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Title: The Tale of the Pizzeria Princess and the Baker’s Son
Recipient: StarrDust
Type of gift: Fic
Rating: PG 13
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Ludwig (Germany)/ Daisy (nyo!Italy), Gilbert (Prussia), Romano (South Italy), Lizzie (Hungary), Salvatore (Nonno Roma),  Wolfgang (Germania)
Genres: romance
Warnings: derogatory names
Word Count: 4838
Summary: Ludwig fell in love with Daisy, but life had other ideas. Can they overcome things in order to be together?
Author’s notes: Thanks to my beta, Jen for reading this over for me.
For StarrDust…
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Ludwig stood outside the bakery with his brother, Gilbert, enjoying a bit of a break, while their father took care of the customers inside. He took out his pocket watch, checking the time. Every day at around eleven in the morning, the cute little Italian girl, whose grandfather owned the pizzeria across the street, came in and picked up her bread order, while leaving a new one. Ludwig would then be called in to help her bring it back. He took out his watch again and checked the time as he was sure the girl was late.

Gilbert grinned. “Relax, it’s not eleven yet, Lutz,” he said. “She’ll be here soon, unless Mr. Vargas sends his grandson instead.”

Ludwig made a face. The girl’s older brother, Romano, was obnoxious and Ludwig hated dealing with him. He usually left that to Gilbert as nothing seemed to faze him. In fact, his older brother loved “turning on the charm” where the Italian was concerned, but then again, Ludwig’s older brother had a way with cantankerous customers, viewing it as a game; matching obnoxiousness with obnoxiousness, while appearing as polite as possible.

Just when Ludwig was about to give up hope of ever seeing the object of his desire today, he noticed the door to the pizzeria was opening and she stepped out. He sighed softly, ignoring his brother’s vulgar comments. Ludwig thought Margherita “Daisy” Vargas was the prettiest girl in all of New York City, with her fair complexion and long auburn hair that she wore in a pair of braids down her back. He also love how “Old Country” she looked in her modest clothes unlike the girls in the neighborhood, the second, third, fourth, and beyond generations, who cut their hair like a boy and wore scandalously short dresses like his brother’s wife, Lizzie.

Daisy spotted the German brothers as she left her grandfather’s pizzeria and waved. She didn’t care what Romano said; they were nice boys, especially the younger one. Daisy smoothed her crisp white apron, before turning around and sticking her head back inside. “I’m sorry, Nannu, I didn’t hear you,” she said softly in Sicilian. Orphaned by the Great War, her grandfather, Salvatore Vargas, packed up the remains of his family and left Sicily for a better life in America. She and her brother worked hard in the family business, like most of the immigrants that settled in New York’s Lower East Side and they lived in a small apartment above the pizzeria.

“You forgot the order for tomorrow,” Salvatore said as he bustled forward with a scrap of paper in his hand.

Daisy smiled as she took it from him. She quickly read it, noting Romano’s flowing script next to her grandfather’s scrawl, and she felt a bit irritated by it as she and her brother had enough schooling to know how to read and write. Their grandfather, however did not, although, Daisy made a point of trying to teach him, whereas Romano could not be bothered. “Nannu, Mr. Beilschmidt said you only have to tell him when you don’t want an order or you need more bread.”

“I don’t want that Tedesco thinking we’re a bunch of dumb guineas,” her grandfather said.

Daisy sighed. At least he didn’t call them a bunch of potato-eaters… she thought. I thought here in America people weren’t like that… “We’re not a bunch of dumb guineas and Mr. Beilschmidt doesn’t think that and he certainly wouldn’t say it, Nannu, if he did. He’s very polite and so are his sons.”

Salvatore’s expression darkened. “They’d better be polite or else!”

Nannu, this isn’t Sicily! Americans don’t do that kind of thing,” she said as she put her hands on her hips and pouted. “We’re Americans now, just like the Beilschmidts, and Mr. O’Connor who runs the little newsstand, and Mr. Braginski the furrier, and Mr. Wang who owns the laundry, and I can go on, Nannu.

Biddizza mia,” Salvatore said, “no need to get all upset.” He hugged his granddaughter. “You have the money I gave you?”

