Bill stared blankly at the woman interviewing them as he listened to the translation in his ear.

"Oh." He said softly as the translator finished speaking. "Yes, I've been doing quite well since I was discharged from the hospital." He nodded, looking over at Tom. Tom and the others looked quite bored, and Bill didn't blame them. Even though David had made them all come on the interview, a majority of the questions had been aimed towards Bill. Bill sighed, wishing the interview was over. He was sick of being in the studio with the audience staring at him.

And he was even sicker of staring at the rather large mole on the interviewer's neck. He felt more as if the mole were staring at him, than him it.

The woman was speaking again, in very rapid Spanish, probably relaying his answer to the audience. She had a translator speaking into her ear as well, so the interview had been going rather slowly.

Bill was relieved as he recognized the words 'thank you' and 'Tokio Hotel'. Thank god, he thought. The interview was finally over. The band smiled and waved at the audience, before a cameraman signaled they were no longer filming. Bill sighed for what seemed the millionth time in the last month, and stood up. They had been there for over half an hour, and the couch was horribly uncomfortable. He stretched his sore limbs, looking around. David had told them they had to sign autographs before they could leave, and he wanted to get it over with.

He finally spotted Saki, and trudged over to him. His exhaustion was finally starting to sink in, now that he was no longer on the tour. Being on the bus with concerts every few nights had worn him out, but had kept him too busy to be properly tired. Now that he had nothing to do, he wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep forever.

But right now, he was still a famous singer who had to go sign autographs. And he had to do it pleasantly, or he'd hear about it from Jost later. Bill straightened his slumped posture, not wanting to look lazy in front of his fans as they walked over to the group of screaming girls. He began signing random things, his band mates doing the same on either side of him.

Ten minutes felt like forever as Bill worked through the line, sighing gratefully as Saki signaled for them to leave. They bid their fans goodbye, before heading off, once more, to the van waiting outside.

Bill was almost surprised to find David sitting in the van waiting for them as they all piled in.

"I know you're all tired, but you're not done. There's a big party tonight, and lots of big names will be there. You'll have a few hours to rest, and then it's off to work again. This party is not for you boys to get drunk and have a good time, you hear?" David glared at each of them in turn, his eyes lingering the longest on Tom.

"Yes, David." Tom teased, as if he'd heard the same speech a thousand times. And, knowing David, he probably had.

"Good." With that, David turned around in his seat, proceeding to talk to the driver.

Bill frowned at the back of David's seat. Great, he got to go schmooze old stars from earlier decades most likely.

"At least there'll be alcohol, right?" Georg piped up from the back seat.

"No, at least it's not until later." Bill said, turning his gaze to the window.

"Oh god, please tell me he's not in a mood." Gustav said, frustrated, from the back seat. Bill huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He was just hoping he'd have a hotel room to sleep in for the rest of the day.

**

"Thank the lord, and all that is good." Bill gushed as he flopped down onto the large hotel room bed. He heard a laugh from the other side of the room, and looked up to see Tom standing in the doorway that connected their rooms. David had been sympathetic, and they had each gotten their own room.

"Tired?"

"Just a bit." Bill laughed, his voice muffled, as his head was pressed into the pillows. The bed shifted as Tom sat down, and Bill rolled onto his back to look at him. "Tomi?"

"Yup?"

"Why do I love you?"

"Duh, because you're my brother." Tom laughed.

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Oh."

"Oh?" Bill looked up at Tom oddly.

"Yes, 'oh'."

"Why 'oh'?"

Tom shrugged.

"Dunno."

"Yes you do."

"Alright, so I do." Tom laughed and Bill frowned.

"So tell me. You said you would."

"Damn, I thought you forgot about that."

Bill shook his head. Tom sighed, looking away for a moment.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Did I understand before?"

"Yes."

"Then maybe I'll understand now." Bill smiled, and Tom couldn't help but smile too.

