I DON'T OWN HETALIA!
For some reason, I always make very short ones...I need more practice...
Gilbert called him down the stairs. Great.
This couldn't be good. Seeing that it was Gilbert.
He was walking down the steep, wooden steps, having to leave his room from which he was reading. Maybe Gilbert was finally moving out? Unlikely. Or maybe there's a package for him? He would've said that when he called. Is Feli here? He would've heard him talking gibberish by now.
Great, he was at the bottom of the stairs now and he had no idea what his brother wanted.
Ludwig walked down the hall and into the living room. Gilbert wasn't there. This had to be a felt hands wrap around him and bring him to the ground, all the while tying him with a rope.
How did he fall for this.
Gilbert, finally satisfied with the tightness of the rope, got up and smirked.
"Well, that went easier than expected, kesesesese," the albino gloated.
"What are you doing?" Ludwig grumble.
"Making blackmail for later use, mein bruder," he said matter-of-factly, red eyes glinting.
Gilbert left the room and came back a minute later holding a triangle and a roll of duct tape. Then continued to take the triangle and tape it into his hand, making it look like he was willingly holding the instrument. Then out of no where, Gilbert brandished a feather.
And then proceeded to tickle him.
He couldn't help it; he laugh. And at the moment of the laugh; a flash.
A flash that belong to a camera taking a picture of the state he was in.
"I WILL KILL YOU BRUTALLY WITH THIS VERY TRIANGLE AND THEN MAKE SURE THAT THE PICTURE YOU JUST TOOK, BURNS IN HELL."
"I love you, too, bruder," was all the albino replied with.
Well, this was bad. Anyways, R&R, eat cake, and love cats!