"Gut Morgen Bruder!" Ludwig watched the duvet on his pull out sofa bed twitch as his older brother slowly came back into consciousness. Just from the smell of the room he could tell Gilbert had drunk himself to sleep again.

"I can tell it's going to be another awesome day already" Gilbert announced, lifting his head up from where he was sprawled. The whites of his eyes were so bloodshot that they matched his milky red pupils.

"Ja, it would be truly an awesome day if you finally got up and did something for once" Ludwig slicked his blonde hair back over his head, "You can't stay here forever Bruder."

Gilbert was all too aware of that fact. Sleeping on his younger brothers pull out wasn't exactly how he planned on spending his late 30's either, but what can you do when your long term girlfriend, who you live with, meets their soulmate? It doesn't help either when it couples with your freelance work suddenly running dry.

"Don't worry you're little head little Bruder. I'm going to hit the town with my CV today and I have a flat viewing lined up this week." He reached up to ruffle the man's neat hair.

Pulling the first pair of jeans he could find on over yesterday's boxers along with a slightly crumpled black tee, he headed out in a rush. After all he didn't fancy another lecture from his brother.

Judging by the lowering sun it was already mid-afternoon. Even in the dim light his head throbbed with a hangover. The strong scent of coffee was all he could think about.

The first place he came across was a packed Starbucks. Che, who would pay good money for that overpriced foam anyway, he thought to himself. Though he knew if it weren't so busy he would happily sipping away at a grande latte right now.

Just a couple of shops down he came across a second, small coffee shop. Eagerness took over observation as he failed to notice the man trying to leave, coffee cups in hand. All he saw was a vivid rush of green as the man crashed to the ground. Hot liquid spilling across the ground, and a small spark of electricity shot up from his wrist. The man's muttered something under his breath. Gilbert was mesmerised; his small soft lips, cheeks flushed and rosey contrasting beautifully with his striking green eyes.

He spoke again, with his soft English accent. Gilbert wasn't really paying any attention as he reached down to pick up a small plastic band from the floor. He stared at the object, then back at the man.

"I can't believe it's you." The words escaped his lips.

The green eyes widened with realisation, the large bushy eyebrows that would only have looked scary on anyone else raising to meet the small tufts of blond hair escaping from his hat.

"Awesome! Finally mein soulmate!" He pulled the man to his feet, "Hey barista, can I get a replacement for these drinks and a double espresso?"

He pulled the bewildered man to sit at a table. He couldn't believe it. His soulmate. Nervously his grinned and looked at the man, his facial expression was something that Gilbert couldn't comprehend. Parting his lips slightly the man raised his hand, pausing. "Sorry mate. This is a mistake. I have someone else."

A mistake?

With that, the man began scooping his remaining takeaway cups from the table. Leaving Gilbert slumped in disbelief. Quickly coming to his senses he scribbled his name and number on a scrap of paper in from pocket.

"Wait!" desperation crept into his voice as he grabbed the man's shoulder, "Please, take this."

Not giving the man a moment to decide he slipped the note into his deep coat pocket. Watching despondently as he slipped out of his grasp. He called after him again, unsure if the man was even listening.

He returned to the counter to retrieve his drinks, the barista awkwardly offered not to charge him for the mocha and tea. "No, I'll pay."

The empty metal can crushed in his grip and fell onto the step below, joining the many others. The explosive laughter left his lungs in an abrasive way, he was already drunk.

"Unawesome!" He announced to the empty street, "The great me, rejected!"

The metallic pop of the next can masked the vibration of the phone in his pocket:

1 unread message, sender unknown.

'This is Arthur Kirkland, your supposed soulmate. I guess I need to apologise and have some explaining to do.'