Name) spoke as she looked around. "Amazing if you ask me."

"Glad you think so." Lutz spoke as he went back over to the gun he was working with.

"So, what exactly are you working on right now?" (Name) asked, following him.

"A shotgun, I've been trying to work on the recoil and see how it does with a scope." Lutz replied as he stood. "Want to give it a shot?"

(Name) laughed. "Funny pun, but I don't really know how to shoot a shotgun."

He blinked. "You've shot a gun before, haven't you?"

"Of course! Just never a shotgun..." She murmured.

"Well, let me teach you." Lutz's spoke before he pulled her by the wrist to the shotgun. He took the gun off the stand and held it against his shoulder as he held the gun by the shaft and kept his hand on the trigger. "You keep the butt of the gun against your shoulder as one hand holds it down on the shaft and you keep one near the trigger." He explained, looking at her. "You look down the shaft, then," he pulled the trigger and shot the target in the chest. "That's all there is to it."

"Okay, I think I got it." (Name) spoke as she walked over. Taking the shotgun from Lutz, she held it against her shoulder and moved her hands to their rightful places. "Like this?"

Lutz looked her over, but me moved over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on hers. "Keep your hands steady if you want to aim." He explained in her ear as he held her arms steady, his face very close to hers. He squeezed his finger over hers and pulled the trigger and shot the target right in between the eyes.

(Name) grinned. "Thanks, Lutz." She took a moment to register just how close he was. She blushed a light shade of pink.

"Are you alright?" Lutz asked her, moving away from her and placing the shotgun back on the stand.

"L-Lutz..." She spoke softly.

"Ja? What is it?" He asked, going back to her.

The (h/c) girl wrung her hands nervously. "There's a reason I came here, and it's not just to see you."

"Ja? Then what is it?" He wondered, crossing his arms.

Without thinking, (Name) rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I-I really care about you, Lutz. Ever since the two of us were separated, I just felt like something was missing!" She looked up at him, seeing that his own cheeks were dusted with their own pink shade.

"Ja?"

"Yeah, I just... I don't really know... Just when you were gone, my heart felt like it was breaking into hundreds of pieces. And the only thing that kept it from falling apart completely, was this..." (Name) spoke as she pulled out the framed picture from her bag and held it out for him.

Lutz's eyes widened and he took the picture. "You kept it? All this time?"

"Yeah. I loved that picture. I always have." (Name) replied nervously.

Lutz set the picture down and faced (Name). He cupped her cheek in his calloused hand and placed his lips onto hers. The smaller figure didn't waste time to return the kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood on her toes so he didn't have to slouch. When the need of air came in between them, they broke apart.

"(Name), I've felt the exact way all these years." Lutz murmured.

"Then why haven't you come and see me?" (Name) wondered, a bit of hurt stinging in her heart.

"Because I knew things would be a bit touchy if I went. Your brother's landing at Normandy was one of the worst spots and how many casualties there were. I knew that it wasn't a good idea." Lutz replied, his violet eyes looking sadly into hers.

(Name) sighed softly and hugged him tightly. "At least you know how I feel now, that's what matters to me."

"Und hey," he lifted her chin and smiled gently. "You must know how I feel too."

"Yeah, I do." She replied with a smile. "I love you, Lutz."

"Ich libe dich, (Name)." Lutz replied.

~~Extended Ending~~

(Name) knocked on the door and stepped back and stood next to Lutz, who rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you sure this was a good idea?" He asked her.

(Name) nodded confidently. "If my brother is going to know about us, we're telling him ourselves, not letting anyone else tell him.

It wasn't a moment later before Matthew opened the door with Kumajiro in his arms. His violet eyes grew to the size of plates and he stepped back. "(N-Name)?"

"Mattie, Lutz and I are dating." (Name) told her brother. "Sorry if you don't like it, but it's happening."

Matthew's eyes moved from his sister, to the tall German, and back to his sister. Giving off a sigh of defeat, he shook his head. "I guess I can't stop you." He looked up at (Name) and gave her a small smile. "As long as you're happy, I suppose that's all that matters."

(Name)'s smile grew and she jumped her brother in a hug. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!" She cheered happily.

Matthew laughed softly and gave Lutz a look. Sighing softly, he held a hand out to Lutz. "I suppose if you and (Name) are so happy, I'll give you that much."

Lutz smiled softly and gripped the Canadian's hand in his own. "Danke."

"But keep in mind that if you break her heart, I'll bludgeon you with my hockey stick and leave you for Kuma's lunch."

"Did you say something, Mattie?" (Name) asked.

"Not at all. You two have fun." Matthew spoke before he turned away and went to his room to polish his hockey sticks.

~End~