Hello! This is my first published story, so I am excited what you think! It will be two chapters only, I will publish the second one as soon as possible. Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or any of it's characters. Would be cool, though. So now: Enjoy!
Also, this has no historical background, it's just for fun. I love the two brothers acting close around each other and Gilbert being a responsible big brother...at least as long as Lud is still young. So don't hate me if this is maybe a little OOC :/
And: English is not my native language, so there can be grammar/spelling mistakes. Sorry.
„Alright, Luddi, I will pick you up in the evening at seven."
„Okay, Bruder."
The Prussian straightened the warm hat on Ludwig's head one last time, before he stood up to open the door, on which a knock had echoed two seconds before.
In front of it waited a certain Frenchman, who smiled brightly.
"Ah, Gilbert, bonjour!"
"Hallo, Francis!" Gilbert slapped his shoulder friendly. "It's nice that you came here! I'm sure Ludwig is looking forward to meeting up with Matthew and learning a little about the french culture! Isn't that right?" He looked down at Ludwig, who had a tight grip on his leg by now.
The little German nodded and smiled a rare, shy smile.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bonnefoy.", he said, bowing a little, before grabbing the sleeve of Gilbert's trousers again.
"Oh mon dieu!", the blonde said loudly, grabbing his own face in amazement. "How cute you are! And such well behavior!"
Gilbert rolled his eyes in an over dramatic way. "Gott, Francis! Of course he is well behaved, he learns from no one other than the awesome Prussia himself!"
"Yes, that's why I am so surprised, cherie! But Ludwig, do me a favour and call me Francis, 'kay?"
The little blonde blushed slightly and looked to the ground, nodding. "Of course Mr. Bo- Francis."
Gilbert smirked his typical smirk, being totally smug. Maybe his little brother was already well behaved from the beginning on, but even if most of the other countries didn't believe it, he did a fine job in educating him either. He had to become a big, good country too after all.
The loosening grip on his leg snapped him back into reality. His little brother was about to leave with his best friend.
"Okay Ludwig, I wish you much fun. Be nice and behave." He winked, as Ludwig would never do otherwise. Said boy looked up at him, now a little unsure, but said nothing. Gilbert had to smile at his shyness. It was only the second time he was away for a whole day after all. Knowing that, the albino knelt down in front of the blonde and looked into his big blue eyes softly.
"Hey, it will be fine. Francis is a very nice guy -mostly, he added in his mind- and Matthew will be too. You will have fun." He smiled at him reassuringly, patting his head. Ludwig gulped.
"Versprochen?", he asked lowly.
"Versprochen." Gilbert patted his head one last time before standing up and smiling at Francis yet again. The latter looked at them a little dreamy, not being used to seeing his Prussian friend in such an affectionate and soft way.
"Alright, we're ready. See you in the evening!"
Francis nodded and offered a hand to the little one, who took it shyly.
"Don't do dumb things alone, Gil!", he said in a sing-sang voice and grinned teasingly.
"Shut up Francis, all the things I do are magnificent!"
The two of them walked down the way which leaded to the street where the carriage waited. Gilbert looked after them, leaning into the door frame with a smile on his face. Maybe he could hook up with a fine lady today, after a long time again.
Being lost in his thoughts the albino didn't notice that his little brother ran back to him, so when he approached him, Gilbert caught him rather awkward. He still managed to lift him up.
"Aw, now, what's that Luddi!" The latter just buried his face in the crook of Gilbert's neck, chocking him a little with his slender arms. "I said it will be fine, don't worry baby-boy."
"I know...just...Ich hab dich lieb, Bruder." Gilbert chuckled and looked at Ludwig.
"Ich hab dich auch lieb, Kleiner." He pecked his brother on the forehead, then on the lips one, two, three times, before setting him down. "Und now husch, Onkel France is waiting." Ludwig smiled at him one last time before running back to Francis, who stared at them. If Gilbert had looked at him closely, he would have seen that his gaze was rather skeptical.
Francis had been a little surprised at the display in front of him. He knew that his best friend and those little brother were close, but still what had happened startled him slightly.
