Gilbert sighed as he wandered around the supermarket. He was wary of being caught by Alfred or anyone who could contact the American without him noticing but he needed supplies. The basket he was carrying was overflowing with items.
Sighing again he paid. The shop was almost empty so it didn't take long before he was moving towards the exit, heavily laden down with shopping bags.
He let out a yelp of pain and surprise as something small and hard impacted with the small of his back. Looking down he frowned, seeing a fresh, green apple bouncing slightly a short distance away from him. He frowned deeper and looked around, ducking as a second piece of fruit was thrown at his head. It was at that moment he caught sight of his attacker and his blood ran cold. Alfred was by the stand of apples, a ready supply of ammunition for his assault on the man who had hurt his brother.
Gilbert ducked the next projectile, turning and starting to run, feeling the ripe fruit bombarding his back. One of the bags he was carrying ripped and he scrambled to collect the contents as well as protect himself from the constant onslaught.
He got to his feet and started to move again, yelping as another apple hit him in the back of the head and once again caused him to drop his items with a faint growl. As he scrambled to pick it up a shadow fell over him, he looked up and his deep red eyes met Alfred's angry blue ones. The American was holding one of the trays of apples, having taken it so he could more effectively continue his attack on Gilbert.
"Alfred... look I-"
"Save it," Alfred snarled, cutting off whatever Gilbert was going to say, "I don't give a damn about anything that might come out of your mouth. You have nothing to say to me. You tried to kill my brother you pathetic, worthless, little cretin! You're a bastard. You hurt him. You hurt him, you bastard!"
His eyes blazing like blue fire, Alfred took aim and once again started to pelt Gilbert with the fruit. The German man scrambled to his feet, his shopping clutched in his arms as he turned and ran from the shop, limping slightly and bruises already starting to form on his pale skin. He let out a faint sigh of relief as he heard a shop assistant stop Alfred. He skidded to a halt only when he reached Ludwig's house and bashed on the door, aching and out of breath.
Ludwig said nothing as he allowed his older brother into the house and listened to his rambling as he explained what had happened. In fact the first thing he said was when he'd put everything Gilbert had bought into a cupboard he kept aside for him.
"Gilbert, why have you only bought items which include maple?" He could swear he saw his brother blush.
"Th-They're for Birdie... to try to say sorry..." he mumbled, looking away.
Ludwig watched him for a moment before nodding, "Go and sleep, Gilbert. You look like you could do with a decent rest."
Unnaturally quiet, Gilbert just nodded as he stood up and went down into the basement. He slumped down on the bed still fully clothed and was asleep almost immediately.
Author's Notes: This is the chapter I was most looking forward to writing. And rightly so, it was a lot of fun! So Gilbert has now felt the wrath of Alfred - in the form of fruit. I had the idea for this pretty early on and just had to include it. Hope you enjoyed and I will try to update on time (yeah, like that's ever going to happen!)