The AWESOME PRUSSIA'S Diary

December 12, 1929

I've found that the kid is into a lot more things than just playing piano and training or whatever. It looks like he's completely read up on history, and science, and arithmetic... Every hour, I see him holding a different book in his hand. He takes notes on the damn things. I thought he said he was home-schooled, how is all this stuff even new to him? Is it new to him? Or is he just obsessive? I think he just likes reading. Whatever.

"Actually, I forgot to show you this when you got here." Gilbert said, opening the door.

The younger of the two cautiously peered into the dark and walked inside. Gilbert turned on the light of the dusty garage to reveal his car sitting in the middle.

"Ta-Daaa~!" Gil said, his arms open wide.

"This is your car?" He asked.

"Yeah, its pretty awesome, huh?" Gil said, tapping the hood. "Except... it's broken." He said, his voice dropping slightly. "I've tried finding a mechanic in town to fix it, but they all say they can't." He shrugged. "I would scrap it, but I can't bring myself to, so it just sits here. Lookin' nice."

Ludwig squinted his eyes, taking a couple of paces around it, and Gilbert just stared as the boy analyzed the vehicle.

"Hey, Ludwig, what are you…"

"What was wrong with the car when it stopped working? Do you have any cause as to why it won't work?"

"Uhh, no. I just came in to start driving one day and it wouldn't start."

He nodded. "That it?" He asked.

"Yeah." I sighed. "Let's go upstairs. You know, I'm really feelin' like some of that Franzbrötchen you started making." Gil leaned into the blonde's shoulder and flashed him a cheeky grin, batting his eyelashes.

Ludwig shot him an annoyed, disgusted glare and pushed him off.

"Fine… But don't ever do that again. Ever."

Gilbert laughed sarcastically and reached up to his shoulder. "There's my little brother, looking out for me when I'm in need."

Ludwig groaned and they walked up the stairs together.

In his room, Ludwig carefully ran his index finger across the spines of the books in his bookcase, stopping at the book titled, "Automobiles and Their Inner Mechanisms."

He slipped his fingers around the guide and pulled it from the row of books, and he glanced back at his notes.

I can definitely fix this.