Germany x Maid!Reader - Devoted Attention

Chap. 2 - Home

After some time of introduction, the blonde gentleman walked himself to the car and carried your bags in. To your surprise, he seemed very keen on serving you!

‘It is quite alright, really. I can carry the ba-‘

‘Nein, it’s okay. I’ll carry them in.’

You smiled and agreed while clutched the hem of your dress. At the corner of your eye, you could see the car drive away. Faintly seen was the driver waving goodbye to you. He was a nice fellow, you thought.

Creak. You turned your attention to Mr. Beilschmidt opening the large doors of the manor opening behind you. Peering inside, you were able to see a beautiful chandelier as well as aged paintings hanging on the wall.

‘Und this is mein Haus, Miss _____’

‘This, this… It is spectacular!’ You exclaimed, observing every wonderful detail the manor had to offer. ‘I wouldn’t say spectacular, but it’s most definitely home for me,’ he replied.

You looked at the stairway, noticing a young albino man approaching both of you. ‘Don’t you mean, “home for us”? Bruder?’ The albino man said, noticing you. ‘You did not tell me the Fräulein had arrived.’

‘She just arri-‘ Before the blonde could finish his reply, his albino brother had made his way to you. He spoke in a hushed tone, asking for name. You gave it to him, and he demonstrated his welcome through a kiss to your hand. You blush, turning away. The blonde brother gave his brother a cold stare, while growling his name, ‘Gilbert.'

'What? Why do you look at me like that, West? Can't I show some respect to the frau?' The albino man questioned, now known to you as Gilbert.

'Look, I did not say you couldn't, Gil-'

'Yes, you did.'

'Nein, I did not.'

'Oh, but you did. You implied it.'

You decided to cut this arguement short, 'I...uh, shall I begin now?'

"Nein, you just arrived. L-let me show you around,' said Mr. Beilschmidt, stuttering slightly. 

You began to follow the tall blonde to every corner of his house. 'That is the kitchen, that is the bathroom, over there is the stairs, that is my office, there is Gilbert's room... Oh, und I apologise for my bruder's erratic behaviour. This is your room.' You both stopped in front of your new room. There it was. Soft white walls, a wooden table, a small vase of roses, a pretty quilt laying over the bed and open windows that were over-looking the courtyard. This would be home for awhile to come.

Mr. Beilschmidt had layed your luggage on your bed. 'Please do make yourself at home, Miss _____. Your uniform is in the drawer.' He stood staring at you awkwardly for a minute. You looked back at him, and yet still, he was looking at you. You looked out the window, hoping that he would have stopped. He did, but now he was leaving your room with a blush across his cheeks.

You had brought yourself to the drawer and opened it. There, inside, was a black dress with a white apron ontop of it. The dress length reached slightly past your knees and its sleeves reached your wrists. You decided to put the modest dress on, along with the apron. Oh, and there was a little white hat! You did your hair up in a bun, and placed the little hat on your head. You looked very pretty.

Really, you should have been unpacking, so you quickly caught up on that. 'This goes here... Um, wait. Oh, yes. Shirt goes here...' You rambled on, putting your clothes in the correct draw.

You were very much organised and had decided to visit Mr. Beilschmidt to see if he was in need of your help. Carefully and quietly, you made your to his office. There he was, glasses on, sorting his papers.

'Sir, Mr. Beilschmidt? Can I help you with anything?'

'It's alright, frau.'

You leant down and picked up a file that had fallen on the floor, 'Here you are, Sir.'

'D-Danke, Miss.' He stood up and  took the file from your hand, faintly smiling. 'It is good to have you here.' You smiled, slighlty blushing at the remark. Ha. You're already starting to like him. Odd!

'I guess I should start on dinner.'

'That'd be nice,' said  the dashing German said in reply, 'Thank you, frau.'

Straight away, you left for the kitchen. You began to search the cupboard and fridge. An assortment of vegetables and herbs, some meats... Oh, and a lot of potatoes and wurst. 'I suppose that's an indication,' you say. At once, you start putting together a potato meal with some tasty German sausages, wursts as they are called! As you searched the cupboards for dinner plates, you notice Mr. Beilschmidt walk out of his office. You quickly go back to searching, but not before the German spoke to you.

'What are you looking for, Miss ____.'

You blush, 'Oh, j-just some plates.'

His towering figure walks behind you and his arms open up one of the cupboards. 'Here you are frau,' he says while he hands you a plate, 'I see that you are making wurst. Meine favourite.'

After some time, dinner was ready. You began placing the food onto the plates. The food looked fantastic, and you were so very proud of your work. 'Never did I think I could be this proud!' you said, wipping your hands on your apron.

A couple moments had passed. You saw the brothers in the dining room. Make an impression and make it fancy. You picked up the plates and started walking to the dining room. Swish. Your pretty dress swayed as you walked. You paused in the door frame, looking at the hungry brothers. 

'Wurst and potatoes, for the fine gentlemen of the manor,' you say, carefully placing the meals infront of the men. At the end of the table, you placed your own meal down. Mr. Beilschmidt had allowed you to take a seat, and so you did.

'Even without the dressing, this looks so good!' Gilbert exclaimed, 'I wonder if you do too, fra-'

'GILBERT!' An interjection full of jealousy came flying out of the blonde's mouth.

'Kann Sie beruhigen? Ich war nur ein Scherz ... Kesesesese! (1)'

'Wissen Sie, wie unhöflich das ist?! (2)'

You were very aware that some kind of conflict had taken place, so you sigh. From the corner of your eye, you could see Mr. Beilschmidt grabbing his brother by his colar, cursing to him in German. You ate while they faught. The meal tasted rather good!

That was the events of dinner. It was all over now. You had recently washed the dishes, sweeped, and made the brothers' beds. Now, you were ready for sleep. On your bed, there you lay, deep in thought. 

'Those brothers have some kind of family issue, I am sure,' you mumble.

That was the very last thing you said, for seconds later, you were fast asleep.

German to English Translation

(1) - 'Can you calm down? I was just kidding ... Kesesesese!'

(2) - 'Do you know how rude that is?!'