Vati!GermanyxReader - Last Night's Party

[Warning: Contains parental discipline of a 16-year-old girl.]   

   One morning, you awoke on your living room couch to find your house in disarray. "What the Hölle?!" You shouted, wondering what had caused such a terrible mess. There were plastic cups all over the place, food on the floor and walls, and various pieces of small trash EVERYWHERE. Noticing you were already wearing day clothes, you figured it out. "Oh yeah...That's right." You facepalmed, remembering the giant party you had thrown the night before. You dad was gone at a world meeting for the night, so you invited all of your friends from school over to hang out. After a while, though, your guests started getting a little too wild, and you lost control over them. You watched helplessly as they tore your place to shreds. Five hours later, everyone finally calmed down and you sent them all home. With nobody left in the house, you crashed on the couch, too exhausted to make it to your bedroom.

   "Aw, man..." You sat up and looked at the trashed room. "I should probably clean this up before Vati--" Mentioning you father out loud made you gasp in fear, hoping the the sudden thought in your head was wrong. "Oh, gott...Please don't tell me..." You sprung off the couch and raced into the kitchen. Swinging open the refrigerator door, you stared in horror at what you saw: All of your dad's beer was gone! "Oh, Scheiße! This is terrible!" As much as you hoped this was just a nightmare, you knew it wasn't. Quite a few of your friends drank beer. Some of them must've thought it was OK to take the tempting beverages. They didn't know just what a bad idea that was. "Vati is gonna kill me!"

   Almost as if on cue, you heard a key fidget in the knob of the front door. Crap! He was home early from the meeting! You slammed the refrigerator door closed and made a dash for your room. Maybe you could make up some quick excuse to avoid getting in trouble. You heard the front door open and footsteps walk in just as you jumped into your bed. You waited nervously for your father to announce his return.

   Out in the living room, Germany walked in and closed the door behind him. "Guten tag, _____. I'm home." His eyes were closed, so he didn't notice the mess right away. That is, until he stepped on one of the many cups scattered throughout the house. Hearing the 'crunch' under his foot, his eyes snapped open and his face darkened at the state of his once-spotless home. Instantly enraged, he yelled for you to come to him. "_____ Beilschmidt! Get out here NOW! I need to talk to you!"

   Hearing your full name told you that he wasn't playing around. You jumped out of the bed and roughed up your hair in an attempt to make it look like you were just woken up. Walking out to the living room, you rubbed your eyes, trying to appear sleepy. "Oh, Guten tag, Vati..." You tried to make your voice sound groggy as you spoke. "What's up?" You grew uneasy when you saw Germany staring at you angrily.

   "Vat's up?!" He repeated what you said, as though he didn't hear it the first time. "I could ask you 'ze same 'sing!" He turned and gestured to the room. "Vat 'ze Hölle happened to my house? IT'S TRASHED!!!" He was obviously furious.

   Looking around again, you pretended to be shocked, but still drowsy from 'sleeping'. "Oh mein gott! I don't know...Maybe we were robbed?" Your voice was slightly nervous, as you preyed this lie would fool your old man.

   Germany noticed the uncertainty in your voice and turned back to you, glaring into your fake-sleepy eyes. "Nein. I don't 'sink robbers are responsible for 'zis mess." He crossed his arms. "Tell me, _____; Did you just vake up?" The tone of his voice warned you to give a quick answer.

   "Ja..." You were careful not to show how scared you actually were at the moment.

   He leaned down closer to you, trying (and succeeding) to intimidate you. His blue eyes narrowed as he continued. "'Zen vhy are you already dressed?"

   Uh-oh! Busted! No...Maybe you could still think of a good story. "Huh?" You looked at yourself, acting like you hadn't noticed, yet. Laughing nervously, you replied. "Oh! I fell asleep watching TV, last night." Not a bad cover, but not good enough to trick Germany.

   With a heavy sigh, your father stood up straight and began unfastening his belt. "_____..." There was a hint of disappointment on his face. "Do you honestly expect me to believe 'zat? You 'srew another party, didn't you?"

