Ludwig was always a strict, straightforward, No B.S kind of guy. He was considerate and productive,

However, Whenever you were near him that tough big military man personality seems to fall. He feels butterflies in his tummy, and he stammers on his words like a teenage boy. He was a nation, Verdammt! How could you have this effect on him?!

Ludwig was beginning to cringe at his stiffness. You would never like a guy so firm, right? So. Who else could Ludwig turn to but the personification of 'la nation de l'amour'.

Before: "So...You want to win another's heart, is that right?" The Frenchman laughs in french 'hohoho' a wine glass is swirling in his hand, playfully. "Not very like you, Mon ami. But! I am the maître of hearts" Says nobody, ever...Ludwig found Francis' tactics, perverted and unnecessary...he was trying to win Guest's heart not catch a case

Ludwig turned to the next 'reliable' man. A literal Teutonic knight. "Ah, so you turn turn to the awesome me for advice on your little crush, huh?" The awesome Prussian laughs in his signature laugh. Ludwig blushed a bit, feeling uncharacteristically teased by his big bruder. turns out the 'Awesome' Gilbert Beilschmidt knew nothing about love and only wasted Ludwig's time

Finally, after pushing his pride down he came to his friend, Feliciano who was a 'womanizer' himself so he should have experience, right? "Of course I do, I am great with people, after all! specialmente the ladies" He beamed, elbowing Ludwig. Surprisingly enough, Ludwig got some useful information from the Italian and some..not so much.

"If you want to seem cool, just act nonchalant in front of them! They'll be chasing after you in no time." He guaranteed. But would this really work? coincidentally while walking out of his house he runs right into Guest.

"Ach, Scheiße...Guest! Apologies..I did not see you there!" He becomes stiff, remembering what Italy taught him. "I mean...ehem" He corrects, looking away. he become uninterested...or at least he tried to.