(Sorry for the short chapter and the sucky story…)

A few days had gone by since their latest encounter. Roderich had stormed out, blushing, without even saying goodbye. His own big brother. Künstler didn't quite know what to think, should he be ashamed of himself or his brother?

His creativity had begun to flow again, and he produced paintings, musical notes and scripts rapidly, leaving his crowded sphere smaller than ever.

Out of the blue, a gentle tap on the door. The blonde knew that kind of knocking only was used by Roderich. Vash just barged in. "What does he want?"

Künstler opened the door, and was greeted by a charming smell of dandelions and cologne. Looking up, there was a gentle face belonging to his brother. He'd never seen Roderich blush this much! "Why this all of a sudden! Has big brother joined the art of becoming a florist?" The boy thought, mind caught up in the concept of arts.

"Hello, Kugel. May I come in?"

Künstler nodded, slightly confused. He didn't really like when Roderich called him by the name of his country.

Roderich stepped in, without taking his coat or shoes off. Clearly he wasn't planning to stay. "Too bad." He handed Künstler the flowers, the big bouquet left him looking tiny, cradling it like it was a baby.

"I was just wondering…" His blush was fading. Künstler noticed this and suddenly felt a bit relaxed. "I'm going to Munich with Ludwig, to do some research on a couple of museums." He continued. "Would you like to come with us? I asked Vash as well, but he didn't want to leave his sister behind."

Künstler's face lit up. "Really? Roderich wanted to take him to Munich!"

"So, are you coming?" the older brother asked calmly.

"Of course!"