My Roommate is in the dark, maybe?:

"Grow some balls and just do it!" Gilbert yelled at him from the bathroom while Ludwig was finishing their 'family' dinner. When his brother came sashaying into the kitchen, that signature smirk on his face, Ludwig raised a brow.

"Did you wash your hands?" he asked.

Gilbert paused in the hallway, blinked, sighed and turned back around. Ludwig set the table while is brother practiced personal hygiene. When the food was distributed, Gilbert emerged; hands still wet and plopped down in his designated chair. He grabbed his beer first and pointed it at his bother, "Don't try to change the subject."

"I'm not changing anything,' Ludwig assured with a sigh, "Don't you think it's a bit rash to show up at someone's house, uninvited?"

The albino rolled his eyes, "It's Valentine's Day. Girls love that mysterious romantic crap. And Felicia shows up uninvited all the time, so you can't use that as an excuse. Brings some flowers, plan a date and woo the shit out of her. I want some damn grandchildren already."

"I'm," Ludwig looked down at his wurst, "I'm not good with those things."

Gilbert slammed his hands on the table causing Ludwig to look up. He as grinning, a sign that Ludwig knew usually meant some idiotic idea that could possible involve the police, "That's why the awesome me is helping you! I did a shit load of research last night and everything."

Ludwig casted him a wayward glance, "No. Whatever it is, no."

Of course, his request hardly stopped Gilbert's enthusiastic explanation "I watched this romance movie, because I'm awesome enough to do that and not end up like Roderick. Anyways, take Felicia to an Italian restaurant. Have a guy play some romantic Italian music, you guys share a plate of spaghetti and end up kissing because you're eating the same noodle."

There were several things that didn't add up with this theory. But trying to explain that to Gilbert was like trying to explain calculus to a two-year old: they'll get bored or distracted.

Ludwig sighed and picked at his food, "I don't think that would work."

"Ask An'na than," Gilbert suggested, "I bet she would approve of my awesome plan. Where is she anyway?"

"She's at work," Ludwig twirled his fork suddenly nervous, "And I haven't exactly told her about Felicia yet."

"Pff, you don't have too! A blind man, blindfolded with the lights off standing five meters away could tell that you swoon every time Felicia comes around. I'm sure she figured it out already."

Ludwig was going to explain how that statement made no sense (blind men didn't need a blindfold!) but ate his food instead. He could be right, she probably does know already.


A/N:Gilbert Beilschmidt, romance extraordinaire. If you are need a way to serenade and sweep your leading lady off of her feet, he will find the perfect Disney/Pixar movie that suits your romantic needs! Woop woop, we've reached chapter 50! Well, I can say we have passed the halfway point and this baby is winding down. The question, what the heck will happen now? Will Ludwig profess his love to Felicia on Valentines day? Will An'na stop him? Will he stop himself? Should Gilbert be allowed to give romance advice? Find out next time on MR&M!

-CeCe ^_^