Hello my dear readers, and welcome to my first Hetalia story. I just want to say that this story was strongly inspired by the british comedy-show Absolutely Fabulous, which you will probably notice if you have seen it. If you haven't seen it then I strongly recommend you to doing so.

Also Ludwig is 8 years old in the story and Gilbert is 19.


The human reincarnation of Germany woke up as always at exactly 6:59 am, precisely one minute before his alarm clock rang. He didn't actually need an alarm to wake up. It was like his body just knew when it was time to get up, but he decided to keep the alarm just to be sure.
He threw on some clothes and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. Once downstairs he continued his daily routine. The kettle was put on, a bowl of cereal was put on the table and the blonde boy sat down in front of it with a copy of Hansel and Gretel in his hands. He opened the worn out book and started to read.
As the old grandfather clock began to call out half an hour later the small boy put away his book and simply waited with his blue eyes fixed on the door. No more than two seconds later came the unbearable sound of five different alarm clocks and the shouting of his older brother. The alarm clocks were eventually turned off and the noise were replaced by a banging sound as the older brother darted down the stairs.
"Guten morgen, bruder", the blonde said as his brother walked into the kitchen.
The albino looked like a mess compared to his neat little brother. The older Beilschmidt brother had the facial expression of someone that just had risen from the dead, and his sweatpants and t-shirt were washed out and ragged.
"Morning, West. What's happening?"
"Nothing…" The blonde rose from his seat and started to put the dishes into the sink.
"Weeest…", the albino said in an annoying voice. "I want a cup of coffee."
"Then make a cup of coffee."
"I don't know where the bloody coffee is. But you know that, don't you West." Gilbert started to walk towards his brother as he spoke, and began to lean against blondes' shoulder. "Isn't it amazing how you keep track of where everything is? It's probably the most awesome thing about you", he continued in a sickly cute voice.
"Flattering will not turn me into your slave. You're a grown man that is more than capable of making yourself a cup of coffee."
"But it's so not awesome to make your own coffee. I should hire someone to make coffee for me."
"You should, bruder. You hardly do anything yourself otherwise so why should you bother to make your own coffee. And I suppose that it's simply not awesome enough to go to a coffee shop instead."
"Why do you have to act like that? Is it so hard to be nice to your awesome older brother?"
"Yes, it is. Especially when he comes home in the middle of the night, smelling of rum and with a sense of balance that can be compared to that of a goat that has been spun around on a chair to then be thrown onto a block of ice."
The two brothers eyes met and both refused to look away, since that was seen as a sign of weakness within the Beilschmidt household. So the two brothers simply stared at each other, until Ludwig felt the need to break the silence.
"Du bist ein idiot", he said and turned back to his book which had been left at the table. Gilbert remained standing for a short while before he also sat down by the table with his eyes still fixed on the blonde. The scene remained this way for some time, but the young boy eventually started to feel the red eyes piercing at him.
"Bruder...", he began saying as he put his book down once more. "I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it"
"Do you really mean that?" The mocking grin that usually is on the albino's face started appear again.
There was a moment of silence as the blonde desperately tried to avoid his brothers' gaze.
"West...?"
"Fine, I meant it. But I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"Come on West, did you really think I'd get all suicidal over something like that. I know I'm to awesome to be an idiot." The grin was completely back on his lips by now.
"Right...", Ludwig began reading again now that the tension had left the room.
A moment passed in silence, but Gilbert never took his eyes away from his little brother.
"West...?"
"Ja, bruder?"
"Are you going to make me a cup of coffee or not?"


Translations:
Bruder = Brother
Guten morgen = Good morning
Du bist ein idiot = You're an idiot
I think you'll be able to figure out the rest :P

I don't know if I'm going to continue this story or not so I would really like to know what you think ^^

Hugs and cookies / Garuto