Author's Notes: This is dedicated to ludwigbaelschmidt from Instagram. She has helped me out so much! Now I am in the process of making the greatest SuFin ita bag known to mankind! Churchmaine is super nice and her best boy is Ludwig. I thought it'd be cute to write a fic about both our sons being best buddies and going on cute adventures together.

I want to tell you a story about two friends. Their friendship wasn't unlikely, but rather overlooked by others. This friendship wasn't astounding in the slightest, but I want to tell you anyway. Maybe we can all empathise or dream of such a thing.

Let's start when they were four and in the youngest class of the school. There were two boys who kind of… stood out. One boy was determined to play in the toy kitchen and was often seen escorting out others who dared try to ruin his culinary masterpieces. The other boy simply tore at paper with frustration. Of course, it did not occur to the teacher that the two would come together.

"Why are you tearing at your paper?" The little boy with glasses asked. At this age his accent, which was known to be his most prominent problem later in life, was just about forming. He was a tiny boy compared to the others and almost looked sickly. Everything about him seemed oddly pale- his blond hair, his blue eyes, his skin. The teachers often slipped chocolate into the toy kitchen for him, in the hopes to fatten the little boy up.

"I can't draw a bunny," The other little boy pouted and wiggled in frustration, "I want to draw a bunny, like that little boy." He pointed to Feliciano, a name that often proved too hard for the other children. Feliciano was a little Italian boy, known for his cuteness and his ability to draw. His rabbit drawing was stuck on the class board with pride. Feliciano was currently playing dress up with the little girls.

"I can draw a doggy." Berwald, the sickly Swedish boy, stated simply. He sat next to Ludwig, a boy with a rather pink disposition, and took a piece of paper from Ludwig's pile of paper. He quickly scribbled a small, fat blob with a somewhat recognisable dog's face, with a bigger blob for the body and tiny blobs for the legs and tail.

"You forgot his ears."

"You draw them."

Ludwig, attentively, drew little floppy ears for their dog.

"Now we can give her a name."

"No, the doggy is a boy, like us."

"What's his name?"

Ludwig searched the classroom for a good name, preferably one easy to say. Ludwig believed that "kitchen boy" had a speech problem.

"Egg. The doggy is called Egg."

"He is a good doggy. Good Egg."

They both smiled over Egg the doggy, and Berwald scribbled 'Egg, good doggy" under their blobby doggy.

"We should give him to Mister Rome to look after."

"And we can feed him every day!"

The two little boys proudly waddled up to Mister Rome, holding up their precious drawing together. Berwald glared at the children who dared come near their doggy, in case they ripped Egg.

Mister Rome was made up that "Paper Shit" and "Swedish Chef" had finally calmed down and created something.

"Please put him low so we can reach him."

"We want to feed Egg."

"Of course. Why don't you draw Egg a friend?"

The two boys shook their head. They believed Egg was a perfect doggy, unable to replicate with mere pencils. Of course, they couldn't say it, but they thought it.

The two busied their days by cooking quietly in the kitchen, looking for something nice for their dog. On 'Book Day' they brought dog themed books to read to Egg. During nap time, Berwald and Ludwig both dreamt of doggies. Ludwig also wanted bunnies and sausage with potatoes. Berwald wanted cats and hamsters and more doggies and 'Tiny', a boy from down the road. During prayers, they both sat together and prayed for happiness for Egg and every dog in existence.

The whole ball game changed, however, when it was 'National Dress Up Day', a day where the children came dressed up if their parents donated some money to the school for charity. Berwald came dressed as a chef, with the idea that he could create better dishes for Egg if he was dressed properly. Ludwig felt immediately cheated when he turned up as a dog.

"Cook so I can cook for Egg."

"But we like dogs, not cooks."

"I like cooks too. They make food."

Ludwig sulked, feeling silly for being the only one being dressed as a dog in the classroom. Berwald frowned, suddenly feeling lonely in his kitchen. Feliciano, feeling lucky, tried to get into Berwald's kitchen to create pasta.

"Cat Boy, I want you to make me a doggy."

"Then can I make pasta?"

Little Berwald nodded to the chubby boy and the two waddled over to the fancy dress box. Feliciano placed a pair of dog ears under Berwald's hat and asked his grandpa for help with the tail.

"Now you're a doggy chef." The little Italian boy clapped with joy, and ran up to Ludwig, taking Berwald with him.

"I am Doggy Chef, the bestest dog cook in the whole world. I am here to cook for Mister Ludwoof and Mister Cat." Berwald grabbed a very happy Feliciano and a very shocked Ludwig and escorted them to the nearest table to his kitchen. Mathias, a tiny rascal who came dressed as Sonic the Hedgehog, had watched the whole thing from afar and graciously stepped up with a very scribbled menu for Ludwig and Feliciano. He bowed like a waiter and said proudly, "May I get you some beer?"

"Beer?" Asked the little cat boy.

"It's like water for adults."

"Go away Maths, they are a cat and dog, not adults." Berwald clumsily pushed Mathias' shoulder in defiance. Mathias frowned deeply and pushed Berwald back.

"My name is Mathias, not Maths. I don't like you."

"Leave then."

Mathias left, with tears in his eyes and a stomp with his foot. Berwald went back to getting teacups from his tea set. He ran back to Ludwig and Feliciano.

"Just pretend it is water."

"Meow! Thank you!"

"Woof!"

"Are you ready to order?"

Ludwig looked uneasily to Feliciano. The chubby boy grinned back.

"Tuna pasta, purrrrrrease!"

Berwald turned to Ludwig, whom had cowered with shyness in his seat.

"I don't know."

"I shall make you 'Doggy Surprise' then."

Little Berwald wiggled off to his kitchen triumphantly and set about his food. He put a plastic spaghetti in the pan with a plastic fish. He sneaked a peek to see if Ludwig was okay. The two boys were talking about football, something they could not play until they were older, but they both watched avidly on television. Ludwig had perked up now as he told Feliciano all about Germany's football team.

Berwald grabbed some plastic sausage and mashed potato and put in his little oven. He wondered what real dogs ate. Egg had lived on burgers and chips at this point.

"Pssst, Ludwig, say 'beep beep' for me." Berwald whispered from his kitchen window, realising that real ovens made a 'beep beep'.

"Beep beep."

"Thank you."

His kitchen had 'fancy plates' that Feliciano drew on one day when Berwald wasn't looking. Berwald liked them and decided only the fancy plates would do for his customers. He served up the tuna pasta and 'Doggy Surprise' proudly to his little clients.

"Meow! Thank you!"

"Woof!"

"Woof!" Berwald waddled back to his kitchen to wash his dishes. He was a good little boy. "Just like a good doggy." Berwald thought as he scrubbed his dishes with his imaginary sponge.

The two boys chatted happily about a movie they saw about cats and mazes on TV last Sunday. Feliciano said he wanted to draw them like that one day, good enough to be on TV. Ludwig told him he wanted to take a doggy to space.

Ludwig graciously paid for the meal on Feliciano's behalf with some money he drew the other day. He even gave Berwald a tip for being "the bestest chef doggy."

Ludwig and Berwald's chef and dog adventures continued, including the odd encounter with Feliciano and the odd fight with Mathias, until they were six. They had to go to the 'big class' once they were six, with a new teacher too. Ludwig made sure Egg also came with them.

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And no, "Tiny" isn't a typo I made.