Germany x Daughter Reader

              Not in a Hundred Years


   "(Y/N)! Turn that music down!" Ludwig's pole, specifically located in his office for this sole purpose, struck the ceiling above him various times, notifying a certain adolescent someone that their volume was too loud.


   He heard the whine of (Y/N), and even more pleasing than that, the diminishing ruckus (Y/N) insisted was music.


   He heard her stomp nearing his office long before he saw his offspring.


   "Vatiiiiiiiii...." She hung her head backwards. "It wasn't even that loud!"


   "(Y/N)," he calmly started, "if my desk is vibrating from the volume, it's too loud." His pen deftly signed another form. "You could always find another form of entertainment."


   "Like wha?"

 
   "Like what (Y/N)," he grabbed another sheet, "use proper language."


   She puffed out her breath. "Like read?" She walked towards the wall-length bookcase. Each shelf was stuffed to the brim with books of all sizes and color. But for whatever reason, her eyes  gravitated to a crimson colored thick spine.


   She pulled out the thick book. Her fingers caressed the soft black felt and rubbed the red spine.


   She opened the book, and admired the  textured paper. She turned another more. Her face burst with a radiant smile.

 
   "Mom!"


    Ludwig stopped writing and looked up. (Y/N) turned, her hands cradled the book as it were a precious child.


   "That was your mother's scrapbook."


     This page held a teenage version of (Y/N)'s mom, proudly showing off her braces and crooked pigtails.


   "Oh! Look at this one!" (Y/N) quickly appeared at her father's side. She held the book before him, glad to share such a wonderful discovery.


   Her fingers changed the page. "Wow! When was this?"


   On the page below is a photo of a lovely woman dressed in a half ripped shirt. Her face was glittering with sweat and she had a wild smile. Her hand was in a 'rock and roll' pose.


   "That was during our honeymoon."


   "What? Really?"


   Ludwig smiled with the thoughts of past memories. "Your mom insisted that for our honeymoon we'd go on a Rammstein tour, or else we wouldn't get married."


   (Y/N) laughed. "What a second. You're telling me, that mom liked Rammstein?"


   Ludwig blushed and took of his thin-frame glasses, "Your mother wasn't the only one who likes Rammstein."


   (Y/N) giggled. Then it became outrageous laughter.


   When she regained her composure somewhat, she managed to let out "And I thought my music was bad!"


   Ludwig turned the page. Both of the next pages were spread out with pictures of Ludwig encased in hearts or lines of poetry around them. The page was elegantly decorated with out being too girly.


   And then there was something that made both of them blush madly on the next page. One picture took up the entire left side.


   It was Ludwig naked in the bath tub, holding a rose to his lips with the other hand held behind his head. The only thing covering his naughty no-no bits was a large smiley-face sticker.


   "Um...."(Y/N) started.


   "I'd rather not talk about this one." He swiftly turned the page.


    Next came pictures of a newborn (Y/N). In between pictures were small lists of possible baby names. On the right side was a bright red handprint of (Y/N), along with a date.


   Following those were squiggly drawings done by (Y/N) from when she first started school.


   There was one more naughty picture before the pair came to the last page.


   It was note left behind from (Y/N)'s mother:


              Though I haven't always been a calm girl, nor the best mother, I had had my great joys and sorrows. And this illness, is nothing. Fuck it, if I have to go, so be it. Because I've left my mark, and her name is (Y/N).


              If you ever find this (Y/N), just know mama will always love you. And I'll always be here when you need me.


                P.S, you should probably take out your dad's pictures ;D


    Ludwig laughed. "That sounds like your mother alright."


     (Y/N) pressed the book into her chest.  She smiled as the warmth of the book filled her with the soft memories that her mom left her with.

 
     "So....roses huh?"


    "Give me that!" Ludwig snatched the book and removed the inappropriate images.


     "I miss her."


    Ludwig gently placed the book down and timidly opened his arms.


    (Y/N) rushed into his arms and hugged her dad tight.


   After the moment was over, (Y/N) looked up to her tall father.


    "So.....can I go out today?"


    "With whom?"


    "A friend."


    "Male or female?"


    "Vati!"

   
    His stern gaze never faltered. (Y/N) birthed an idea.


    "Her name is Lily. She's my girlfriend."


   "Oh, alright. You should bring her over so that I can meet her."


    "Vati!" (Y/N) whined, "How come your ok with me having a girlfriend but once it becomes a boy you become the worlds strictest prison guard!"


   "Because boys are evil!" Was his blunt answer.


    She yanked at her hair. She retreated to her room in the same manner she came in.


    Her final remark was a "One day you'll have to let me have a boyfriend!"


     Ludwig glanced down at the crumbled up photos in his hand. He smiled. "Not if I can help it."


                     ✨EXTRA ✨


     "What about this one?" Ludwig held up a dress with too many frills and too many flowers and too many everything.


     "If ain't black, put it back."


     "You know it is acceptable to wear other colors beside black."


     "But I wouldn't feel comfortable."


     Ludwig rolled his eyes. This conversation was all too familiar. Ludwig remembered how long he had beg and grovel to convince his wife that her dress should be white.


    He pushed the cart towards the rack (Y/N) bounced to.


    "I like this one." She held a black long sleeve dress that dropped right above her knees. The sleeves were transparent but the actual dress had lace roses stitched into it.


    And then Ludwig became entranced with the image of (Y/N) wearing a longer, more elegant version of her dress. She had a bouquet. And wearing a veil.


      "Vater? Vati? Hello?"


     "What, what is it?"


    "Your acting weird Vati."


   "It's nothing (Y/N)." He hugged his daughter, "I won't let you get married until your second century."


    "Um...ok."