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A/N: Wahh chapter 2 now c:

Chapter 2

~Hungary~

I ran with Gilbert through the pouring rain to where I was assuming was his house. Visibility must have been 20 feet at most due to how heavy the downfall was. I should have said something when the front was only visible. I can feel the cough trying to make it's way out of my throat and I try to suppress it. I probably got off on a bad start with this Gilbert kid. I lied to him about my not liking the Edelsteins. I guess it's okay that I told him my alias of Daniel. But I am going to have to make sure Roderich and Gilbert are never in the same room as me.

I could see a small white building surrounded by barely visible large, lush-green, swaying trees. But my observation stopped short when I started to cough.

"You ok, Daniel?" Gilbert half shouted to me from a couple feet ahead, "We're almost there."

I stumbled and the few more steps I needed to take and I kept thinking to myself 'Stop coughing already, it hurts against my corset!' Gilbert opened the door and ran in ushering me inside.

"Ludwig! I have somebody for you to meet!"

A small Aryan child came walking in from another room. He looked rather worryingly at Gilbert and then me. He was probably trying to think of why I would be coughing so much. If I remember correctly Gilbert said his brother's name is Ludwig. They look nothing alike considering Gilbert appears as if he is an albino. Ludwig looked at me then back at Gilbert and said, "Gil, why would you come all the way home from the market in a storm like this?"

Gilbert replied, "Because I am awesome! Now hush and lemme introduce you to the Hungarian boy who lives with Roddy."

"Ludwig, Daniel; Daniel, Ludwig."

I waved slightly at Ludwig, coughed some more, and he just stared. After a while he said, "Would you like to change your clothes? I'm sure Gilbert has more than enough to lend you some for a while." Then he glared at Gilbert with a look that blatantly said 'do it now to be polite because you never are.' Gilbert then and turned to me and said, "So, Daniel, why don't I go get you something dry while you make yourself at home. Ludwig, how about you start a fire to hang the wet stuff next to... I'll be back momentarily," then walked hurriedly out of the hall.

I decided to ask between coughs, "How old are you, Ludwig?"

"Eleven."

"That's nice... I'm eighteen. Well, almost eighteen. I'm still seventeen."

Ludwig showed me to a room with a couch against a wall with a large window. There was also an ald looking rocking chair next to a small stone fireplace. In the opposite corner there was a little table with a small radio on it with a wall telephone above it.

"Um, where can I set my bag," I asked to break the silence.

"On the kitchen table in that room," Ludwig pointed to a doorway on the other side of the small room.

I walked into the kitchen leaving a trail of puddles behind me. "Oh, oops, I'm sorry I should have taken my boots off."

"That's okay. Just put them right here"

I walked over and sat down next to him where he indicated. It is so damned hard to take wet boots off. When I was done removing them I stood up and made my way back to their kitchen and put my small bag of stuff on the little circular white table. The kitchen was kinda cute in a way. Pale yellow walls, off white cabinets above the L shaped counter set-up. The floor near the back door looked like it needed to be scoured intensely but at the same time it added to the kitchen's charm.

I heard Gilbert come from the other end of the house calling for me, so I walked out into the living area. He and his brother exchanged a few words I couldn't hear. It also seems my coughing has stopped. For now.

"Here... you can change in my room over there. Bring your wet stuff to Lud and he'll hang 'em up so they dry."

"Where exactly is your room, Gilbert?"

"Oh, uhhh. This way..." He started walking out into the little hall connecting his small foyer with the living room. I followed him and he opened a door on the far end of the foyer. "There you go. 'Kay imma be out here."

I entered his room and noticed it had a large Prussian flag hanging on the wall next to his bed. He had a rather large bed for his room. The walking space wasn't cramped, but it wasn't spacious either. I tried to shrug off my wet clothes and they just stuck to me then wadded up in places that made the task more difficult. Once I finally got off my over shirt and I moved on to the next layer. Now what in the name of all things living am I supposed to do about my corset. It's wet but there is no fucking way I am going to ask them to dry it. To hell with it. I'm just gonna keep it on.

After a tying it a little tighter over my chest I just stood there to kinda breathe. As I was standing there I heard a "pyo pyo" coming from a box on a shelf. I put Gilbert's dry shirt on and hastily changed my pants. I walked over and opened the lid then a little yellow bird hopped out.

"Te kis anya baszik! Get over here!" I exclaimed in a hushed tone in hope of Gilbert not hearing.

The bird fluttered down to the floor before I could grab it. I dropped to the ground and started crawling after it. That little rohadék was fast! It went between my legs and towards the door so I chased after it. I heard foot steps out in the foyer and I almost freaked out. The door opened and Gilbert stepped in and started laughing.

I froze. "I... It- I heard a noise and so I checked the box and it hopped out."

"Pfft Gilbird you little Scheisse. I'm sorry, Daniel, are you ok?" He said between laughs.

I rose from the floor and said, "I'm fine, thank you." I turned to pick up my wet clothes and when I rose again said Gilbird was on top of Gilbert's head. "Gilbert, what exactly are you doing with a bird in a shoebox on your shelf?"

"I found him," he started, "and I plan on keeping him as a pet"

"Do you need a cage for him? So he has an actual semi-habitat to live in," I asked, "Roderich has an old one he won't be using."

"You know what, that won't be too bad. Ja, bring it over some time."

I nodded in response. We walked back out into the living room. I hung my damp clothes on the cage deal they had around part of the fireplace. There was still a loud cascading noise on the roof so I presumed it was still raining. A flash and a roll of thunder came coincidentally after my thought as to confirm it was still storming. Oh shit how late was it.

"Gilbert, does your telephone work?"