Daisy smiled. “Yes, Nannu!” She giggled and hugged him back. “Ciau!” Daisy said as she headed back outside. Gathering her long green skirt in her hand, she stepped off the curb and hurried across the street. “Ciau, beddu,” she said to Ludwig, Gilbert having gone back inside the bakery when Daisy did the same at the pizzeria. She felt very bold and brazen saying it, but she knew he had no idea what she was saying, so she felt safe in getting away with it.

“Uh… choo… bed-doo?” Ludwig replied. He felt his cheeks heating up when she giggled.

Daisy looked away and back as she stifled her giggles. “It’s ‘ciau, beddu,’” she repeated and drawing as close to him as she dared, she added, “It means… how do you say? Eh…” She frowned as she struggled to say it in English. “Ah! I remember now! ‘Hello, handsome!’” Daisy smiled at Ludwig. She giggled again when the delicate blush that spilled across his cheeks deepened in color.

“Oh… Ummm… Guten Tag, Fräulein Daisy,” Ludwig said in German, hoping to impress her.

Daisy clapped her hands. “You said it in Tedesco, no?”

Ludwig nodded.

“That’s swell! And you know Inglisi too?”

Ja…  We spoke German at home and learned English from the neighborhood kids and it got better when we went to school. We helped my father learn it.”

“And your matri? Does she know Inglisi too?” Daisy said.

Ludwig shook his head. “My mutti, my mother, died when I was little.”

“Oh… mi dispiàcia, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!” Daisy was so embarrassed as she clasped her hands over her mouth. She also felt her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“It’s okay, Fräulein, I’m not upset.” Ludwig reached out and took her hands away from her face.  He leaned forward and smiled, and Daisy smiled back at him through her tears.

Unfortunately, Romano had exited the pizzeria and saw what looked like a tall young man accosting his sister. He swore loudly in Sicilian and hurried across the street.  After pulling Daisy away, he yelled at the two of them. When Ludwig saw how upset she was getting, he started to say something to Romano, who whirled around and punched him in the face.

Ludwig, taken by surprise, staggered back from the force of the blow. He did not have a chance to say anything else as Romano proceeded to vent his spleen on him through his fists, raining blow after blow on poor Ludwig. Not that he could not defend himself as he and his brother had quite the reputation as brawlers before Gilbert settled down and got married, but Ludwig would rather take a beating from the wiry Sicilian than deal with his father when he got angry. So he ignored everything, from the crowd that had gathered to his brother’s shouts as he left the bakery to see what was happening. Some of the shouting he figured belonged to Mr. Vargas and he winced when he heard his father’s angry voice. The only thing Ludwig clung to was the sound of Daisy’s weeping and it was several minutes before he realized that Romano had stopped pounding him into the pavement, and that the warm fingers, touching his face  and checking for injury, were not his brother’s or Lizzie’s, but were Daisy’s.

Mi dispiàcia, beddu…” Daisy said softly when Ludwig opened his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” she said in English. “My brother’s such an idiot, I’m sorry he hit you, but he would have done the same thing to the boys in my village.”

Ludwig put a hand to his head and nodded. He instantly regretted it as it made his head hurt even worse. Looking past Daisy, he saw his father, standing there with her grandfather. Ludwig struggled to his feet with her help. “Vati…?”

“Go inside, boy, and get Elizabeta to tend to your face.” Catching Gilbert’s eye, his father added, “Take care of the customers, Gisil.”

“Yes, Vati. Come on, Lutz, let’s get you all cleaned up.” Gilbert took his brother by the arm and dragged him inside the bakery, leaving Daisy behind. “Lizzie!” Gilbert called out as they headed in the bakery’s kitchen. “Lutz needs you to fix him up.”

“What happened?” Elizabeta said as she dried her hands on her apron. Walking over to her husband, she got the shock of her life when she saw Ludwig. “Jeepers creepers, Ludwig! Who did this to you?!”

“That asshole guinea from across the street!” Gilbert said for him. “Lutz, why the hell didn’t you fight back? You could have smashed the Dummkopf!!”

“Baby, go upstairs and get me the first aid kit before you get yourself in a lather,” Lizzie said. She watched as her husband grumbled and did as she asked. Lizzie turned to her brother-in-law and said, “Ludwig, who did this?”

“Daisy’s brother.”

“He gotta beef with you? You know you can level with me, right?”

Ludwig nodded and gave her a pained look. “But all I was doing was talking to her. This time he got very upset over it. Normally he just swears at me in Italian, but today he went crazy. I didn’t wanna start nothing with Vati inside.”

