"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The shrill scream ripped into Germany's thoughts.
He shot to his feet and bolted toward his living room, terror pulsing through him as he thought of all the possible things an attacker could do to you. He charged through the halls and burst into the living room.
He found you balancing on the back of the sofa, squealing in fear.
"____?" he asked, looking around tensely, "What happened?"
You squeaked and pointed to a brown, eight-legged creature about an inch long, sitting ominously on the couch cushion. "It attacked me!" you wailed.
Ludwig was torn between laughing with relief and attacking you himself as he snatched a magazine off the coffee table and efficiently smashed the arachnid.
"Thank you!!" you cried emphatically, wrapping still-trembling arms around him.
He flushed lightly and held you closer. "It's alright, liebling. You're safe."
"Screw America. You're my hero."
He smiled ever so faintly.