Ludwig gasped for air as his brother broke the deep kiss to latch firmly onto his younger brother's neck. Gilbert's fingers moved rapidly to the buttons on the sturdy blonde's suit jacket. The younger returned the favor as his trembling hands unbuckled the albino's belt.

Ludwig arched under his brother as he peeled off his jacket and Gilbert pulled his own jeans away. The younger blonde tugged his brother's shirt off over his head and Gilbert began to pick at his shirt buttons.

The doorbell rang loudly and both men groaned.

Ludwig shifted under his brother to move off the couch. "Aw, c'mon, Lutz, don't answer it." Gilbert pleaded flattening himself out over his brother.

"Gil, I have to-"

"No, you don't, we can just stay quiet until they leave."

"Sorry, Gilbert," with a sad smile he gripped Gilbert's waist and lifted him up to a sitting position on his lap. Pecking his partner's forehead he slid the albino onto the couch, "It won't take long."

Re-buttoning the top of his shirt Ludwig made his way to the door. The blonde opened the door partially and the voice that greeted him made the German wish he never had.

"Hon, hon, hon~ Did we interrupt something, mon ami?" a shaggy blond peered through the crack with hungry blue eyes.

"Yeah, you did motherfucker!" was the crass reply from the living room.

"Aw, mi amigo, Gil, we just want to go drinking," a dark haired Spaniard said cheerily.

Ludwig sighed and shook his head, "I'll talk to Gilbert, just wait." The German closed the front door and shook his head wearily, he certainly did not want to go drinking with them, but he owed his brother just for answering the door.

"They want to go drinking, bruder. Do you want to go?"

"Only if you go with me," the albino pouted turning his lower lip out at Ludwig. Ludwig smiled at his brother's childish response.

"Alright, put you pants on," the blonde turned back to the door.

"The Awesome Me doesn't need pants to have a good time!" came the immediate response.

Ludwig smiled, "I know that, but I don't think the bartender will agree." He laughed as his suit jacket hit the back of his head.

The German opened the door again to find the two men still waiting on the stoop. "We're coming-"

"Tell them they have to buy the drinks!" Gilbert called as he stomped loudly up the hall, pushing his boots onto his feet.

"Oh, but, mon ami..." Francis whined, as the two Germans emerged from their house.

"No, buts, Francis, I was just about to get some when you two showed up." Gilbert said glaring at the Frenchman, Ludwig blushed deeply.

"Hon, hon, hon~ Have you ever tried a foursome, Gil?" Francis smirked and he turned to ogle the muscular blonde German.

Gilbert immediately latched onto the broad German's arm, "Hands off, Frenchie, he's mine." Ludwig's face turned to one of pure fear under the Frenchman's starving gaze.

"Um, let's get going," Ludwig changed the subject quickly and hurried over to Francis' car and pulled Gilbert into the passenger seat beside him as Antonio and Francis clambered into the front with Francis at the wheel. The Frenchmen pulled out of the driveway and onto the main drag, as he sped up Gilbert rolled down the side window and stuck his head out.

"Whooo! We're goin' clubbing!" He shouted into the thrashing wind.

"Gilbert, don't do that, it's dangerous!" Ludwig cried as he tugged at his brother's shirt.

"Aw, c'mon, West, I'll be fine," Gilbert replied as he leaned back into the vehicle.

"Ah, mi amigos, we're here!" Antonio threw open the passenger side door as soon as the car stopped and the four friends headed into the bar.

Antonio opened the door to the dark building and the smell of beer and cigarettes misted around them along with the loud buzzing of the bar attendees. The four hopped up onto the barstools and ordered their drinks, and soon were lost to the haze of alcohol and raucous conversation.

~0o0~

"Luddy, guess what?" Gilbert drawled as the four drunkards, one only slightly less than sober, stumbled back to the car.

"What, Gilbert?" Ludwig sighed as he helped his brother into the front passenger's seat.

"We are totally shitfaced right now," the albino replied giggling as Ludwig lifted Gilbert's leg into the car.

"I know, Gil, just stay here I'll take you home." Ludwig said tiredly shutting the car door before opening the door for Antonio and Francis and helping them into the car. Once he finished he climbed into the driver's and started the vehicle after wrangling the keys out of Francis' hand.

The road was dark and empty except for the occasional car. "Lutz, Lutz, Luddy," Gilbert cried drunkenly and pulled at the younger brother's shirt.

"Gilbert, stop, I'm driving, I need to focus," two-thirds of the Bad Touch Trio had fallen asleep in the back of the car but Gilbert still leaned drunkenly against his brother.

"Lutz," Gilbert breathed hotly on Ludwig's ear and his arm snaked across his chest. "Lutz, we never finished what we started," the albino moaned into his brother's ear seductively.

"Gil, I can't, I'm driving, just, just wait!" the blonde tried to pull away from his older brother's grasp while keeping his tired eyes on the road.

"Lutz," the silver haired man moaned before pulling his brother into a deep kiss. Ludwig struggled, trying to pull away. Suddenly bright lights filled the German's sight and a deep horn echoed in the night air before a sound like water splashing about them as metal met metal.

~0o0~

Glass tinkled as it fell from the shattered windshield, white lights reflected in soft, blurred circles in his waking vision. The silver-haired German raised himself slowly from his resting place and glanced about the ravaged vehicle. Two bodies lay slumped in the backseats, heads resting on each other, small streams of blood ran from cuts all over their forms, but their breaths were slow and even, his friends were only unconscious.

