Drabble Prompt: "Alright, so this may be kinda weird, but here goes: Lil Ludwig experiencing puberty and dealing with his voice change, growth, and... first erection? (Curse all those out of control hormones!)"
For some reason this is my most popular drabble on my blog. :'D

Ludwig was late to breakfast. Very late to breakfast. It wasn't like him, to be late for anything. Five minutes was on-time, and on-time was late - at least in Ludwig's mind.

So just fifteen minutes into the meal, Gilbert knew that there was a problem. He excused himself from the table and made his way to Ludwig's room.

Upon arrival, he rapped quickly on the door. "Ludwig?"

No response.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. He didn't have time for this. Perhaps Ludwig was sick, or perhaps he had overslept? He needed to find out, so he quickly opened the door and strolled inside.

"No!" The cracked voice of a teenage boy came from the bed. Ludwig was still tucked under the covers, face down into his pillow. "Gilbert don't come in!"

"Too late," Gilbert announced, shutting the door behind him. "What's wrong? You're fifteen minutes late to breakfast."

Ludwig didn't say anything until Gilbert was sitting on the edge of the bed, prodding him impatiently.

"What's wrong?"

The blonde mumbled something incoherent, so Gilbert prodded him more. "Use your words."

"I had a dream last night," Ludwig finally muttered, louder.

Gilbert gave him a flat look. "Well that confirms you aren't a plant. Who cares?"

Ludwig almost whined. "It was a…um…well it was a lewd dream."

Oh. Gilbert could see where this was going. "I, um…oh."

"I am now erect."

God damn it who taught that child to be so blunt? "Um." He rubbed his forehead and cleared his throat. "Okay. If you give me ten minutes I can leave. Down the street, about two blocks is a prostitute named Mindy and I'm sure that she-"

"No." Ludwig reached out and hit Gilbert lightly on the back. "I do not want a prostitute but I do want to alleviate myself from…this."

Gilbert knew this was his chance. He swallowed his smile and turned to look at his younger brother with a grave look. "Ther is only one way."

"And what is that?"

"We must cut it off."

The color completely drained from Ludwig's face and his hands ducked under the covers, no doubt to protect what was at stake. "Gilbert, I…"

"I'm kidding." Gilbert said quickly, before it really sunk into the boy's head. "you'll have to take care of it yourself. Use your hand, I'll see you in twenty minutes."

Ludwig seemed much less panicked, however he was still quite unsure. "That…that's so dirty, though."

Slowly, Gilbert leaned forward closer to Ludwig's face. "I can promise you, Mindy's vagina is much worse. So pick your poison." He stood up then and flashed a grin. "When you're done, uh…at least strip the bed. I'll see you downstairs."

And with that, he left.