So, this is my new story (actually it is pretty old) but it will be in about three to four parts. I'm writing it for one of my friend's Christmas presents so it should be out fairly quick. My internet has been up and down, so if there is not an update quick on this or The Birthday Wish you can guess why, lol. There will be NO sexual encounters in this by request of my friend since I have about 7 other hardcore yaoi stories to write for her.

It had all started out on a bro date.

Yes, that's how it had started it out.

And damn it, it was gonna be as awesome, like me!

Until...

Earlier

I was awesomely leaned against the door facing of the bathroom, looking cool and awesome, as always, watching Ludwig get ready for their 'outing' together.

Really, what was the point of calling it an outing? I thought. Everyone already knew we fucked like bunnies...

I was knocked out of his day dream with the slight shove of his brother pushing past him, in his new suit- one which looked very, very good on him...

"Bruder, get move on," Ludwig yelled from the room next door, his light gray suit clingy to his body while he fixed the collar of his black shirt and a blue tie matching his eyes. "Come on, get your coat on. We'll be late if you don't!" I shrugged into my black coat that matched my black slacks and followed my brother out the car.

"Move over, West. I'm driving today." Ludwig raised his sexy eyebrow (shut up! I can say eyebrows are sexy if I wish, jackasses!), but still got in the other seat while I slid in the driver's side and began to back out slowly. Soon they we were on their way in the smooth bumble bee car that Germany built. I was in love with the awesome car of awesome after I pulled into the fancy restaurant that we had made reservations to. It was a French place, one that Francis ran. Yeah, yeah, let's hear it jackasses. Ludwig had said he wanted French food the other day. We got out and started to walk to the door when I heard some people screaming. I turned around and looked at another gay couple (we are talking about a French place) screaming at each other. One looked like a dope head and the other looked like a trembling candy ass. I and pushed Ludwig ahead of me, in case one of the nut jobs.

"Keep walking, Ludwig." I said softly.

He nodded, "Ja, Gilbert." He responded, sounding uneasy. We kept walking; I kept my hand on Germany's shoulder leading him straight to the door. A shot rang out through the air. I spun awesomely around and looked at the couple again, from where the sound of the shot was heard. The dope-head, we'll just come him Dopey, had a gun in his hand, pointing it up into the sky. He looked over at us, and pointed the gun my way.

"Where th' hell do ye think ya goin?" He asked in a thick Scottish accent. "I saw ye lookin' ova he'!" My eyes widened slightly as he pulled the trigger on the gun. I stumbled back from the shot, which barely missed my heart, but went right into my sternum. I heard Ludwig scream something at the guy before hearing more gun shots ring out. I recalled Ludwig always carrying a gun with him, which I thought was kinda unawesome, but I guess it was awesome now. I opened my eyes, which I didn't even know I closed, and saw my brother's beautiful face inches away from mine, he's eyes wet with tears and his mouth moving. I strained to figure out what it was then heard, "Nein, Bruder, nein. Lieber Bruder, lass mich nicht. *" I soon faded out.

I'm sorry this is so short! D: The next part will be even shorter because how I have divided up the story. (As much as we all hate to say, we do love cliffhangers, lol)

Translation:

Nein, Bruder, nien. Lieber Bruder, lass mich nicht- (By word of Google translate): No, Brother, no. Dear brother, do not leave me.