Hooray chapter two is up! This one doesn't have sex either, but I'm giving it a T-rating anyways, just cuz. And sorry if it's shorter than usual, my muse is being a butthead and junk. It was supposed to be sex right away, but I don't want to get into it that fast, maybe next chapter...

Also, some headcanons that might help you guys understand the story: Germany and Prussia are equal heights, even though sources say Germany is 5'11", and Prussia is 5'9"; Prussia is 5 years older than Germany, but is still the youngest of the BTT; the brothers are roughly the same chest measurements, Ludwig being larger, but that doesn't mean Gil is a stick.

It took a while for Ludwig to calm down, the mornings antics still fresh in his mind. He barely noticed the people staring at him as he rushed past, he wasn't one to arrive late to anything, least of all his job. He sat down, grasped his pencil, and began to write up mindless reports, the words flowing in and out of his head as he did so.

It took him only a few seconds to give up on his endeavor, mind straying to other things, such as the feel of his brother's lips on his. No! Bad Ludwig! He ranted at himself, shaking his head violently, Don't think about such vulgar things! But he couldn't help it. It was too strange an experience to ignore, so he didn't. Did Prussia really do it just to see if he was gay? If that was the case, why did he do it, instead of someone else? It wouldn't prove anything if your brother kissed you. It wasn't natural for a man to be attracted to his brother, not physically possible if he was correct.

"Mr. Beilschmidt?" A small voice snapped him out of his reverie. It was Lilli, she had come to work as his errand girl over the summer, Vash said it would give her a sense of responsibility and get her ready for a real job. "There's someone here to see you." She said, sneaking her head in between the door.

"Yes, send them in please." A few seconds later, he started choking on his tongue. Prussia had arrived, right after he was remembering their morning encounter. Great, he could already feel himself blush. He strode over, brown paper bag in his hand.

"Hey, bro! Forgot your lunch!"

"Danke, bruder."

"Don't expect me to do it everyday, though. I'm not your fucking slave or wife or some dumb shit like that." Ludwig couldn't resist the jab that came out of his mouth, but instantly regretted it.

"You were for Russia."

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT was the only thing going through Germany's mind. The brown bag fell to the floor, breaking the beer bottle inside and spilling it over the floor. Prussia's hand had shot out like lightening, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him out of his chair and into the others face.

"Don't you fucking dare, West", he hissed, red eyes glinting with a rage Germany had never seen before. Germany swallowed thickly, averting his eyes, which were promptly attached back to Gilbert's face as his head was turned back again. "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Again. You don't know the hell I went through over there, so don't fucking try to understand, got it?" Ludwig blinked in response, scared of his brother for the first time in his life. His face held more than hatred, it held an emotion he never thought could be directed as his precious bruderlein.

Prussia threw him back into the chair, trembling, and stormed out, shoving a flustered Lilli to the side. All through the day he couldn't get that sight out of his mind. He knew talking about Russia was a sensitive subject for Prussia, but he was only teasing, and since when did he get mad about it? Of course, he hadn't seen him for a while, so his demeanor had changed since then.

"Stupid West, talking about that bastard", Prussia grumbled, kicking at some rocks on his way home. He got in, flopped on the couch, and stayed there, fuming over those simple words. They had brought back memories, ones that he wished he would never have to reveal to anyone, especially his little brother. It took him a while to calm down, willing himself to think of happier things. Once he finally did, and his brain was occupied with flying Gilbirds and what it would feel like to have a tail, Ludwig had come inside.

"Well, well, well...look who it is", Gilbert purred laconically, stretching his arms over his face. Ludwig stopped in his tracks, then started again, choosing to ignore his brother to keep himself safe. "Hey! I asked you a fucking question, dip shit. I expect you to answer!"

"You didn't ask me a question, Gilbert. You merely commented on my arrival."

"So? Same difference, really." He yawned loudly and scratched his butt, Germany wincing at the crude action. "Well, how was work, bro?"

Germany raised an eyebrow. The change in Gilbert's attitude was a quick one, going from furious to laid back and relaxed in just a few hours. "Fine..." he answered cautiously, placing his briefcase on the floor and taking his coat off. They stood in terse silence for a while, Gilbert fiddling with a stray thread on his shirt. Finally he spoke up.