   Hearing the metal clanking of the belt made you start trembling. You backed up against a wall, covering your rear with your hands. "J-J-Ja. I'm sorry." Your eyes began flooding with tears. Please, Vati...D-Don't do this..." You looked up at the angry nation with pleading eyes. "Not the belt, please!"

   Germany shook his head, ignoring your pleas for mercy. "'Zis is 'ze third party you've 'srone without my permission..." He removed the belt from his waist, doubling it twice in his hands. "I varned you to expect punishment if it happened again. It's bad enough 'zat my home is in ruins, but vhat's vorse..." He looked down at you with a stern expression. "Now you're even lying to me about it!" He motioned for you to step forward. "Come here, _____. Don't make this harder 'zis harder 'zan it haz to be."

   You were too afraid to move. Knowing what would happen if you did, you started begging again. "Please, Vati; I'm sorry! I promise, I'll never throw another party without asking you, first!"

   The German responded with another sigh. "I'm going to count to 'sree. If you don't get over here by 'zen, I'll--" He stopped mid-sentence when you immediately ran up to him, too ashamed to look up. You didn't want anymore trouble. "Sehr gut." With no further words, he leaned down and wrapped his left arm around your torso, lifting you up, off the floor. Holding you at his side, he then raised his beastly belt with his right hand. There was no warning before the thick leather came back down with a forceful slap across the seat of your jeans.

   "AAHHH!!!" You let out a deafening cry of pain. How was it possible for a single strike to be so powerful? You began kicking and flailing around, trying to get away, but Germany's famous for his iron grip. A second, much harder blow landed when you unintentionally elbowed him in the side. "OOWWW!!!"

   "Stop squirming!" You could hear the anger in his voice. He already didn't want to do this. Fighting to hold you steady was only going to piss him off, further. "You already knew 'zis vas coming. Now stay still and accept your punishment!" He gave the belt another swing to make sure his words got through to you.

   You closed your eyes tightly, trying to get a hold of yourself. "I- *sniff* I'm sorry, V-Vati." You felt the urge to kick when a painful rain of strikes fell upon you, but you forced yourself to stay still, giving only small flinches and whines with each one. You gripped the back of Germany's shirt as the pain intensified.

   "You need to learn to be more responsible." Germany began lecturing you as he colored your backside, emphasizing almost every other word with another, firm slap. "If you vould've just asked, I vould've let have your party, as long as you cleaned up 'ze mess aftervords. But instead..." The blows got a bit harder. "You decided it vould be a better idea to go ahead and 'srow von behind my back!"

   You did your best to remain silent, not wanting to say the wrong thing. However, after a good 30 swats, you simply couldn't hold your tongue any longer. "OWW!!! PLEASE STOP, VATI! IT HURTS! I'LL BE GOOD! I PROMISE!!!" Tears streamed down your face as you pleaded to your father.

   The blows stopped once you said that. Germany seemed to be satisfied with your reaction. He set you back on your feet and knelt down to see your face. Placing one hand on either of your shoulders, he spoke softly to you. "Now 'zen...Are you ever going to do something like 'zis, again?"

   Wiping your tears away, you manged to choke out a reply. "N-Nein *sniff* V-V-Vati."

   He stood up, embracing you in a warm hug. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. "Sehr gut." He laughed a little, under his breath. "I swear, sometimes you're vorse than Italy."

   You looked up at him, fully aware that he was trying to change the subject to something a bit lighter. Giving a weak smile, you replied. "Ja, well...I'm 16. That's my job."

   Germany chuckled and turned you around, so you were facing the practically-destroyed living room. "Be 'zat as it may, right now, your job..." He swatted your butt again, causing you to jump. "Is to clean up 'zis mess."

   You rubbed your rear and began picking up some of the cups and trash on the floor. You then turned back to your dad, who was walking away. "I-Ich liebe dich."

   He looked back and smiled at you. "Ich liebe dich auch, meine kleine." With that, he walked out into the kitchen to grab a beer. Opening the refrigerator door, he simple gave a small sigh, mixed with a laugh as he spotted the empty shelf. "That's my little dummkopf."

   The End!