A/N: I think you guys might like this chapter. Hopefully at least.
Chapter 9
Date: October 20th 1948
"Good morning Bruder!" Ludwig said cheerfully as he entered his brother's room with his eyes closed.
Looking around, one could obviously tell the red-eyed boy had been in here recently, but was no longer. His room was in the exact state he woke up with it in, an organized mess. His books were strewn across the floor, his bed, which hung above an olive couch in a loft, was wrinkled and unmade, and his clothes piled into a mountain on his couch. It all had a very Gilbert-y touch.
Seeing his brother wasn't in the room, he left confused. Wandering downstairs he found his grandfather sitting at the table, reading the paper and eating wurst. "Guten Morgen, Vati...Where's Gil?"
The braided man sighed, "No clue son," he glanced over towards the tall Italian man napping on the couch, "LEO! Where's the boy?" He shouted. The sound startled the brunet from his sleep, off of the soft couch. and on to the cold floor.
"Huh..?" He yawned, sleepily taking in his surroundings, "What the—Drew? What do ya want?" The agitation from being woken clear in his baritone voice.
"Where did your boy run off to this time?"
"Hm...Where did little East go again? Oh yeah, now I remember, he went to one of his friends' houses. Dunno which one though...Can I go back to sleep now?" Drew nodded.
Ludwig smiled, he knew where Gilbert was. Mattie's house. He ran to the door before saying "Vater! I'm going out!" then sprinted as fast as his tiny legs could carry him out the door and down the road.
After a short while of listening to Lovino's ranting, he figured out several things; One, the small Italian's vocabulary had also broadened. Two, he was still taller than the younger child. Three, Father Dante had left with Feliciano, Francis, and the new boy from Scottland, Finnick, to go to an art show in the town just north of this church. And four, the little boy's anger had diminished over the years, but just wanted to mess with him for not bothering to even once contact them until now.
"Lovi~! You still need to say sorry to Gilbo!" Antonio said in a happy voice, "Or do I have to get Francis to help me convince you?" Lovino shuddered, remembering in the past when the blond had to 'convince' him of something else.
"Tch. Sorry you stupid potato, I didn't mean to make you run off back then, but that slap was for not writing. You jerk. We all thought you were dead. Not that I cared, but...It really saddened Fratello. And I don't like that." Lovino sighed, "Anyway, welcome home you bastard."
Ivan let go of Gilbert's arms and pulled him into a bear hug while Arthur let out a groan, "Yeah welcome home, wanker. Not that you're staying long."
To be continued, at reader's digression. xD R&R