Hello my friends! I have decided to write a quick story about the lovely twins! No this is no twincest, it just has brotherly love! So I hope you enjoy this story and your day!

Siblings

The fight continued. Names were being tossed, a few pushes but there was no sincere physical contact. The twins had been arguing on who could get the last piece of cake, The redhead had been surprised that the younger was arguing back. He never knew that the blond liked sweets all that much. But yet, the fight roared on.

Soon enough their father walked in, obviously he had enough of the fight. He glared down at the two children.

"Fighting will not solve your problems." he stated, the twins could tell he was upset, maybe even angry. The blond lowered his head in shame, while the ginger had slightly controlled his anger.

"Lucas won't let me have the last piece of cake!" the older complained, Lucas had responded to his whine with a small, quiet, cry.

"C-Claus always gets the last piece, because I was never in the mood for cake!" the blond stuttered, increasing the volume of his crying.

Claus' father had gave out a sigh, he knew his youngest was correct, he was rarely ever in the mood for a slice of cake.

"Lucas will have the last piece of cake. Claus, you can hold off, you don't need sweets every day of your life." he sighed, after coming to his decision.

"No fair!" The ginger whined, he huffed angrily and stomped off outside, slamming the door behind him. The outdoors was a great place to relax, where the boy would lean up against a tree. A tree he would rely on for bringing down his anger.

Claus plopped himself onto the ground and huffed once more. Before taking a nap to relax, he muttered:

"Siblings."

Lucas had slowly ate his piece of cake, savoring every bite, but he wasn't all that happy. He felt a little bit guilty over the fact that his older twin was outside moping over the cake fight. The blond looked down at his plate, he had chewed off about a quarter of his piece, and he was already feeling sick to his stomach.

While his dad wasn't looking, Lucas carried his plate and raced out the door. He jogged carefully, trying not to fling the cake off the plate by accident.

"Claus!" The blond exclaimed, rushing to his brother's favorite tree. Claus looked over, his expression showed anger, and confusion as to why his younger brother was running to him with a piece of cake.

"What? Do you just want to rub in the fact that you got the last piece?" the older growled, a pinch of annoyance in his voice.

"No… I got full and I thought you would like some." Lucas had answered, slowly handing the plate to his brother. Claus was shocked, but not completely, his brother did have a small stomach.

"M-Me?" the ginger stuttered, looking around to see if anyone else was with him. But just the redhead and Lucas were present.

"Yes you silly!" Lucas giggled, sitting down next his twin as the ginger took the plate. Claus pulled the blond into a hug, getting a surprised sound out of the shy twin.

"Thank you!" the older repeated, ruffling his brothers hair, messing it up.

"Claus… You know I hate that…." Lucas whined while combing his hair with his fingers, tidying it as much as possible. The boy paid close attention to the blond strands. Unlike the other, Lucas kept his hair tidy, as Claus didn't care what happened to it.

"I know, but I love you!" Claus stated playfully, messing up his brothers hair once again. Lucas didn't bother fixing it this time, he just giggled.

"Love you too."