Chapter 2

The albino heard a light scoff behind him, and walked out the door into the blazing summer sun. Gilbert was not prepared for the number the light would do on his head, and silently wished he had persuaded Roddy to let him stay. Of course, he could tell the musician was stubborn, and would probably never let him stay, no matter how much smooth talk was used. Ah, well. Gilbert pulled his flip-phone out from his pocket. When he checked the GPS, he realised he was in Austria! How the hell had had he managed to get to Austria?! He lived in East Germany, for Christ's sake! He had no recollection of taking any kind of transportation, and he still had all his money! Then, it dawned on him. His gottverdamt friends must have shoved him on a random bus as a prank! They were such assholes, and drinking certainly didn't make them any better. Gilbert's little brother was always saying that Gilbert was just as big an ass as them. Gil had to admit, his little bro was right. His little bro was almost always right.

Which is why that was who Gilbert decided to call.

"Hey, West?" He muttered into his phone as he wandered around Roderich's backyard, trying to figure out how to leave.

A deep voice came from the other end. "Ja, bruder?"

"I have no clue where I am."

"Again?"

"Ja."

Gilbert heard a sigh of resignation, followed by the rustling of some papers. Damn military men, always working.

"Not a single clue?"

Gilbert sat down on top of Roderich's dog house. "Well, I'm somewhere in Austria, according to my phone."

Something slammed against a hard surface on his little bruder's end. Gilbert guessed that it was his bruder's head hitting his desk.

"How the hell are you in Austria?!"

"I don't know, okay?! I think Francis and Antonio stuck me on a bus last night!" Gilbert started petting Roddy's dog, seeking comfort while his brother yelled at him.

"Your friends are jerks," Responded West.

"To be fair, we were all pretty drunk."

"I'm not surprised at all, Gilbert. However, I was getting pretty worried."

"Why?"

A door clicked open on the other end. "It's two in the afternoon, bruder."

"What?!" Gilbert thought it was late, but not that late! He was usually home from his drinking nights at one a.m, or at the latest, ten a.m.

Another sigh. "Don't worry, I'm coming to get you."

Gilbert knew he could always count on his brother. "Danke! Do you need a gps location?"

"That would be nice, yes."

Just then, Gilbert heard a woman's voice on the other line.

"Hey, Ludwig! Where are you going?" She said.

The albino heard West sigh again. Geez, that kid sighed a lot. Must be the stress.

"Hello, Tutsia. It's nice to see you," Ludwig replied to the woman.

Ah. It was Tutsia. Gilbert didn't know much about Tutsia, but there were a few things he did know. One, she was a precious bundle of love and sweetness wrapped up in a cinnamon roll. Two, she adored Ludwig. Three, she had recently moved from Lichtenstein to Berlin for a job, and ended up being Ludwig's secretary. Four, she was super young. Somewhere in her teens. Gilbert loved her. He saw her as his little niece. "Tutsia's there?! Tell her I said hi!"

"Gilbert says hi," Ludwig told Tutsia.

"Hi, Gilbert!" Shouted Tutsia. "Hope you're well!"

Gilbert giggled. "Say I said you too!"

Ludwig laughed as well, even if it was only a little. "Gilbert says you too. And speaking of Gilbert, I'm going to pick him up. Do you mind taking care of things here until I get back?"

"No problem, Luds!"

Gilbert snickered. Nobody had called West 'Luds' since maybe the second grade.

"Danke, Tutsia." Ludwig then turned his attention back to Gilbert. "Bruder, I'll be right there. Please send me your location."

"Will-do, West! See you soon!"

"Try not to get in any more trouble, Gilbert."

Gilbert bit his lower lip. "God, I hope I don't."

"Take an active role in preventing trouble. There, that's better," Replied Ludwig.

"Ja, I'll try. Leibe dich, bye!"

"Liebe dich, bruder. Don't die."

Gilbert hung up and gave the adorable dog one last pat before kissing it on the nose and finding the exit from the maze that was Miss Priss' backyard. He didn't know why, but he felt very optimistic about the day ahead of him. He felt like something good would finally happen. But hey, who knows? It was probably just the makings of alcohol poisoning.


To be continued!


Gottverdammt: God-damned
Bruder: Brother
Danke: Thanks
Leibe dich: Love you