Cinnamon Buns
"So, why am I out here again?" Ludwig asked, fingers wrapped tight around a brown paper bag, the delicious smells of pastry wafting in the cool air.
Gilbert laughed, clapping him cheerfully on the back. "Because you don't get out enough. What kind of brother would I be if I let you drown under all that paper work?" Ludwig raised an eyebrow at his brother suspiciously. Gilbert never did anything unless it somehow worked out in his favor.
They sat at a park bench, watching old men feed pigeons and children run uninhibited, cheeks glowing red from the cold. They sat like that for just a moment, watching life go by, just like that. Passing in front of them for what felt like eternity, but was only a moment. Gilbert huffed softly before digging his cinnamon bun out of the brown bag, going at it like a beast.
Sniffing at his brother's antics, Ludwig pulled out his own pastry, complete with a plastic knife and fork, struggling to cut the steaming bun.
"What are you doing?" Gilbert laughed, snatching the knife and fork from him. "You can't eat cinnamon buns like that! It's sacrilege!" Gilbert demonstrated untwisting the swirl and ripping it apart before shoving it in his mouth. "See, West? You're supposed to get messy."
Ludwig sighed, following Gilbert's example. The bun was warm and gooey, melting on his tongue and he sighed, because he couldn't remember the last moment of peace he'd had.
"Oh look. You got frosting on your face." Ludwig looked at Gilbert curiously, pulling a napkin out of the paper bag, but his brother only smirked at him. For a second, time slowed as Gilbert got closer, his lips, his flushed cheeks. Then his tongue was warm and wet again his cheek, licking off a spot of frosting.
Gilbert drew back, watching him with a devious smirk on his face. Ludwig flushed. "Public! We're in public!" his brother waved a flippant hand, leaning back against the bench, eating his cinnamon bun innocently.
"So what, we can give them a show!" Ludwig sighed, watching his breath freeze in front of him, the sun a gold disk in the frosty sky, life spread out before his eyes.
And he was a part of it.
"Thanks, Bruder." Gilbert laughed softly, but didn't reply, content to watch with him.
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