Maybe it was normal for the two of them to show their affection like that, but to Francis it was new. He never kissed his Matthew on the mouth or something like that.
The blonde shook his head when Ludwig hold out his hand again. It wasn't his right to question their way of acting with one another.
So he took the offered hand and walked to the carriage with the little, cute German.
~oOo~
It was years later though, that the Frenchman got confronted with this skeptical thoughts again.
The young German, who now had the looks of a maybe 14 year old, had asked him to visit his countryside, just to learn some more about other cultures. Being totally proud of his culture, Francis of course agreed and came over immediately.
So, yet again he found himself in the doorway of his fellow Prussians house, waiting for Ludwig to come with him.
And yet again, he watched the two Germans saying goodbye to each other.
"Leave me be, Bruder. I'm definitely old enough to do this myself.", the blonde said to his big brother, a slight blush on his cheeks, as the latter buttoned up his jacket.
"Kesesese~ Old enough my ass, Lud. You're still a brat!", he left him be though.
"I am nearly as tall as you already!"
"And old enough to leave your awesome big brother alone for a few days." The albino smiled crooked. Ludwig huffed.
"You said that you are happy that I go! That it is good for me to see other cultures myself!" He sounded guilty. Gilbert chuckled.
"Yes, Lud, and I am. I just made a joke, you should be used to that by now." Ludwig still had slightly red cheeks and looked down. Silence settled between them. Francis used that.
"Alright then, cheries! Ready to go?" The blonde looked up at Francis.
"Ja, I am."
"Then let's go!" Ludwig took his bag, and Francis wanted to turn around when he -anew- got surprised by the two brothers.
They shared an intimate peck. Again.
So it really had to be normal between these two, Francis thought.
Even though to him it still seemed odd.
Odd, how they both closed their eyes when their lips touched, odd how their lips lasted against each other for two or three seconds. Odd, how the familiar sound of two parting lips could be heard, and odd how their noses touched for a short time after it.
Odd how they looked into each others eyes...he never saw Gilbert's face so relaxed and soft...and it made him feel uncomfortable. And It was rare that France himself felt uncomfortable. That's why he cleared his throat awkwardly. A pair of red and a pair of blue orbs stared at him.
"Um...the carriage is waiting...", he stammered. The two of them didn't seem to notice the strange tension, as Prussia stroked Ludwig's hair back one last time.
"Hab dich lieb, kleiner Mann." Ludwig rolled his eyes but smiled lightly.
"Ich dich auch. Bis bald." He then -finally- walked away with Francis, who still was in his thoughts, like last time. The Frenchman decided to ask the German some questions when it seemed okay to.
~oOo~
"Ludwig, cherie?"
"Ja?" Francis rubbed his neck thoughtfully. Should he really ask him things like that? Now or never, he told himself.
"You and your brother are really close, aren't you?" Ludwig looked at him a little confused.
"Um, ja. He is my big brother, of course we are." Francis shook his head a little.
"Yes, logical. But I meant...you are /really/ close...you know?" The blonde adolescent frowned slightly. Then his blue eyes flashed, and his cheeks got warm.
"Um, n-no! It's not like that! When you mean the kisses, it's normal for us. He kissed me when I was young, and he still kisses me now. Only rarely of course, but it's not like we...are a couple or something. That would be odd!" He had blushed like a tomato by now, his eyebrows were furrowed. Francis watched him closely. It seemed like he had been right; it was normal for them to be like that.
"Okay. That's what I thought too. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, cherie. I was just curious." Ludwig nodded, even if the blush still coloured his face brightly.
"Nein, it's fine."
Well, that's it for now. As I said, I hope you enjoyed it till now. :D
The german parts:
Bruder – Brother
Gott – God (oh wonder :O)
Versprochen? – Promise?
Ich hab dich lieb, Bruder. - I love you, brother. (meant in a familiar/friendly way)
Ich hab dich auch lieb, Kleiner. - I love you too, little one.
Kleiner Mann – little man, can be little one too.