Germany x Maid!Reader - Devoted Attention

Chap. 3 - Murmurs in the Garden

You awake to the sound of birds in the trees by the window. A little sweep of air hit the windchimes which caused them to clatter. You turn to your right to see the clock by the wall.

6:03 am.

You quickly kick the covers back, using every last bit of morning momentum you had. Now, you were tiredly strolling to the bathroom, in hopes you'll have a decent shower. As you begin to turn the taps, you notice a clean maid uniform sitting on the bathroom counter. You assumed Mr Beilschmidt had placed it there. That was nice of him, you thought. You then proceeded to have your shower.

15 miuntes managed to slip by so quickly. You had just finished your shower and now you were putting on the last few pieces of your uniform. You gently fiddle with the ribbons of your apron, tieing a pretty knot around your waist. 'Done,' you say.

Quickly and quietly, you head down stairs. Pitter patter was the sound of your feet upon the woodboards. You were expecting to find both the brothers sleeping. Though, this wasn't exactly the case. As you walked down the hallway, you had seen Gilbert's bedroom door was shut, so you assumed that he was still resting, though you did see Mr Beilschmidt, who was focused on his work with a steaming coffee in hand.

You quitely approach the doorway to his office. There, you stood with your hands by your side, displaying a pretty smile.

'Hello, Mr Beilschmidt.'

He quickly looked up at you. And oh how he blushed and stumbled at the sight of your alluring face.

'H-Hallo, f-frau.'

'Would you like anything, sir?'

'O-Oh, um. Maybe some toast, please. Thank you.'

'I will get started on it, sir.'

With that sentence, you took off. Straight to the kitchen you went. Slammed your hands onto the kitchen bench, taking a second to find the fresh loaf of bread. There, you spotted it. You cut two slices of the loaf and proceeded to put them into the toaster. After few minutes of gruelling waiting, the lovely golden slices popped up. You buttered the toast slightly, then placed them on a plate. You took the meal, along with a cup of orange juice to Mr Beilschmidt.

'Here, you are Mr. Beilschmidt. I hope you enjo-' Just as you placed the meal infront of him, his hand reached out for the plate, accidently tapping your own.

'Oops, I am so sorry. My appologies, frau.'

He enjoyed the little accident. He would look at you awfully a lot and everytime he did so, he blushed. He wanted to place a sweet kiss on you, but he couldn't do that. For he was the Sir and you were the maid.