Disclaimer : I own nothing ! But I do love Julie !
AN : I needed to write a humorous fic. One of my famous Fredrich fanfics !
Fredrich has always has very, very special relationship. Not only with Tempest, but also with his lovely trousers! Yay right? Anyways, Kurt has taken a deep interest in Fredrich's love life. But as Kurt says all the time. 'Fredrich, you have a girlfriend, now you wear those damn trousers than those bloody shorts.' Alas, our dear fourteen-year old young man has been still been wear the horrid things called 'shorts'.
"Oh, Fredrich!' Kurt calls as he attempts to stifle a snicker. Kurt had done sometimes quite amusing, but Fredrich might not find it so amusing.
Fredrich's footsteps echoedone the floor as he tramped up the stairs to where Kurt stood... in his room. 'Shit...' He mumbled.
"what is it, Kurt?" He asked a little suspicious.
"Oh, nothing, Dear Brother, I would just suggest on checking your closet, as well as your wardrobe." Kurt suggested in a sly way.
Fredrich quirked an eyebrow at his brother. As Kurt slowly stepped aside, Fredrich slowly walked up to the wardrobe first. Slowly and cautiously he opened the door and peered inside the small dark room. He saw his shorts just as he left them, but one of his two pairs of trousers looked slightly disordered and wrinkled. Very cautiously, took the pair of trousers off the rack. He straightened them, but did not see anything horrid on the back of them. However, when he turned them around, he saw a terrible sight! There were faces of girls on his trousers!
'Kurt!" Fredrich raged in anger, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THIS FOR?"
"What?" Kurt asked innocently. "what could I, Kurt Von Trap possibly do to my big brother?" Kurt asked.
"Oh, I don't know, but maybe he drew on my trousers!" Fredrich said loudly.
"whats I to you? You never wear the damn things anyhow."
"You do not understand, Kurt! I was asked to meet Tempest in the market in two hours! And Maria bought these new trousers for me to wear to meet her!" Fredrich ranted.
Suddenly, the door opened and Maria stepped in, her hands on her hands on her hips and a cross look on her pretty face.
"What is going on here?" Maria demanded.
Both boys started talking at the same time. Maria could not tell what either was saying!
"alright, Alright, Boys!" she said er their bickering vices.
Both stopped immediately.
"Now, please, boys, tell me what is wrong." Maria said. "One at a time, might I add."
"Kurt drew o my new trousers!" Fredrich complained.
"It was meant as a joke. However, it is washable." Kurt stated.
"But I needed these! Tempest will think I have gone out of my mind wearing something so horrid!" Fredrich said.
"why did you d this, Kurt?" Maria asked.
"Well... um... I-I ship Fredrich with... his trousers..." Kurt said.
'Well, yes, I know,I do as well, but that does not mean you can draw upon his trousers!" Maria stated.
"BUT, Maria, it was jus for a little-"
"Oh, Frants!" Maria said out of the blue.
"Huh?" the two boys asked in confusion.
"that's the ship name!" Maria said smiling.
"I do not understand." They said in unison.
"Oh, never mind! But you must get ready!" Maria said.
"For?" Fredrich asked.
"Tempest!" Kurt and Maria basically yelled.