The albino felt a harsh thumping pain in his skull and reached a bloodied hand to his head squeezing his eyes shut. Two bodies in the back, there should be three, there should be three bodies. The elder Beilschmidt brother opened his eyes to search for his younger. Immediately he realized he was lying on top of Ludwig's unmoving form.

Ludwig, that was his brother's name, his lover's name. The name repeated over and over in his head as time slowed and he ran a pale hand over the man's soft cheek. Ludwig, Ludwig, lights, blue and red and white and yellow flashed in his eyes, reflecting off the shattered glass, Ludwig, Ludwig, "Ludwig!"

The albino screamed that name, "Ludwig, Ludwig!" Arms reached around him and pulled him from the wreckage as he screamed and struggled against them. "Ludwig, Ludwig!"

Only one word, he could only think of one word, one name, one person, one moment, he had done it. In one moment he had hurt one person, one name, one word, Ludwig.

He was strapped down and rolled into the ambulance, and now he was screaming, shaking, struggling as they reached down to place the mask over his face. "No, no, no! I don't want it, not until Ludwig is ok! No treatment! I won't consent!"

The paramedics stared at the half-crazed man in their truck, "It's just oxygen, we're here to help you."

"No, no, no! Not yet! Not yet! My brother's name is Ludwig Beilschmidt, he was in the crash too! You have to save him! Please save him!"

"We will, we will, you just have to hold still, you've been in an accident and-"

"I know where the hell I've been, but you need to save him!"

"It's only oxygen we can help you here, you'll see your brother in the hospital, please, just hold still." The oxygen mask was placed over the elder Beilschmidt's face and he took his first real breath of air since, since… When? He couldn't remember. But there were other things he couldn't remember that were more troubling than that.

"What are the names of the other two passengers that were in the car?" one paramedic asked and that mask was lifted from his face.

"The blonde is Francis Bonnefoy and the brunette is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo."

"Is there any immediate family we can call for either of them?"

"Um, for Francis, you could call Arthur Kirkland; they're engaged, but Antonio. He's close friends with the Vargas brothers, Feliciano and Lovino."

"And you? Who should we call from your immediate family?"

The man stared blankly up at the paramedic for a moment, as if trying to understand what he had just said. As his mind finally processed the words his face collapsed in a silent scream as tears poured from his ruby eyes once more and he screamed brokenly.

"No, no! There's no one! I only have Ludwig! Only my Ludwig! Only Lutz! Ludwig!" He screamed his brother's name, "Luddy!" His body arched up as he pulled at the restraints trying to break free. "My little brother! My Luddy!"

"I need a sedative, stat!" one paramedic cried out and the other handed him a filled syringe. Seeing the instrument the silver haired man fell back onto the stretcher.

"No, no, wait, I can calm myself, I can calm down, I just want to see Ludwig before anything," the man breathed heavily for a moment, "Please, just some oxygen."

The medic nodded and the mask was placed over his face gently. The German took in the air in gulps, as if it was running out and they continued to the hospital in silence, with only the faint wailing of sirens around them.

~0o0~

The albino's cot sat outside of surgery as he waited for his brother's operation to finish, the paramedics had wheeled them both in and left him there after he had seen his brother. Ludwig's face was smeared with blood but he had looked so peaceful, almost angelic. The elder German could not resist leaning out of the stretcher, the medics had unstrapped him, and pressing a soft kiss onto his brother's forehead as they rolled him by.

So now he sat there, probably forgotten by the nurses, his injuries didn't look at all significant although he had been in the front seat. There were only two things bothering him, the pain growing under his skull and the fact that surgeons were currently pulling pieces of a car of out of his beloved brother. Hours, or maybe just minutes had passed before the wide double doors swung open and the head surgeon emerged smiling at the albino.

"Good news, Mr. Beilschmidt, the injuries were not major and your brother is stable,"

"Thanks, sir, can I see him soon?" the elder brother's grin widened and he looked joyfully up at the surgeon,

"Of course, Mr. Beilschmidt… That sounds too formal, I'm sorry, what's your first name?"

"It's…" the man trailed off.

"Mr. Beilschmidt? Are you alright?"

The albino could not respond, everything had slowed down; the doctor's voice was deep and slurred. His name. What was his name? Why couldn't he remember? Suddenly a bright light was shone into his eyes, and the world grew silent.

Outside Beilschmidt's mind the world turned into chaos. "Mr. Beilschmidt! Beilschmidt! Can you hear me? Nurse!"

"Doctor?"

"We need to get this man to treatment now; he is close to becoming comatose!" The doctor ordered and the stretcher was wheeled quickly out of the hall, wires and needles appearing from every side just as another stretcher was rolled slowly out of surgery.

~0o0~

A young blond reporter stood beside a crumpled piece of metal that was once a car. The side of the vehicle had been peeled away like tinfoil revealing the bloodstained interior. "I am currently standing in front of a near deadly crash that took place near a quiet residential neighborhood when this car crashed head-on with a turning eighteen-wheeler. Luckily for the passengers the driver of this vehicle, Ludwig Beilschmidt, momentarily kept control of the vehicle swerving it away from traffic before the car flipped and rolled down this grassy ravine."

"Three of the passengers had blood-alcohol levels well above the legal limit; however the driver was not under the influence. According to two of the passengers, Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Fernandez Carreido who were not seriously injured, the four had been drinking at a local bar, Beilschmidt had helped each of his passengers into the car and buckled them all in properly. The conditions of Ludwig Beilschmidt and his older brother, Gilbert, are not yet known. This is Kathy Cox, Channel 12 News."