Drabble Request: "Maybe one where Ludwig asks Gilbert to marry him?"
The number one rule in the Beilschmidt house is that neither brother could be drunk at the same time. It could only be one. The other would perpetually be on "babysitting duty" from the point of tipsy to hangover.
Gilbert had finally dragged Ludwig - clad at this point in only his boxers and socks - home from the bar. The whole time Ludwig was commenting on just about everything around him, from "that lady's breasts" in the car next to him to how hot he was (he was always fucking hot when he was drunk god damn it) to Gilbert's hair that was so white and pretty and cool and he just wanted to touch it all the time.
Gilbert hoisted Ludwig on the bed and collapsed next to him, absolutely exhausted. "Next time I'll bring Antonio and Francis as my wingmen…" he mumbled softly to himself.
Ludwig shifted on the bed and hugged Gilbert. The Prussian just lay there, letting him do whatever he wanted.
"Gilbert," the younger man mumbled, stuffing his face into the crook of Gilbert's neck.
"What."
"I looove you…"
"I love you too." Gilbert rolled his eyes, sighing as he gently put his arms around his brother to hold him close.
"Let's get married."
Gilbert looked over at him sharply, staring for a moment. "W-what?"
"Get married…t'morrow I'll go and I'll get a ring and you can wear that suit that you look reeeally good in and we c'n get married."
"Um, why are you telling me this now, when you're horribly drunk?" Gilbert's cheeks were red.
"B'cause you know how I am and I can't say things like this when I'm sober…"
Gilbert gulped harshly, but smiled just a little bit. "…Yeah. We can get married. That would be…wonderful."
Ludwig was asleep soon afterwards, still clinging to Gilbert, but the other man stayed awake for a while longer, mind buzzing. Marriage? Not just 'political marriage' that had been shoved on them many times before but actual…marriage?
The next morning, Gilbert awoke before Ludwig did (for once). He untangled himself from the man, showered, changed, and went down to make breakfast for them.
He was halfway through a round of pancakes when Ludwig came into the kitchen, rubbing his head. Gilbert merely pointed to a few painkillers and water on the counter that were waiting for him. "Thanks…" Ludwig mumbled as he took them and sat down.
Gilbert nodded, glancing back at Ludwig. He didn't seem any different. Shifting slightly, Gilbert flipped one of the pancakes over and pursed his lips, "So, uh, do you remember…what we talked about last night?"
"Um, at the bar? Pretty sure you were talking about gay penguins or something."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "After that. After we got home."
"Not necessarily…"
"Oh. Uh, we..talked about marriage," he said vaguely, gauging Ludwig's reactions carefully.
Ludwig looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Marriage? Really? What an odd conversation."
"We talked about the…possibility of us getting married. Just, y'know, bantered." He gripped the spatula hard, trying to keep things casual.
Ludwig chuckled. "Wow, I must have been drunk. Marriage? Us?" he shook his head. "It probably wouldn't work out. I like what we have now."
Hopes dashed. Crushed. Nothing but ash from a briefly-lit fire.
"Right." Gilbert gulped, moving the finished pancakes onto a plate. "That's what I said."