Lizzie nodded.

Gilbert returned with the first aid kit. “Here, I gotta go.” He handed it to his wife. “Lutz, do yourself a favor and leave that doll alone, before her dumb guinea brother kills you or something.” Gilbert patted his brother on the shoulder. He turned and left.

While Lizzie tended to Ludwig’s cuts and bruises, Salvatore was trying to placate Wolfgang Beilschmidt, the owner of the bakery that supplied the Italian bread for his pizzeria. Ever since Salvatore added a few simple pasta dishes to the menu, his business had picked up, which made him happy, but it also necessitated several loaves of thick, crusty bread to soak up the gravy, which Wolfgang was happy to supply at a reasonable cost compared to the Italian bakery a couple of blocks over.

Salvatore poured them each a glass of wine. He handed one to Wolfgang, and drank form the other one. “Since we’re both business men,” he began, “And don’t have time for any nonsense, let’s come to the point.” He paused as he studied Wolfgang’s impassive expression. “Apparently your son, Luigi… I mean Ludwig, was talking to my granddaughter and my grandson the idiot mistook it for something else. Since my son and daughter-in-law passed away, my Romano has been very protective of my little Daisy.”

Wolfgang nodded. “I understand, my Gilbert is the same.” He smiled, although, it seemed to lack the warmth inherent in his words. Wolfgang was very taciturn and with his close cropped blond hair, steel blue eyes, and powerful build, he came across as a man not to be trifled with.

“Oh good.” Salvatore smiled. He was the complete opposite to Wolfgang, small, dark, wiry and very gregarious. He was also a shrewd business man and had no desire to lose a profitable relationship over his grandson’s stupidity.  “So… it’s how do you say? He’s got it ummm….?”

“Who’s got what?” Wolfgang frowned.

“Your son, he likes my Daisy and who wouldn’t? She’s such a sweet little thing like her mother.”

Wolfgang nodded.

“And I don’t know if she likes him too, but uh…” Salvatore rubbed the back of his neck. He was finding it hard to explain things and he wished with all his might that Wolfgang was a Sicilian like himself as he would know in an instant what the problem was and they would be discussing a wedding by now in the interests of keeping the peace between the two families. He drank his wine, silently asking God for a miracle in the whole sorry mess.

“Would it help if I told my son to stay away from her?”

“Please, Mr. Beilschmidt. My Romano’s a hothead like his father. Did you know the idiot spotted my daughter-in-law, when she was girl visiting Rome to see the Pope, we happened to be there too as my wife was sick and she wanted the Pope’s blessing, thinking it would cure what ailed her,” he rambled on “And well, my son told me she was the one? Never mind the fact that nice Italian girls don’t marry Sicilian boys.”

“Yes, and?”

“Well, he got carried away when he thought his sister’s honor was at stake and like the boys in our village he used his fists instead of his brains.”

“I see. “

“And, and… would it be alright if I sent Romano to pick my order from now on? So as not to tempt your son? He’s a boy, who’ll soon be a man, and well, my Daisy’s so pretty, she could tempt a church full of saints.”

“I will tell Ludwig to leave her alone.”

Grazii assai!” Salvatore cried. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Will that be all?”

“So no how do you say…? Eh… No bad feelings?”

“No hard feelings.”

“Then let’s drink like gentlemen and maybe I can increase my order by another two loaves? Still three cents a loaf, right?” Salvatore refilled his glass of wine and held it up in a toast.

Wolfgang sighed and picked up his own glass.

Cent’ann!”

Prost!”

The two men drank their wine. A couple of glasses later and things were settled to both their satisfactions. They shook hands, before Wolfgang went back across the street to his bakery. After a talk with his sons, and Ludwig in particular, things settled down to some semblance of normalcy. Ludwig, however, was miserable as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. He now rarely, if ever, saw Daisy, who was cloistered away in the pizzeria like a nun in a convent and if she was out and about, she was always with her brother or grandfather.

One night, when Ludwig despaired of ever being with Daisy again, his father asked him to sweep the sidewalk in front of the store and he jumped at the chance. Broom in hand, Ludwig swept the bits of trash that collected in a pile. Just like he did every time he tidied up the front of the bakery, Ludwig looked up at the small apartment where Daisy lived. Most nights, it would be dark and occasionally a light would be burning so that there was a play of shadows on the window pane, and Ludwig would imagine the object of his desire sitting there like Juliette in her balcony, just waiting for him. In his head he could hear her calling him.

