Germany x Reader-Cheer Up

Germany x Reader-Cheer Up
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This is nothing but crack.
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[At Ludwig's house.]

"Hey Ludwig, hey Ludwig!" You poked his cheek excitedly. You could see a vein pop in his head as he furrowed his brow in annoyance. "Luddie!"

"Damn it (Your name) stop that!" He snapped. You froze for a moment, looking into Ludwig's icy blue eyes before, as if in slow motion, poking his cheek once more. At this he jumped up off of his couch and slung you over his shoulder, obviously not willing to put up with your childish nonsense any longer! Up the stairs, taking a right, then a left, you came the end of a hallway that held nothing more than a bathroom. With not a care in the world Ludwig threw you into the bath tube."Stay in there and think about vhat you have done!" Were his last words before he slammed the door in your face. You frowned as you heard his retreating footsteps fade into silence. He had been so pissy lately! You were just going to ask if maybe he wanted to go get ice cream but /no/! He just /had/ to send you to time out in his bathroom. And there you sat.

[Later that day.]

'I wonder where (Your name) has gone?' Ludwig thought with a frown as he followed the only path that lead to his bathroom. 'I know I put him/her in time out earlier but I expected him/her to show up again by now. He/she never has been this good at following orders before.' His frown deepened. He could only imagine the endless possibilities that awaited for him if he opened up this door. With an indescribable grumble he opened the door and walked in, not finding the one person whom he actually wanted to check on for once; who otherwise stuck to him like glue. It just so happened that on his way back out he caught sight of a....strange addition to the back of his door. In what looked like red paint. "Here I sit, brokenhearted..." Ludwig began, instantly feeling a deep ping of sorrow in his chest. It was (Your name)'s hand writing, his closest friend. Had he really upset him/her enough to compel him/her to write a poem? He forced himself to finish it in a quiet mumble. "I tried to shit, but only farted.................Vait, vhat!?!" He looked over the words again to make sure he had read it right. Upon the realization that his best friend had vandalized his door with his/her.../lovely/ poem, he couldn't resist the urge to face palm, and so he did. Hard.