"Bruder! Bruder!" called an adolescent Ludwig, as the boy stormed his way down the stretching hallways of his brother's home. He passed all of those delicate paintings and ornaments without a second thought as to where they had come from, or how his brother came into their possession. As far as the younger nation knew, his brother wasn't one for painting or sculpting all the time.
"Bruder? Are you in here?" his tiny voice chirped, as the boy stood up on the bones of his toes to push open a large heavy door, leading to his brother's bedroom presumably. A frown tugged at the young boy's lips when that familiar albino man wasn't coming into view as he scanned over the empty bed sheets, his empty work desk, and he even peeked into his brother's bathroom, just in case he could be hiding in there, trying to play a prank on poor Ludwig. His brother's room was large, with a ceiling reaching high into the air that always made Ludwig dizzy if he tried to stare straight up at it when he was walking. His room was also decorated with all sorts of strange things, but Prussia always told Ludwig not to touch anything that looked delicate, and breakable, so he decided against searching over by his desk.
However, the spacious room wasn't really that big at all once the small boy started to zoom his way around, arms stretched out as if he was ready to take off into flight--which is exactly what he did, and ended up belly-and-face-down on his brother's sheets. He struggled, and kicked his legs around viciously until he could finally pry himself up, and raise his head up for a breath of air. However, he was not pleased when he couldn't find his brother there either--and he had even checked under all of those pillows!--so he hopped down from that bed, and decided to continue his search elsewhere.
As he made his way down the hallway, he started to wonder just where his brother could have gone. It wasn't that late, so his brother couldn't have gone out to play with his friends-playing is what Prussia told him to call it--and as far as Ludwig knew things had been pretty calm around the house, so there was no need for his brother to go out and fight.. At least, that is what he had hoped. The poor boy couldn't understand it one bit, why his brother would sometimes vanish, and come home beaten up! He couldn't think of any reason why someone would want to hurt Gilbert in any way. Gilbert was his only family, and he was the only person in the world Ludwig could trust, and once he was old enough, he made a silent promise to himself that he would beat up whoever was pushing his big brother around so much.
But onto finding him again! Ludwig found himself down by the kitchen soon enough, and peeked around the corner into the large room, on the look-out for anyone--especially their maids! If the maids caught him running around, they would immediately send him back to his room, and all the fun ideas he had wanted to bring up to his brother would have to wait, and he was bored! Picking on the maids with Gilbert wasn't exactly the nicest thing, but it kept Ludwig entertained and out of trouble. However, the boy spotted no one, and crept into the kitchen to continue his search.
"Gilbert?" he called, scurrying across the kitchen tiles, almost slipping across because of his socks. That was another thing they did together, too.. When the maids mopped the kitchen floor, Gilbert taught him a fun sport he liked to call 'kitchen skating', and they could spend hours doing just that, depending on when they were caught and each sent back to their respective rooms for the night. Ludwig grabbed a hold on to one of the coolers they had in their kitchen, and pried it open out of curiosity to peek inside. "Bruder?" he asked, as if his brother would actually be curled up inside, beer in hand. He pouted once more when his brother could not be found, but noticed something sitting on one of the shelves. Curiously, the blonde boy reached up, and took that half-empty mug down, and peeked into it, down at the strange brownish-coloured liquid floating around in it.
"This must be Gilbert's.." the blonde mumbled to himself, blue eyes inspecting the mug even more. He knew that he was not suppose to have whatever was inside, but he couldn't help his childish curiosity, and tipped the mug up to his lips, tilting it back until quite a bit of that liquid poured into his open mouth. At first, the cold liquid hitting the back of his throat startled him, and he nearly choked, but he swallowed every bit, and paused a moment.
The face the poor boy made would have made Gilbert laugh so hard he could have ruptured a lung. His eyes shut tight, and his lips puckered up, his brows furrowing. Quickly, the boy placed the mug onto the bottom shelf in the cooler, and slammed the door, running across the floor to the closest sink, using the pull-out drawers to create a make-shift staircase so he could reach it. He quickly turned the faucet, and stuck his hand under the cold water, bringing it to his mouth and repeating this process several times, until that awful taste was gone!
With a sigh of relief, Ludwig cautiously climbed down from the counter, and fussed a little at the awful feeling that strange drink left in his stomach. "Bruder's Saft tastes bad.." he huffed, puffing out his cheeks in a childish pout, and made his way out of the kitchen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he continued to fuss about that awful taste.
Coming around a corner, the boy immediately stopped, and flung himself back against the wall, as the sound of two maids conversing reached his ears.
"Gilbert? I heard he's been in his study since morning, writing"
"He writes so much, but what does he write about?"
"himself, most likely" another chimed in, with a girlish giggle. "He's always going on about how 'awesome' he is.."
Ludwig didn't wait to hear the rest. Gilbert's study? Why hadn't he thought of this before? Ludwig's tiny feet hurried across the carpeted halls, as he turned many corners to finally reach the object of his desires. "Bruder!" the boy hollered again, even before the boy struggled to open up the door. That door was far heavier, and required a bit more of a shove as the large door creaked open.