Ciau, beddu!”

Ludwig stood there, his mouth hanging open in surprise. He wondered if he had gotten so bad that he could now actually see Daisy as well as really hear her.

“Hey, beddu! Are  you…?” Daisy paused and looked back over her shoulder. If Romano came over and made her close the window she was going to scream. She missed Ludwig terribly, spending her days going through the motions and she was tired of it. So what if he was big and blond and not Sicilian, her mother wasn’t either and it was not that terrible. Sighing softly, she turned back to the window, afraid Ludwig had gone inside. “Beddu… are you alright?” Daisy said when she saw he was still there.

Ludwig nodded. He was so happy to see her and so scared that it was a cruel trick of his imagination that he simply stood there.

“I can’t really… how do you say? Eh… talk.”  She smiled. “But I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you so much…” Daisy rapped her fist over her heart. “It hurts, beddu.”

“Me too,” Ludwig heard someone say. He blushed profusely when he realized it was himself speaking. “I’ve missed you too, Fräulein Daisy.”

Daisy looked over her shoulder again, calling out something in Sicilian. She turned back to Ludwig. “Mi dispiàcia, beddu…” she said. “I have to go!” She closed the window and waved, before moving away from it.

Ludwig stood in the street for several heartbeats. He sighed softly. It may not have been more than a few minutes, but at least he got to see her. It was the start of their nightly “visits,” little stolen moments of time when they would briefly see each other. Despite the hit or miss nature of their meetings, as the year went on they somehow managed to fall in love with each other, so much so that Ludwig wanted to marry her. He felt he had a lot to offer and he could certainly take care of her on the money he made working for his father. Ludwig figured if his brother could do it, then he could too. So he put most of his salary aside in order to get a ring for Daisy for when the time came for him to ask her to marry him.

His eighteenth birthday approaching, Ludwig decided to have a talk with his father about getting married. Before he did that, he figured a talk with Gilbert first would be better. His brother also married at eighteen, but for different reasons. Apparently, he had gotten Lizzie in trouble and rather than face the wrath of two angry fathers, the two of them ran off and got married. Lizzie had a “honeymoon baby” and while Wolfgang doted on his grandson, Lizzie’s parents were not as accepting. Since Ludwig was not exactly in trouble, as it was kind of hard to be anyway with Daisy being a modern day, real life Juliette stuck up on balcony, he hoped Gilbert could give him some more practical advice on what to do.

One morning when the brothers were alone in bakery’s kitchen, kneading the dough for the day’s bread orders, Ludwig got up the courage to talk to Gilbert about marriage. “Hey, Gisil?”

Gilbert put the buttered loaf pans on the large table they were working on. “What?”

“What’s it like being married?”

“What’s it like being married?” Gilbert repeated. “Why do you wanna know? You got a girl hidden away I don’t know about?” He grinned. “Come on, spill it!”

Ludwig turned beet red. “I ummm…  Well, Daisy and I have been-”

Gilbert’s eyes went wide as saucers. “You’ve been seeing her? You’re kidding, right?! Since when?!”

“Well… you know when I go out front and sweep the sidewalk?”

“Yeah…?”

“That’s when I see her.”

“Then? Lutz you’re never out there for more than ten minutes, so level with me.”

“I know… and it’s true, Gisil. She’s up there, sitting in the window, looking real swell.” He sighed softly.

“You’re such a big timer, Lutz, as my Lizzie would say,” Gilbert laughed. “You know that?”

“Yeah…” Ludwig blushed. “Seriously… I love her, Gisil, and I really want to get married.”

“Then you should be talking to Vati and not me.” Gilbert sighed. “I don’t know… Well, you know.” He reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“I know and Vati’s forgiven you since Fritz was born.” Ludwig frowned. “And it’s not like we’re gonna run off together. Uh, sorry, Gisil.”

Gilbert shrugged. “It’s okay. We all know, you were never one to run around with the ladies, Lutz.” He smirked.

Ludwig blushed. “Daisy’s not that kinda girl, Gisil. She’s sweet and swell and…”

“You run outta ‘sw’ words?” Gilbert teased. “I get you’re stuck on her, but you barely talk to her. You sure you wanna go down the middle aisle? Not that it’s a bad thing, heck; Lizzie’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but-”

“Gisil, I’m almost eighteen, the same age you were when you Lizzie ran off.”

