A/N: Yo! This is poetess here. I'm starting a series of little drabble-y things and slapping them together into a series. And Juliet's gonna help, right? *nudgenudge* Anyway, hope you enjoy it. And we do take requests, by the way, go ahead and look at our profile for the rules. Ta ta for now!

Chapter One: Track Shorts

"Ludwig, bro!' Gilbert called, struggling to untangle his earbuds. "I'm going for a run!"

"Good. You could use the exercise." Ludwig continued reading his book, not even glancing at his older brother.

"You saying that I'm fat?"

"No, although cutting back on the excessive late night drinking could help. Alcoholic beverages are not necessarily free from calories. Also, eating just before you to to sleep can cause your food to digest in improperly due to your horizontal position. Alcohol in particular can cause dehydration of your system, not to mention making your sleep harder and less- Gilbert!" Looking up, he started at his older brother's track shorts. "You cannot go out in those! It is far too cold!"

Gilbert did a mocking twirl. "You're just flustered 'cause they remind you what a sexy piece of ass I am."

"That's completely-"

"Don't try to deny it!" Gilbert dashed out the door, laughing madly.

Ludwig rubbed his temples briefly before going back to his book.

About two minutes later, the elder of the two was back, slamming the door on his way in.

"Decided to go with sweatpants after all?"

"Shut up, West." He stalked off to his room.

When Gilbert returned, he had on a pair of pants and an old jacket of Ludwig's. "Now, I'll be home in somewhere around half an hour."

Ludwig ignored him.

"Thanks for the endearing sentiments. Be good while I'm gone, 'kay?" This time, he walked outside and closed the door quietly.

The door slammed again in about thirty seconds. "Forgot my music player..." Gilbert muttered, unwilling to look his brother in the eye.

"Beautifully executed."

"Stow it." He scowled, leaving for a third time.

Turning a page of his book, Ludwig wondered how long it would be before the next interruption. Hopefully a reasonable amount of time; he was approaching the climax of the story, and he would prefer to read in peace.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the door banged again. This time, Gilbert walked straight over to his brother, ripped the book out of his hands, and flung it across the room.

"Damn you, West! Why didn't you tell me that there was a large hole in not one – not just ONE FUCKING POCKET – but both of them!? Damn you!" Angrily, he held out his cell phone, complete with mud splatters and a long, splintering crack in the screen.

Ludwig calmly stood and retrieved his book. "From now on, I recommend you ask before using other people's property without permission. That and throw their books on the floor."

"Well, you can just... just..."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"...Go jump in a lake." Gilbert finished lamely.

"Certainly, when the weather is warm enough for rational human being to be outdoors in swim attire, or," he added, glancing sharply at his older brother, "the equivalent of."

Gilbert huffed and turned towards the kitchen. "You're jealous because you can't pull off short shorts the way I do."

"On the contrary; I would much rather you kept them on."

He froze. "West, would you SHUT UP?"

The blond snorted contemptuously. "Don't you have a few miles to go and run?"

"No thanks to you," Gilbert countered, "I'm exhausted without even getting past the end of the road."

"It's not my fault." Finding that he couldn't focus both on the page before him and the conversation at hand, he set his book down and stood. "Should I cook dinner?"

"Don't assume you can get back on my good side so easily." Gilbert crossed his arms, pointedly facing away from him.

Although he allowed himself to roll his eyes, Ludwig couldn't help but smile. Bending down to wrap his arms around his brother's waist from behind, he whispered in his ear. "Not even with beer and wurst?"

"In that case, I suppose I could forgive you." Gilbert spun around, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. "But only if I get to help."

"Deal." Ludwig smiled gently, taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen.

Gilbert leaned over, grinning as he gave his brother's earlobe a gentle tug. "Love ya, West~"

He smiled, pulling the elder closer for one more kiss. "Love you too."