He was met with familiar red eyes, staring at the small blonde with curiosity, pen-quill in hand, surrounded by books smothering his desk and work space. Gilbert's study was full of books, but the majority of them consisted of diary's kept by the albino. Ludwig was never allowed to read those books, but the poor boy could hardly read a word anyways--He had only started learning, and Gilbert's hand writing was god-awful anyway. How Ludwig was learning to write from Gilbert was nothing short of amazing. "What's up, kiddo?" came his brother's first words, that filled Ludwig with even more joy.
Ludwig's lips curved up into a big smile at the sight of his brother sitting in front of him, and he immediately took off around that desk, making his own way around that mess, until his body met with Prussia's lap, his head flinging down to rest against the other's thighs, as If he had not seen his brother in years. "Bruder, Bruder! I've been looking everywhere for you!" the boy smiled, but not up at the other, who was now stroking the blonde's short hair.
"Have you?" came the other's reply, as a smirk passed his lips. "What did you want? Are the maids picking on you again?"
Ludwig took a step back, and shook his head "No, I was wondering if you could play with me. I'm bored, and I have nothing to do.." he pouted a little when he saw his brother's eyes leave him for a moment to look back at the pile of papers sitting out in front of him. Gilbert was always working or spending time with his friends, it was unfair--or at least that's what the childish mind of Ludwig's lead him to believe.
"Sorry kiddo, but I've still got some work to do" Gilbert gave his brother an apologetic smile. "But I promise we'll go cause hell after, is that a deal?" He added in that last part to save himself from a whining fit of 'why's and 'that isn't fair's.
"Work?" the blonde frowned, and all hopes of playing with his big brother faded almost immediately. "What kind of work? Is it going to take long..? I'm so bored, bruder" he whined.
Gilbert chuckled, and leaned back in his chair a little, crossing his legs as he watched that cute pout becoming larger the longer he went without an answer. "I don't have much left to do, I just have to write a few more pages of this book, and fill it up. Is that okay with you?"
Ludwig's pout vanished and his frown turned upside down, into a curious smile "write? Can I write with you, bruder? Please?"
"Write with me? ..Hn, I guess you could" he sat back up, turning in his chair, and reaching down into that bottom drawer of his desk, removing a few sheets of paper, a quill, and some ink. He handed them off to the younger nation, with a nod. "Don't make a mess--with the ink I mean. That stuff won't come out of your clothes for shit"
Ludwig nodded, and quickly made himself a neat little place where he could lay out on his stomach by the large desk, sprawling out to practice his writing-and that quickly went from writing, to drawing silly pictures.
As time passed, Gilbert would sometimes try to peek over his brother's shoulder at the pictures he was drawing, but he would always get a tiny glare, and a big pout, until the other retreated back to his desk. Hours passed before the albino finally let out a long sigh, and put his quill down, grinning lopsided from ear to ear at his newly finished 'I am so awesome' diary. After placing it with the rest he straightened out his shirt, and turned. "Ludwig, I finished, what have you-oh? Aw, I wasn't that long, was I?" Gilbert smirked, upon spotting the form of his brother lying on the floor, passed out and sleeping peacefully. He made his way over to the boy, and used his foot to pry a piece of paper lying under the boy's arms. He bent down, and picked up that piece of paper, examining the crudely drawn picture of what could have been himself with Ludwig, picture labeled at the top: 'bruder und ich' written in such terrible handwriting it made Gilbert snort out in amused laughter-either his handwriting was becoming worse, or he wasn't really concentrating, because it had been awful. When he was done glancing through his brother's 'works of art', he placed them into a drawer of his desk for safe-keeping and picked the smaller boy up into his arms, who curled up against his chest right away. He couldn't understand why the boy's face was so red, and warm. He frowned some, hoping the cold floor hadn't made his brother sick by falling asleep on it.
He made his way out of the room, and down the hallway down to the boy's bedroom. He pushed the door open, and walked to the boy's bed, placing him down under those sheets, tucking him in gently. He gave the boy a gentle peck to his forehead, whispering a soft "Gute Nacht, mein geliebter Bruder", before he made his way out into the hallway, turning off the light. He paused for a moment, before slowly closing the door, leaving it open just a little, enough for some light to sneak in, incase his brother awoke from a feverish dream or something.
"Man," the albino sighed, stretching his arms high above his head, making his way into the kitchen "I could really use a beer.." he snorted, popping open the freezer of his choice. "Huh? Aw, that's just great, one of the maids must have gone and taken my-ah? How did it.." he stopped himself, and just started to laugh, before reaching down for his beloved mug, downing the rest of his beer, and dropping off his mug in the sink to be cleaned out. "Aaah, that would explain everything, Mein Bruder" he chuckled to himself, before reaching down for his phone, to call up his two best friends for a 'night out'.
"But I have to be home before dawn" he hummed to the Frenchman on the other end. When asked why, the man just chuckled a little, smirking against the mouthpiece. "My brother's going to wake up with one hell of a headache.. I should be there at his side with a bottle of aspirin. And I've got a long explanation to give to him about some things too.." and when the other came to that understanding, they both hung up their line, and Gilbert got all set to leave, giving a final nod to the maids who were seeing him off.
"Don't wake Ludwig in the morning, just let him sleep. He's looking a bit under the weather," he smirked, and left, leaving the nurses only to guess what was wrong, but they complied with his wishes, and the poor blonde boy was left alone that morning, his brother waiting dutifully at his side for whenever he woke up.