"So, uh..how's that Italy guy doing? He visited you today?"

"Nein. He's a bother when I work. I asked him to stay away."

"Did it work?" he asked, sitting up a bit, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, hands draped between his legs.

"For a few days, ja. But after that he just kept coming in, so I locked my door. I asked my secretary to direct him to another room if he comes in."

"Secretary?" Prussia perked up at the word. "Is she hot?"

"Unless you find balding fifty two year old men with body odor hot, then yes, the epitome of good looks." Sarcasm was dripping off his tongue as he answered, rolling his eyes. "Really, Gilbert, why must it always be about sex with you?"

"It's not always about sex! Sometimes it's about blowjobs, or handjobs. That's not sex, is it?" Ludwig sighed, marking the argument as pointless. He walked into his bedroom, changing from his work clothing into his sweats and tank, coming back out to start dinner.

"Oi, West!" Ludwig stopped, turning around to meet his brother's very close eyes. "Why'd you say what you said? Back at your office?"

He knew this was coming, and he had his answer ready. "I wasn't thinking at the time. I didn't know it would affect you that deeply bruder. I am sorry."

"Wouldn't affect me? Are you fucking serious West?" He looked up to see a rather irritated Prussia. "I spent over twenty years in that fuckhole and you decide it's okay to joke about it? Jesus, you have a long way to go in the world." He decided not to get angry again, seeing as it didn't really get him anywhere. Ludwig only looked at him, silently thanking him for his less than exuberant response. "You gotta learn some tact when you talk to your superiors."

"Superiors?" Ludwig scoffed. "You're hardly my superior, brother."

"Like hell I'm not! I'm what? Four, five years older than you?"

"Yes, but-"

"And you're only twenty years old! If you were a human, you'd be begging me to take you under my wing, you'd be just out of college and needed some guidance in the world!"

"I've been twenty years old for about one hundred and six, you forget that."

"Psh, I did not! I've been twenty five for way longer than you! I've got more experience than you, and therefore, I am your superior." Germany could tell this argument was getting nowhere, fast, so he decided to just agree.

"Fine, you are my superior."

"And what's more, I- wait, what?"

"I said, fine, you are my superior." With a wide grin, Prussia glomped him, awarding him a much unappreciated noogie.

"So you finally understand, huh?" he laughed out, holding a struggling Ludwig in a choke hold at the crook of his elbow. In flooded the memories of when this was a usual occurrence at home, when Gil would tease him or noogie him or pick him up and twirl him in the air. It was times like these he greatly appreciated his strength, using it to pry himself out.

"If you don't mind, I have to make dinner, bruder."

"What? Oh yeah! The awesome me needs food!" Germany sighed.

"Could you please help for once?"

"Tch, hell no! I don't cook, I'm too cool for that shit."

"We must all work for what we desire in life, bruder, never forget that."

Prussia rolled his eyes. "I told you that ages ago, don't think you can just turn it around and expect me not to remember."

"Do you want dinner?"

"Hell yeah! That's what I've been saying!"

"Either you help me, or I won't cook." Prussia ran this through his mind with a frown, debating whether he would risk burning the house down when he cooked by himself, or suck it up and help his brother with the cooking.

The two sat in front of the fire, sated and full after the meal. They each had their beers out, Germany's more emptier than Prussia's, swigging it every few minutes. The dull drone of the television could be heard, set to the only channel the two could agree on. Soccer.

They had long since stopped watching, Gil had turned down the sound when teams changed. Silently they drank, Germany soon becoming finished with his second beer even before Gil had finished his first.

"Hey, slow down there, buddy. I don't want to have to drag you to your room." Germany listened to his soft voice, barely recognizing the teasing tone it contained.

"Ya can't drag me...'m too heavy" he drawled, eyes bloodshot.

Prussia dragged Germany's lolling head onto his lap, stroking the hair slowly, another thing he did when Germany was younger. "I was kidding, dummkopf" he whispered, those drunken eyes closing tiredly. He gazed lovingly into that sweet, innocent face, watching it slowly fall asleep.

"Nacht, mein kleine engel."