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"Ludwig? Did you have a family? Before you joined the army I mean" The German froze. In all those years of visits, it was the first time Francis had asked him a direct question about his private life and it took him off guard. "Well yes. I did. Why?" "Just curious. How many where you?" "Oh we were a small family. It was just my parents, my big brother and I." Francis stayed silent for a few seconds and Ludwig thought he would drop the subject. He was proved wrong however when Francis continued. "What happened to them, if you don't mind me asking? Why didn't you go back to them once everything was over?" Ludwig sighed. This was always a painful bit to talk about but he could see Francis was genuinely concerned and this made him happy in a way. It had been a while since someone last cared for him…

"My mother died of lungs cancer and my father killed himself because of that… As for my big brother, he left Germany without leaving any clue that could help me find him." "You seem pretty attached to your brother." "Yes, I am. Or rather, I was. He was someone I could rely on and an example for me… What I admired most about him was his self-confidence… He was born albinos and yet he was proud of it and was very full of himself…." Francis felt his heart jump. This matched Gil's personality! The Frenchman felt his excitement rise. Maybe that was it! Maybe the two were brothers! Mentally crossing his fingers he asked one last question that would, hopefully, confirm it. "What was his name?" Ludwig stared at him a bit before answering. "Gilbert"


Francis was thrilled. As he got out of Ludwig's building, his mind started working to make up a plan so the two brothers could meet. After all he couldn't go see gilbert and say 'hey I found your long lost brother, why don't you come and see?' Gilbert would never believe him and would think he was making fun of him. The self-proclaimed Prussian could be a bit paranoid sometimes. He'd find a way to have the two meet "accidently" and would do as if he didn't know anything. Like that, even if he is wrong and Ludwig is not Gil's brother everything will stay normal for everyone. What a surprise this would be!

Humming a cheerful tune, he crossed the street to head back to his own apartment when he heard yelling. "Bastardo! Aren't you able to do anything?" "I'm sorry, Fratello! It was an accident, I swear!" Heading towards the noise, the Frenchman discovered it was coming from the small shop where he bought all his vegetables. Lovino, the Italian boss of the place, was screaming at another person that looked almost exactly like him. "Why do I have to live with a twin as stupid as a donkey!" "That is a very mean thing to say!" "I don't care! Now get back to work and be careful with your two left hands!"

At that moment, Lovino noticed Francis and turned to face him. "What do YOU want, pervert!" Knowing that he would never hear the end of it if he didn't buy anything, Francis quickly came up with something. "Five tomatoes please" Lovino gave him his tomatoes and Francis quickly paid and left.

That Italian could be a bit scary.


Back at his apartment, Francis decided he didn't want to spend the rest of the day painting or sketching for he was too excited about his discovery of the morning. He was curious to see his best friend's reaction when he'd meet with his brother, a happy one hopefully. To Gilbert's house it was then.

He grabbed his freshly bought tomatoes and got on his way. Knowing his friend, the Prussian would not believe him if he said he just came for a visit. His plan was simple: He'd go to his friends' house (Antonio and Gilbert shared a small house just outside Paris in Montmartre), tell he came to deliver his extra tomatoes to Antonio (the Spanish man was always glad to have more even his he had jars full of them in the kitchen) and would invite himself inside, his friends not being cruel enough to send him back. Once there he'd eventually find a reason to bring Gilbert to Ludwig's apartment (because there was no way the ex-German soldier would accept getting out) and the game was done. Easier said than done, unfortunately. He'd just have to do it one step at the time.

The only way to get to Montmartre for Francis was the metro because he didn't have a car which is why at 2 o'clock of the afternoon; the Frenchman was standing in a dusty tunnel waiting for his train. Which is also why he saw him again.

It was once again near a photo booth and for the second time in two days, Francis felt his heart skip a beat. He watched the green eyed man approach the photo booth and kneel in the same position he was in the day before. This really made him wonder, what the hell was he doing? The man had a small black suitcase and was very neatly dressed. He almost looked like a business man which was a big contrast with his current activity. His slightly messy hair makes him look cute thought…. His eyebrows however….. Francis snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he had started to blush for unknown reasons. As if on cue, the green eyed man looked up and stared right at Francis. Obviously recognizing him, his eyes opened wide in surprise before he jumped to his feet and dashed away, forgetting his suitcase. "W…Wait!" Francis tried to call him back but it was too late; the man was gone and his train had arrived. Without dwelling on it, the Frenchman grabbed the abandoned bag and got in wagon.


Ding Dong!

"Coming!" Gilbert literally jumped down the stairs, tripped on the carpet placed in front of the staircase and almost crashed on a wall before opening the door wide with a victorious grin. "Hey Franny! Welcome to the awsome's lair! What can I do for my favorite waiter of my favorite café?" Smiling at his friend's antics, Francis took the time to step inside before answering. "I have extra tomatoes, and I thought 'tonio would be glad to have them. That and I was kind of bored all alone in my apartment. Surely you guys are happy to see the fabulous moi, non?" "Of course I'm glad! 'Tonio is not here thought" "Shame, he's going to miss the fun. It's only you and me then."

After taking off his coat and placing the tomatoes on the counter of the kitchen, Francis made his way to the living room while Gilbert grabbed a can of beer for himself and a bottle of wine for his friend. "So, anything new?" The Prussian asked. "Not really, days drag on as usual" Well not exactly. My dreams are haunted by a green eyed man I saw yesterday (He had hidden the suitcase in the bushes in front of the house to avoid triggering his friend's curiosity) and I think I found your brother which cannot exactly be called a normal occurrence. "Actually yes. There is something I would like to ask you. Would you mind doing me a small favor?" "As long as it's as awesome as me!" Oh, I'm sure it is! "I would like you to go keep company to a friend of mine. He's an ex-German soldier that I visit at least once a week. Unfortunately, I won't be able to do so this week, and I was wondering if you could go for me?" "Huh? You mean I have to spend the whole day keeping company to some old grumpy soldier!" "Cher, he is not grumpy and not old. In fact, he's even younger than you! Plus, I'm sure the two of you will get along very well because you both have an interest for mechanics and a patriotic spirit for Germany! You won't even have to stay the whole day, an hour would suffice." Gilbert stayed silent and drank a large gulp of his beer. He tried to look uninterested but Francis saw the glimpse of interest that had appeared in his eyes. Just one more little push… He leaned on his friend and placed his head on Gilbert's shoulder. "Please Gil?" He insisted with a small pout. "Oh! Alright! But this better be as good as you say it is or else I'm never going again!" Finally replied the Albinos. "Thank you! I swear you are not going to regret it!" Francis delivered a small peck on Gilbert's cheek before jumping off the couch and heading for the kitchen to start preparing dinner. Antonio came home at that moment and the rest of the afternoon was spent for the trio in front of the TV with a delicious slice of quiche for everyone.

By the time Francis decided to head back home, it was sunset. He kissed his friends on the cheeks as a goodbye like it was traditionally done in France, and turned to Gilbert one last time "Don't forget about tomorrow Gil, I'm sure you're going to enjoy yourself" Then he left letting Gilbert give all the information to Antonio who , until now hadn't been aware of the project. Chuckling at the sound of his two friends bickering behind the door, the Frenchman made sure nobody would see him before taking the suitcase back from his hiding place.


Later that night, Francis sat crossed leg on his bed, the suitcase opened in front of him. Inside was some kind of photo album that intrigued him very much. Because inside, the pictures weren't those you'd expect from an album. Thousands of photos were carefully glued to the brown pages of the book, each with a different person than the other. They all seemed to have been ripped or thrown away once before finding their place in this weird collection that the owner had carefully put together. Some had pieces missing, others were a bit dirty and all had words written in pen next to them: Gare de Montmartre, Gare du Nord, Gare Centrale… Train station names.

After going through the album a few times, the blue eyed blond understood. The green eyed man collected pictures that had been taken in the train station's photo booths but that had then been ripped and thrown away by their unhappy owners. That would explain why the man was so often found kneeling in front of a photo booth! Francis had a small smile: this unusual behavior was actually endearing.


"Alfred, have you seen my suitcase?" "You mean the black one you always carry around?" "Yes, that one." "Sorry bro, haven't seen it"

Alfred's brother had been nervous all morning ever since he came back from the restaurant he went to every morning. He had turned their house upside down to try to find his precious suitcase but to no avail. Now, he seemed about to have a nervous breakdown. "Gee, Arthur calm down it's just a suitcase full of junk anyways." "IT'S NOT JUNK! Better that your sticker collection anyway…" Then without listening to his little brother's winning he went to his room and to his computer. He quickly started tipping. "LOST SUITCASE…"


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