“Lutz, don’t tell Lizzie I told you, but we, kinda had to run off.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, anyways, I think you should to talk to Vati before you do anything stupid. I know you’re not a Dummkopf, Lutz, but just do it.” Gilbert grinned. “Before Vati has a kitten.”

“Yeah…”

“Gisil, Lutz! You boys need help with the bread?” Wolfgang called out as he entered the bakery’s kitchen.

“No, Vati!” Gilbert called out. “Now’s your chance, Lutz,” he said as he went to put the loaf pans on the baking rack.

“Vati?” Ludwig said as he father walked over to him.

Wolfgang had heard their exchange and while he was happy things were not as bad as when his eldest ran off and got married, he was still upset that Ludwig had disobeyed him by continuing to see the girl. “Yes?”

Ludwig opened his mouth several times and closed just as many times, before he finally said something. Taking the direct approach, he said, “I wanna marry Fräulein Daisy.”

Wolfgang nodded. “Lutz, didn’t I tell you not to go near her?”

“Yeah… but I didn’t! I swear, Vati! All we’d do is talk. I’d be outside sweeping in front of the bakery and she’d call to me from her window across the street. It was like that story, you know, about Romeo and Juliet? With the balcony.” Ludwig’s cheeks heated up.

Wolfgang sighed.

“That’s the only time we saw each other, Vati! They can’t tell me I can’t be out in front of the bakery and they can tell her not to sit in the window…”

“We told you both not to talk to each other.”

“Vati, we love each other.”

“Lutz…”

“We want to get married. I want to have a wife and a family like Gisil, Vati, and so does Daisy.”

Wolfgang sighed. “What does Herr Vargas have to say?”

“I don’t know… I wanted to talk to you first.”

“I see. Well, Lutz, until you ask him for her hand in marriage…”

“I know, Vati.”

“Now, be a good boy and help your brother, Lutz.” Wolfgang dismissed him with a wave of his hand before he set to work making cookies.

“Yes, Vati…”  Ludwig turned and did what he was told. As hard as it was not to think about Daisy, Ludwig put her out of his mind for the time being while he concentrated on work. The day sped by, and as frustrating as it was to be kept inside while Gilbert swept out front, Ludwig decided to bide his time and when the opportunity arose, he would speak to Daisy’s grandfather. For now, he would just buy her a ring and wait.

Unfortunately, life seemed to conspire against the young lovers and a month went by before they could even see each other again. Ludwig was out in the rain, hauling garbage to the curb, when a sweet voice that heard mostly in his dreams called out to him.

Ciau, beddu!”

“Hi, Fräulein Daisy!” Ludwig looked up and smiled, heedless of the rain falling on his face. “I… I missed you…”

“I missed you too!” She sighed. “I’m sorry, Nannu was sick and I had to look after him.”

Ludwig nodded. “I spoke to Vati about us and umm… he had Gisil sweeping out front.”

“Oh…”

She looked so sad; it tore at Ludwig’s heart. “But he did say I could talk to your grandfather.”

“Talk to my grandfather about what?!” Romano demanded as he left the pizzeria to bring out the trash. “And why are you bothering my sister?”

“I want to talk to your grandfather about marrying her,” Ludwig said. “Your sister’s really swell and she’s the cat’s meow and I wanna get married to her.” The last part was directed at Daisy.

“I want to marry you too, beddu!” Daisy called down to him.

“What?!” Romano cried, sparking an argument in Sicilian between the siblings.

Salvatore hearing the commotion got up and went to see what was wrong. He knocked on Daisy’s bedroom door. “Biddizza mia,” Salvatore said, “What’s all the noise about?”

Daisy slammed the window shut and hurried to go open the door. “Nannu, Romano’s a donkey!!” Her eyes welled up with tears. “Ludwig Beilschmidt wants to marry me and Romano the idiot got mad!!”

“What?”

Daisy wiped the tears from her face. “Nannu, just about every night for past couple of months, I’d see Ludwig outside, sweeping in front of the bakery and we’d say hello to each other and talk for a few minutes. And then slowly like a fairytale, we got to know each other, Nannu! It was so romantic! I love that boy and I want to get married.” She started to cry.