"Ja, do you need to call Roddy or something?"

"Yes, actually, may I use it?"

"Go ahead. Sometimes it sounds choppy in storms like this but it still goes through."

I walked over and used the rotary phone to dial the Edelstein's number. I waited for someone to pick up. It went through and then Roderich answered, "Hallo, hier ist Roderich Edelstein."

"Hi, Roderich. I should have called you earlier to tell you where I was-" I was cut off.

"Elizabeta! My parents and I are worried about you! Where are you now? I can send someone to get you."

"Do you know Gilbert and Ludwig?" I said changing the subject.

"Oh," he let out a sigh, "the Beilshmidts... I suppose you're okay. Stay there until the storm is over if you wish. If you need someone to get you, just call."

"Thank you, Roderich. I will see you tomorrow then." I hung up directly after he said "farewell."

I faced Gilbert and said, "I, ummm...I hope it's ok that I just told Rodreich I was staying here for the night." Gilbert just looked at me in a quizzical way and then inquired, "Are you and Roddy... like..." he raised an eyebrow. I flushed a color of red I didn't even think was possible.

"What?! No! I told you I was just living there!" I lied.

"Ok, what ever you say," he said in a mocking tone.

I quickly turned around and looked out the window to occupy myself. Damned summer rainstorms are always nasty. High winds, heavy rain, tons of lightning, loud thunder. And they either last forever and cause normal results or are really short and have devastating results. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard Gilbert say something.

"What's it that you said?"

"Do you want some food? If my stuff didn't get soaked all the way through I should have some food."

I watched him walk into the little kitchen and rummage through the cloth sack he had brought with him. "I have bread..." he rummaged around some more, "I also bought apples, and crackers along with other miscellaneous unperishable items."

I grabbed an apple and bit into it. Then Gilbert yelled, "LUD GET YOUR HINTERTEIL IN HERE AND EAT SOMETHING!"

"Ja, bruder one minute..."

I sat down in one of the four chairs at the table and ate my apple in silence until Gilbert started mumbling unintelligible things about Gilbird. Ludwig walked in and grabbed a potato then walked out. I just stared in a mix of amazement and confusion then figure he would be fine. He was German right?

After I was done feasting on my apple I looked around for a waste bin but saw nothing. "Gilbert, where do I put this?"

"Oh uh.. throw it out the window."

"What?"

Gilbert walked over to the one window in the kitchen and opened it. He grabbed my apple then chucked it out into the rain. He looked out for a moment as if he was searching for something.

"Aw sheisse I left the dogs out."

Oh great, wet dog. "How many dogs do you have?"

"Three. Aster, is the girl, and then Berlitz and Blackie are mein boys," he said, "I'll just leave 'em out until the rain stops and let them inside in the morning. They'll end up leaving mud trails either way. If I let them in tomorrow they won't be as wet, am I right?"

I nodded in agreement. "I had a few dogs when I was little. I named them all names of Romanian cities to show this bastard Romanian where his place really was. He would pick fights with me all the time when we were younger." I started to laugh and then quickly remembered to lower my voice when I talked. When I get too excited, sometimes my voice rises. "Pffft," I tried to stop laughing, "When I was eleven I broke his arm."

Gilbert had a completely dazed look on his face. Oops, I might have scared him. "You broke a kid's arm when you were eleven?! That is like, totally awesome!"

I smiled. I never have these types of conversations with anyone at the Edelstein's. I have been a very quiet person with them my entire life except when we were young. Usually I am very loud and boisterous. It's good to get loud every once and a while, I think. I will have to come back to Gilbert's sometime for sure. It is also probably inevitable that I tell him I am a girl, and that I am in an arranged marriage with Roderich.

"I can make Lud give you his bed for the night or you can sleep on the couch. I mean, that is if you wanna stay or wait out the storm."

"I don't want to trouble you, Gilbert. I can wait," I said with a half smile.

"Ok," he responded.

That night we talked about things on his couch waiting for the storm to pass. Thunder crashing, wind making the house creek. Occasionally I would jump at the thunder and Gilbert would laugh and I would smack him and I'd get all butthurt. I have no idea where Gilbird went... little rohadék... Eventually I did fall asleep even though I really didn't want to.

I awoke later sometime in the morning. Six a.m. maybe? I was leaning against something that felt like a human. Gilbert! I let out a very feminine squeal and sat up quickly. I looked around. The fire was dead, no thunder. I looked out the window and was happy to see the rain had stopped but it was cloudy and probably very muddy. I walked over to the thing my dry clothes were on and gathered them up. I tip toed off to Gilbert's room and changed. I would have changed out there but I don't want the risk of him waking up while I was. I folded up his clothes and set them on his bed. Then I tip toed back out to put my boots on. I stopped and thought for a minute about whether I should put them on outside or not. Gilbert started to stir so I grabbed my boots then left quietly and quickly.

Once I got outside I put my boots on as fast as possible and started heading towards the puddle covered cross road.

A/N: ok super c: please review, but not hate. Constructive criticism is very welcome. I have trouble writing conversations. I do try, though. I literally, in my head, have this whole conversation made of cute sentences with emoticons at the end but that obviously doesn't get me any where cx

(i.e. "le girlbirb le is so kawaii ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'° so I named him gilbrid because ja")

maybe some day for a oneshot crack story I will try to come up with a sane plot and just write exactly what goes through my head emoticons and all even though it looks annoying.

Translations:

Hungarian:

rohadék - bastard/son of a bitch

Te kis anya baszik! - you motherf*cker

German:

Sheiße - shit

Hallo, hier ist Roderich Edelstein. - Hello, this is Roderich Edelstein.

See you bai thanks for reading c: