Hey! It's been too long since I have updated! Sorry! Honestly! Any way, I have been wanting to torture Ludwig for a while. I mean, I have tortured Lovino, Yao, and Ivan. It is Ludwig's turn. I wanted this to be a one shot, but like so many of my one-shots this is outta control! Enjoy!

So, this takes place at an institution for the most part. I am not sure if there will be any pairings. If so, I will update you as it comes along. Ludwig-centric.

Happy Homes and Shattered Flowers

Chapter 1: Ludwig

I stared at my doctor. Honestly, I was confused as to why I was seeing him. Even more confused as to why Gilbert got to sit in on my 'private' sessions with said doctor. I fought to keep my face straight. Smoothing my pants for the millionth time since this session began. My eyes flickered momentarily to my brother, who sat on the corner of the desk instead of the empty chair, then back to the doctor.

"What did you do yesterday, Ludwig?", the doctor asked pen posed over his ever present pad of paper.

"Yesterday? I met Gilbert at the part and we watched the ducks. Or rather," I looked at Gilbert sitting on his little corner, "I watched them-"

"C'mon, West! You couldn't possibly expect the awesome me to sit and watch ducks!" Gilbert objected.

"Brother! You said that you would just sit and NOT interrupt. You said that you would adhere this time! I won't let you have any more beer, if you interrupt again!"

Gilbert looked as if he wanted to object but kept his mouth shut. I stared at him hoping that he would get the message and stay quiet. His red eyes lost a little of their fight and he nodded. I hated myself in that moment. I wanted to apologize but really, it was not my fault!

I heard the doctor scribble furiously on his bland pad of paper. "Ludwig, do you drink?" His eyes lifting slightly to look at me.

"No. I do not. I used to, but now I have to watch Gilbert and make sure that when his company comes over that they don't go on a binge and do something utterly stupid." I heard Gilbert snort.

"Ah. Gilbert. Does he drink a lot?"

"Depends on what you consider a lot, doctor." I shrugged. What really did it matter if he did? He was of age. Barely. But still legal.

"To excess, Ludwig." The doctor's voice evened out.

I sighed, "I suppose so. But it is not often that he does. Just when the rest of the Trio are with him. Other than that it's one or two a day. Why?"

"I am just accessing your stress levels, where Gilbert is concerned."

"He does not stress me any more than any sibling stresses the other. Honestly. My brother is the only person who truly cares about me!" I was becoming enraged that this quack dared to consider Gilbert a strain on me.

"Forgive me. It seems as if I have upset you. It was not my intention. I was, merely, trying to come to a conclusion about your recently behaviors, Ludwig. If you could, please describe Gilbert to me."

I was confused. Why did I need to describe him. He was sitting right in front of him! "Why? He is sitting right in front of you. On the edge of your desk."

There was a moment of silence. The doctor placed his pen down upon his paper and steepled his hands, "Humor me, Ludwig."

I sighed. "He is about five foot nine. He has pale skin and red eyes and silvery white hair. My grandfather called him an albino once." I shrugged.

"His personality?" I noticed that he had started to scribble again.

"Why don't you just talk to him!" I was annoyed and could not help my outburst.

"But West. You told me not to speak." Gilbert mumbled.

"For the sake of my sanity, Gilbert, just answer his questions!"

Gilbert turned to the doctor, "I am the awesome me. My personality is the best that you will ever encounter. I am down to earth and the strongest person ever! Why? Because I am the awesome me! Kesesese."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his antics. "Does that answer everything?"

"Not exactly. Gilbert, tell me about Ludwig, please." The doctor scribbled and flipped a page.

"About West? Hmm...he usually keeps me out of non-awesome situations. He can be a priss and can be annoying but he's my little brother. Despite all that, I keep an eye out for him."

"What do you mean 'keep an eye out for him'?"

"Like I said. Listen," Gilbert leaned in close to the doctor and lowered his voice to a normal range, "West can handle himself. But he tends to be more trusting of people than he should be. I mean, seriously, when he was small those fuckers tried to take advantage of him. So it came to be that I am his only real friend. And while I have my Trio, no one can take the place of my West."

"His only friend?" The doctor flipped through his notes and paused. "I see."

I started to open my mouth, but Gilbert beat me to it, " No, people are only around if they need West to protect them or do things for them. Parasites, all of them!"

"West? Why do you call him 'West'?"

"Why not? Every one needs a nickname! Kesesese."

"I see. Ludwig?"

I looked away from Gilbert's laughing face to the doctor's solemn one, "Yes?"

"I am going to be frank with you, okay?"

I scrunched my eyebrows slightly, "Please do."

"You are aware that Gilbert died six years ago and there is no one but you and I in this office, yes?"

I blinked. What a stupid notion of course Gilbert was alive, the doctor had just been carrying on a conversation with him. "What are you talking about? You were just speaking with him."

"Ludwig." The doctor sighed, "I-"

I looked over at the corner of the desk. Gilbert wasn't there. I frantically search around the room. "How did he get out so quietly?" My voice was strained and ragged.

"He was never here, Ludwig."

I stood, "YOU ARE LYING! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY BROTHER?" I knew I was being loud. I could not help it. He was lying to me. It was obvious. What was he trying to pull? I slammed my fists against his desk.

"See, West. This is why I told you that we should have left! I told you I am old enough to take you with me." Gilbert whispered in my ear.

I turned to face him. "Gilbert!" I crumbled to the floor and felt his arm around me, "I thought they had done something to you, again."

"No, West, I am here. Do you see now why I have to be everywhere with you? To protect you from the world." He spoke softly in to my hair.

"Yes, only you can protect me, Gilbert."

Faintly I heard a commotion. Looking past Gilbert, I saw my grandfather standing in the doorway looking bereft, "I am sorry, Ludwig. This is for the best."

Startled, "What is?"

I felt the needle and knew no more of that day.