Biddizza mia, don’t cry.” Salvatore hugged his granddaughter. “Where is he?”

“If Romano didn’t chase him away, he’s still outside.”

Salvatore kissed the top of her head. “Let me go see.” He let go of her and went to the window and opened. “Romano, stop arguing and show Mr. Beilschmidt inside. I’ll be right down.” He turned to his granddaughter. “Now stop crying, Biddizza mia, you don’t want him to see you with your face full of snot and your eyes all puffy.”

Daisy, feeling a bit better, giggled. “Of course I don’t.”

“That’s my girl!” Salvatore said. He patted her cheek affectionately and with that, he left the room and headed downstairs to the pizzeria. “Romano, get a bottle of wine and some glasses. Signore Beilschmidt and I have business to discuss.”

Romano, grumbling in Sicilian, did as he was told.  Returning a few minutes later, he set a bottle of wine on the table and a glass for his grandfather and Ludwig. He also had one for himself and Romano opened the wine and poured for everyone. Taking a sip of his wine, he had the feeling he was not going to like the outcome of this “business proposal.” He stared at Ludwig, trying to will him to go away even though he knew, for the moment at least, he was not going to be leaving any time soon.

Salvatore also drank his wine. He noted with amusement when Ludwig picked up his glass and took a sip, putting it down, while trying hard not to make a face. It also pleased him as it showed that the boy was not into drinking, as he did not want his precious granddaughter marrying a drunkard. Keeping his face carefully neutral, he waited for Ludwig to come to the point.

Ludwig, feeling nervous, cleared his throat. Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out as he tried not to fidget. “Mr. Vargas…”

“Yes?” Salvatore smiled.

“I ummm…” Ludwig paused to gather his thoughts. “Mr. Vargas, I want to ummm… I want to marry your granddaughter.”

“I KNEW IT!!” Romano swore in Sicilian. “Nannu, you can’t let him!!” he continued in Sicilian. “He’s a stupid potato-eater! Daisy should be marrying a nice Sicilian boy!”

“Shut up!” Salvatore frowned at his grandson. He said in Sicilian, “Think of the business, boy! Free bread, free cakes, free whatever bakery item we’d need if Daisy was married to the baker’s son.” He smiled at his grandson. “Besides, he could be as Sicilian as they come, Romano, and you’d still find fault with him.”

Romano huffed.

Ludwig looked from one to the other, trying to follow their exchange even if he did not have any idea what they were saying. “Uh, Mr. Vargas…?” Please say I can ask her to marry me…

“Yes?”

“Can I ask Fräulein Daisy to marry me? Please?”

“Of course you can.” Salvatore beamed at his future grandson-in-law. “Let’s go upstairs and you can talk to Daisy in the parlor.”

“Yes, sir.” Ludwig followed the old man upstairs to his apartment. Daisy was waiting for them when they arrived.

“Daisy, why don’t you show Mr. Beilschmidt where the parlor is? I’ll be there in a few minutes, I need something to drink.” Taking Romano by the arm, Salvatore steered him towards the kitchen.

Daisy took Ludwig by the arm. “Ciau, beddu,” she said softly.

Guten tag, Fräulein Daisy…” Ludwig smiled as he walked with her over to the sofa. They both sat down and were suddenly nervous.  Looking over at her, Ludwig caught Daisy’s eye. Taking courage form the smile she gave him, he moved off the sofa, Getting down on one knee and taking her hand in his, Ludwig said, “Fräulein Daisy, I  ummm… I was… was ummm…” He took a deep breath and let it slowly. “Fräulein, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you… Will you marry me?” Ludwig reached into his pocket and took out the ring he had saved up for.

Daisy giggled as her eyes welled up with tears. She squeezed his hand and nodded, afraid she would start to cry happy tears if she spoke. When Ludwig smiled up at her, she threw her arms around his neck and kisses his cheeks. “…” she said softly.

Ludwig wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. When they heard a noise in the kitchen, they quickly separated, but it gave him the chance to slip the ring on her finger. They embraced again, happy that would finally be together.
Written for :icongertalia-events: Secret Santa
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lonym82's avatar
I really enjoyed this. It reminded me of an Eisner graphic novel (and I LOVE those comics).  You did a wonderful job at portraying their innocent love. I enjoyed how simple it was; it was just two people wanting to be together. 
Also, the bit about crusty bread and sauce makes me hungry. I should go fix that now.