"So, all you need to do is to distribute the 7, to the numbers inside of the parenthesis." He told you simply.
"O-oh that kinda makes sense." You mumbled and looked at the math on your paper. "S-so like this?" you asked.
He looked over at your paper. "That's right."
You smiled, "I think I'm finally getting this stupid distributive property thing!"
He laughed, "Try doing the other problems without my help."
"I'll try~." You said and got to work on the algebra problems written on your paper.
You nibbled on you bottom lip as you took a side glance at the German next to you. Ever since his brother had been seen in his….kinky attire, Ludwig had been careful of what he was saying to you and what you were seeing in his home. Yes, you were curious, but you were too afraid to ask him about it. You knew he was hiding something, for the fact that he told you never to open his closet or to rummage through his things.
You stared back down at your paper, and completed the finishing problems and asked him, "Can you check them for me?"
"Sure." He said, leaned over and looked at your paper. His thick, but long finger slid across the paper, checking the math neatly written on it. "Right here." He pointed towards a problem. "Because there isn't a second number inside of the parenthesis, you give x the number on the outside. So in this case it would be 4x."
"Oh." You blushed, "that makes sense." You mumbled, erased your mistake and fixed it.
"Other than that problem, you did just fine." He smiled slightly at you before leaning back on his bed. "Once you get used to it, it's easy."
"Thanks for helping me Ludwig." You mumbled leaned down, grabbed you bag, and shoved your math binder into it. "Math makes you tired." You groaned.
He chuckled, "Ja [1] it does." He looked over at you, "do you want to watch a movie?"
You giggled, "Sure."
Man, were you sure glad you had gullible parents. You had told them that you were going to a girl friend's house after school, and spending the night there, but in truth you were spending the night with a very stern German. Yes, it was slightly awkward with you being a girl, and him being a boy, but Ludwig was such a prude you were certain he wouldn't try anything with you.
You snuggled deep within his blankets as he slid in a movie. Sitting next to you, he grabbed the remote off of his night stand. Deep in your mind, you wondered where Gilbert was. You thought that he would be here; annoying his brother, and telling him how stupid it is to have a sleepover with a girl. You couldn't help but smile. Ludwig looked at you then back to the screen and pressed play on the remote. He knew you would be scared during it, which was his plan. He wanted you to snuggle with him, and if a scary movie was the key, then he'd deal with it.
Nearly 30 minutes into the movie, every move made by the protagonist and antagonist had you jumping like crazy. Already, half of the characters had died a gruesome death and the other half where facing death. You attempted to plug your ears, and pull the blanket over your head, but no. Ludwig, having been sitting on the blanket caused your share of the fabric to be too short your reach over your head.
You whimpered and dug yourself into the Germans side. "Oh my god..." you groaned and peeped at the scene on the screen. The killer was holding a girl by the hair, and was cutting her scalp off. You gagged and shoved your face into his side.
"Scared already?" he teased.
"S-shut up damnit." You grumbled. "How are totally not affected by this?"
He laughed, "It's not that bad." He smirked, though you didn't see it. "Need me to hold you?"
You blushed, "That's childish!" you looked at the screen again and nearly screamed as the killer came out of nowhere and sliced a boy in half. "Yes I do!"
He chuckled, deep within his chest, before he pulled you to him and held you close. You breathed in and out slowly, and took in what he smelled like from such closeness. He smelled clean –when doesn't he?- he smelt… like nothing you had ever smelled before. It was indescribable, and all you wanted to do know was pull him towards you more and smell him to your heart's content.
Just then, his brother walked in and began talking, "hallo bruder [2]. Guess where I was? I was with this chick and she could put her feet behind her-"He stopped mid-sentence as he looked up. "Was die fick bruder [3]?"
You looked at Gilbert, and pushed away from the blonde. Blushing you mumbled, "H-hi Gilbert."
He looked at you for a moment before looking back at his brother; he didn't say the next thing in German, which was a mistake. "I told you she was mine. I told you, you could have her, but only for a little. I never thought you would try to have sex with her brother. "
You looked at Ludwig and asked softly to both of them, "So I was just a pawn in your game of girls?"
"N-nein! Maybe to brother you were... but not to me. Ich bin in dich verliebt.[4]" He wanted to shout at his brother for assuming such a thing.
You only caught a few words and didn't really know what he said. But his brother did. "Das ist erbärmlich. Wenn Sie gehen, um ihr zu sagen, sagen Sie ihr, in Englisch Sie Pussy. [5]" gilbert smirked.
"Godammit! Shut up with the damn German! I can't understand a fucking word you're saying!" you yelled at both of them. You looked at gilbert, "Your brother wasn't trying to sex me up for you information, he was protecting me for the scary ass movie okay?" you stared sternly at him.
Instead of feeling threatened, he laughed. "You're scared of a movie like this?" In emphasis, he picked up the case and pointed at it.
You rolled your eyes and looked at Ludwig, "And you! If you have something to tell me, tell me in a language I can understand! Not in your native tongue! It's so unfair!"
Ludwig looked at you, "It was nothing." He smiled slightly, "Just calm down."
"Okay, okay." You mumbled and breathed slowly.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow before laughing, "you're threatened by him, aren't you Emma?"
"N-no I'm not!"
"It seems like it. It's almost like you're a dog and he's your master. All you need is a collar." He smirked at Ludwig.
The blonde grunted. The images that collar statement his brother made caused his pants to feel slightly more tight and for naughty images to race through his head. Damn that brother of his.
1-Yes
2- Hello Brother
3-What the fuck brother?
4-No!... I'm in love with you.
5- That's pathetic. If you're going to tell her, tell her in English you pussy.