"Scheisse", a certain German cursed when his 'check engine' light started blinking at him. Glancing around, he found that it was ijust his luck/i that he happened to be in the middle of nowhere. Sighing, Ludwig flicked on his blinker, pulling over onto the arm of the road. It also just happened to be his luck that today had to be possibly the hottest day in the history of his country.

Stepping out of the vehicle, he heard a muffled groan from the back seat but ignored it. The car was more to his concern than his brother's waking. He remembered when the albino had crawled into the backseat and had refused to drive, saying that he was 'Too awesome for driving' or something along those lines, and that Ludwig, as the younger brother, would have to chauffeur him. Ludwig probably wouldn't have trusted Gilbert to drive anyway if he had wanted to.

Running a hand over his barely slicked back hair, Ludwig reached under the hood and released it, grabbing the hood prop and using it for what it was meant. Even though he had only been outside of the vehicle for a few moments, he could feel the lack of air conditioning making him sweat. Frowning, he ran his hand through his hair again before unscrewing and pulling out the little rod to check the oil. Cursing again he sighed and replaced it, before starting to check other parts of the car, making a quick analysis of what made the car stop.

Mumbling quietly to himself, Ludwig turned around, intending to go back and sit in the car, only to be met with the red eyes of his brother, "Bruder!", he exclaimed, taking a step back, only to have the back of his knees bump into the now-closed hood and cause him to fall back and sit ungracefully. His cheeks flushed with embarassment. Or atleast they did until he realized that another set of cheeks were protesting the hot metal surface they had been placed upon. Gasping, he jumped back up, causing Gilbert to step back as the German glared at him accusingly, "That's your fault, East.", he pointed an accusing finger at him.

Gilbert just blinked and offered his younger brother a shrug in response before commenting, "Why did we stop, West? I thought you were my chauffeur.", he started to grin playfully.

Shaking his head slightly, Ludwig sighed and said, "Bruder, the car broke down. Trust me, I'd rather be on my way than stuck here with you.", and he immediately realized his mistake. Although Gilbert wasn't as much of a wuss as Feliciano was, he knew his brother would react.

Although it wasn't exactly how Ludwig had predicted, Gilbert did react, "W-what? I guess I'm just too awesome for you, ne, East?", he grinned, although it was obvious that it did not reach his eyes.

Letting out a 'che!' at the prussian, Ludwig turned and brushed past him, bumping shoulders with him and he went back to the car, leaning down and pressing the trunk release. Gilbert followed behind him idly, and was quiet. 'For once', Ludwig thought to himself. Pulling out a large cooler, Ludwig set it on the ground and fished out two bottles of beer. He held one out towards Gilbert, who took it eagerly.

"Ah, West! So kind! My favorite brand too!"

"That's my favorite brand too, East."

"Really, West? I thought you liked that shitty stuff in the can. That makes you so un-awesome."

"I'm a German, Gilbert. We don't drink beer from cans, remember?"

"Ach, tja. I remember now. Thanks, West!"

And with that Gilbert started downing the bottle. Ludwig just shook his head slightly, a smile threatening to tug at his lips as he lifted his own to his mouth and took a long refreshing swig. But he was interrupted by the voice of his brother.

"Hey, West. Why'd you take your shirt off?"

Ludwig visibly blushed at that question as he glanced down at his shirtless chest before grunting out a reply, "Because it's hot out here."

Tilting his head, Gilbert stepped in front of his brother, commenting, "You look like you just had mindblowing sex in a sauna."

Ludwig's blush darkened, only causing Gilbert's grin to widen as he continued, "Some girl must have gotten it good, eh, West?", but then Gilbert's grin turned into a smirk, "Or maybe it wasn't a girl. And maybe they weren't the one taking it."

Eyes widening, the German stuttered out, "S-shut up, East! I'm straight! Drink your beer!", Ludwig turned away from his brother, gulping down his beer and dropping the empty bottle back into the cooler. It wasn't but a few moments later that a pair of pale arms encircled his waist, and his brother's chin appeared over his shoulder, "W-what do you want, bruder?", Ludwig questioned.

Gilbert grinned, and didn't have to say anything as the blonde colored. But that didn't mean that Gilbert didn't say what he wanted anyway, "Ich will dich, bruder."