Mein kleine Bruder, Heiliges Römisches Reich – a request from Hunter-Re
Nations, human names used
Rated K
"Wazzup, kleine Bruder?!" Gilbert threw himself to the ground, collapsing next to a small child. This 'kleine Bruder' of his had untameable, messy blond hair, and blue eyes that scanned each letter of his favourite book. Black dungarees, a white blouse, long socks and basic black laced shoes had, over the years, become his signature clothes, thus it became easy to spot him.
"Go away," murmured Ludwig, shuffling away from his brother slightly.
Gilbert smirked, propping himself up onto his elbow and watching his brother for a while, not bothering to wipe the ridiculous look off his face. When he didn't get the reaction he'd hoped for, he just rolled onto his back once more, laying in the shade of the oak tree that Ludwig so loved to read under.
"So, are you gonna come eat or something?" questioned the Prussian. "I'm not eating until you do, because I don't fancy cooking twice."
"I'd like to be left alone, danke," replied Ludwig, taking a golden brown leaf that had just landed on his book and blowing it back into the light autumn breeze.
Chuckling, Gilbert sat up and ruffled his little brother's hair. "You're so stubborn, lighten up! Look." He threw an arm around the child's shoulder, using his other hand to indicate the golden field, the trees with radiant red, purple and brown leaves, and their quaint little cottage in the distance. "Look, this is my kingdom. It's all mine…" The Prussian placed both hands on Ludwig's shoulder, gazing into the hazy distance. "And now… it's all yours."
"Ja, I'll let you believe that," grumbled Ludwig, turning the page of his book and ruining his brother's dramatic speech in the process.
"Whatever. Well, I'm going to go make some wurst, so if you want to eat tonight you'd better come in before it goes cold," joked Gilbert, pulling himself up and striding back towards the house.
"Have fun."
With one last smirk at the sarcastic remark, Gilbert bolted back up the field tirelessly; hell, if he could go through years' worth of wars and survive it, running would be like a walk in the park! … Or, should I say, a run in the park…
"Oh, Ludwig," snickered the Prussian, waltzing into the kitchen in fits of breathless laughter. "You are awesome, mein Freund. But…" He took some cold wurst out of the fridge; it rested in his palm for a moment, ice cold against his warm skin, but were soon discarded and left on the kitchen table.
"You don't know who you are, do you…?"
On a shelf just above the oven was a framed picture. It was old, very old, and was more of a portrait than anything. Nonetheless, it portrayed Gilbert, wearing his crusader gear, grinning goofily at the camera, standing next to a serious-looking child with blonde hair hidden by a large black hat. A cloak of the same colour was draped around his shoulders, and a Bible was clutched in his arms.
"Yeah… him… it must be! You remind me too much of him… remember when I first found you, I called you by his name? Yeah. You've just got to be him, Luddy. You have to be."
His crimson eyes suddenly felt extremely cold, and his vision became blurred; unexpectedly, a hot sensation trickled down his cheek like leaking paint. Glancing in the ornate, gold-framed mirror, he saw himself, Gilbert, staring right back at him, tears streaking down his face.
"Mein Gott, you're sexy even when you cry, Gil," laughed Gilbert, smiling smugly at himself as he discarded the tears with his wrist. "Now, let's sprinkle some awesomeness onto this wurst and make it the best thing Ludwig's ever eaten! Hey, I smell some awesome beer coming on to bring some awesome tears to my awesome eyes!"
"How many times must I tell you that your attitude will get you nowhere?" Little Ludwig stood in the doorway, an eyebrow raised, arms folded.
"Ja, ja, you're just like a nagging wife!" mocked Gilbert playfully, taking another piece of wurst and juggling them. "Be grateful it's me making your food, because nothing is more awesome than my food!"
[A/N: Oyus, finally! Anyway, translations;
Heiliges Römisches Reich – Holy Roman Empire
kleine Bruder – little brother
danke – thank you
ja – yes
wurst – a type of German sausage
mein Freund – my friend
mein Gott – my god
Well, that's about it~! Requests, anyone?]