"We're… Well, we were… More than just brothers." Tom flinched, staring at the wall on the other side of the room. Bill was silent a moment.

"Yeah, I think I picked up on that." He laughed sourly.

"Oh."

"There you are with the 'oh' again. So, how did it happen anyways?"

Tom looked down at him, a soft expression on his face.

"I don't know. It just did. The feelings were always there, but it took us a while to understand them completely." He laughed quietly. "Hell, I don't even completely understand it now."

"It just made sense."

"Yeah. We've always been close, it only made sense that we would be together." Tom shrugged.

"It must have hurt when I woke up and didn't remember you."

Tom nodded, such a small movement Bill wouldn't have noticed, if he hadn't been watching.

"It did."

"It hurt me that I didn't remember you."

Tom looked up, and smiled.

"Anyways, you should sleep. You're tired, we all are." Tom said, standing to leave.

"Tom?"

"Yup."

"I wanna try it."

"Try what?"

"Us."

Tom looked shocked, he just stood there staring.

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do."

Tom knelt down onto the bed and slowly leaned towards Bill, kissing him softly.

"Sleep."

Bill nodded and closed his eyes, smiling as Tom pulled the covers over him.

**

"Get out here! We're supposed to be leaving!"

Bill jumped awake as David's voice came booming through the door. He groaned, remembering the party they had to attend. He stood up, looking around as Tom stepped into the room.

"David's pissed." The guitarist observed, staring at the door.

"Really." Bill rolled his eyes, searching for his pants. He could have sworn he left them on the couch.

"Bathroom."

Bill looked up as Tom pointed at the bathroom door.

"You left them on the bathroom counter."

Bill frowned, going into the bathroom and picking his jeans up off the counter. He shook his head as he pulled them on. What, was he having short term memory loss now too?

"Don't freak out, you were half asleep when you took them off."

"Oh."

"There you are with the 'oh' again." Tom teased, and Bill laughed.

"Whatever."

"Don't 'whatever' me, young man."

Bill looked up to see Tom glaring down at him from the doorway in a very angry motherly way. He snorted, doing up his zipper and shoving past his twin.

"Whatever." He stressed, smirking. After quickly slipping on his boots and fixing his hair and make up, Bill walked out the door into the hallway. He didn't look back as the door swung shut behind him in Tom's face, walking uncaringly down the hall towards where a very put off looking David stood.

"Took you long enough." David spat, glaring up at Bill. For his rather large temper, David was fairly short. Well, short compared to the twins at least. In reality, he was an average sized man.

"Love you too, hun." Bill teased, smiling. David shook his head, turning his attention to Tom.

"I sent you in to hurry him up ten minutes ago."

"No one could get the diva out of his room before his hair and make up were done. No one." Tom said, shrugging. David exhaled slowly, closing his eyes, before turning and storming off down the hall.

"Get the hell downstairs, we're late."

It was then that Bill noticed Georg and Gustav were already in the hall.

"Come on; let's go before he has a conniption." Georg snorted, starting after their manager. The others laughed, following closely behind.

Once down in the main lobby, Bill could hear what sounded like screaming girls.

"Are you serious? Do they always know where we are?" He asked exasperated.

"Pretty much." Gustav shrugged.

Lovely, Bill thought, rolling his eyes. They stepped out into the parking lot, and were met by dozens of screaming girls being held back be several large body guards. They quickly climbed into the car that was waiting for them, and only once the car was on the road did Bill relax.

He usually didn't mind the attention, he thrived on it in fact, but it was starting to wear him down. The fans and the screaming girls were all good and well, but only for a time.

Bill looked up, surprised, as they stopped in front of the club. A lot more time had passed than he'd realized. They quickly jumped out of the car, walking quickly into the club as Jost hurried them along. It wasn't long after they entered the club before they were recognized. Even through all the flashing lights and the blasting music, people were rushing over to talk to them.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Tom growled. Bill looked around, not sure who his brother was referring to.

"Who?"

"Bushido."