Authors Note: This is my first fanfic. This is intended to be a one-shot, although I may consider making it a sequel if anyone is interested *laughs*. Conrad X Wolfram pairing has always interest me *_* Although you can waive it off as brotherly affection in this fic. Please kindly review this fic, and I hope you guys will go easy on me cause this is the first time I'm writing a fanfic ^_^
P.S. 70 hits in one day and no reviews? I feel sad ;_; Oh well, most of the readers are anonymous readers anyways. *Sigh*
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He quietly opened his brother's bedroom door. Wolfram walked slowly towards the sleeping figure and sat on the edge of his brother's bed.
"Forgive me, Chiisai aniue. Please don't be angry at me," He whispered quietly as he touched his sleeping brother so very lightly.
This had become a daily routine for Wolfram von Bielefeld.
During the day, he would 'unintentionally' hurt his brother's feelings through his harsh words, while deep inside, the young blonde would feel guilty and uneasy. At night, he always sneaked inside Conrad's bedroom to apologize, even though the brown-haired man was asleep. He blamed his ego for not being able to cooperate with what was on his mind.
Wolfram had always admired his half-brothers from a far.
Of course, he was always much more direct in expressing his affection to his eldest brother; in fact, he had always bragged about his eldest brother's ability in politics, and had hoped that Gwendal would become the next Maoh; that was before Yuuri entered the picture.
Wolfram's feelings towards Conrad were much more complex than what was seen on the surface.
Conrad had always been his favourite brother since he was still a toddler. Little blonde Wolfram would cry for hours whenever Conrad had to leave for a trip with his father. Every time Conrad had to leave, he would sneak into Conrad's bedroom the night before and hugged his brother tightly so he won't be able to leave in the morning. Unfortunately, by the time little Wolfram had woken up, he was tucked in properly and the side of the bed was empty.
Little Wolfram had given his first kiss to Conrad.
His mother, Lady Celi, had told him that his first kiss is very important, and had to be given to the person he loved the most. Lady Celi had planned to get her adorable youngest son's first kiss as a harmless joke, but Conrad was Wolfram's favourite person...and he had given his first kiss to Conrad. Conrad was very pleased about it, and had told young Wolfram that his only little brother will always be his priority and the person he loved the most.
The eldest brother, Gwendal, had always noticed young Wolfram's unhealthy crush towards Conrad, so it really shocked him (and the whole household) regarding Wolfram's angry outburst towards Conrad's half-human heritage.
The young prince had refused to be in the same room with Conrad, until a few years later, when the war broke out, and Conrad was assigned to fight on the front line.
Wolfram had sneaked inside his brother's room and hugged him tightly so he won't be able to leave for the war; just like what he used to do. By the time he had woken up, his brother had left. Wolfram had cried for days, and his heart was filled with regret and guilt for mistreating his brother. After the war, Wolfram never complained about being in the same room with Conrad anymore.
"I love you," Wolfram whispered, as he leaned down and gave his brother a kiss.
He regretted his actions on denying Conrad's existence as his brother in front of the new Maoh earlier during dinner.
"And I love you too," Conrad opened his eyes and huddled the surprised looking Wolfram into his chest.
Conrad had always known about the young blonde's daily routine during the night. As a trained soldier, Conrad had always been light sleeper. He felt warm tears trickling down his younger brother's cheeks and he lifted Wolfram's chin...just a little bit, and reached down for another kiss.