You nibbled on the toast on your plate and looked at Ludwig, who asked you, "Who is your piano teacher anyway?"
You giggled, "Some perfectionist. And he thinks he knows every last bit of information about the piano. His name is Roderich Edelstein [1]." You nibbled some more on the toast, and then added, "He's our age surprisingly…. And he's kinda cute."
Ludwig nearly choked on his orange juice. "Y-you think your piano tutor is cute?"
You shrugged, "I said kinda cute." You looked at the German, "From what I heard, he isn't actually German, but Austrian."
He laughed slightly, "Good luck on getting him to like you," He looked at you, "Austrians are sterner that us Germans are. And if he's a noble, then you might as well give up right now."
You pouted at him, "I don't wanna date him!" You grimaced, "He's too proper for me~."
You heard the door to the kitchen swing open, before hitting the wall and swinging closed once again. Gilbert walked into the room, a frown to be sharpie sketched on his youthful face. You watched him grab a glass, and fill it with the orange juice that was sitting at the table. He didn't say anything as he leaned against the counter and drank nearly the whole glass.
Ludwig watched his brother intently, just in case he decided to do something to you for what you told him the night before. That and the fact that the boy could tell his brother had been drinking.
"The hell are you staring at!" He yelled at you and put the glass down.
You looked down and replied, "I wasn't staring…"
Ludwig looked from his brother, then to you and said, "We should get going if we want to get to there before they get busy." He picked up both your plates and glasses and put them into the sink.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow, "Wohin gehst du mit ihr [2]?" He slurred. Right then, you could tell he had been consuming alcohol.
"Geschäfte [3]." He replied simply.
"Let's go." You mumbled and stood up. You felt uncomfortable in front of Gilbert when he was intoxicated. Ludwig looked at his brother, and nearly pushed him against the counter when the albino's eyes began drifting down your body.
"Common Ludwig." You grabbed his arm and nearly dragged him out of the room.
You slipped your shoes on and grabbed your jacket, "Your brother was drunk?" you laughed slightly.
"Ja [4], he was." Ludwig smiled slightly, "I thought he would have drunk last night, not this morning."
"He drank all the orange juice [5]." You joked.
Ludwig laughed as he pulled the door open and gestured you outside. All the while, Gilbert watched from the cracked kitchen door. He watched you with his brother, how you would actually laugh when around him, how you didn't avoid anything… you never acted that way around him. Maybe you were right. Maybe he was a selfish jerk…
Walking into one of the few shops in Berlin, you automatically scanned through all the dresses. Pink and frilly, frilly and pink was all you saw. Ludwig had been nice enough to help you actually look for a dress, one that would actually suit you.
"Yo, what about this one?" He held up a blue dress.
You raised an eyebrow before taking it and saying, "I'll try it on~."
Skipping your way to the dressing room, you closed the curtain behind you and shedded all your clothes and slipped on the dress. Coming to stop just above your knee, with arms that covered your boney shoulder, you smiled. The blue was so dark; it barely appeared as a blue. Not to mention, it hugged your body quite well.
"You ready Ludwig~?" you asked.
He leaned back on the seat, "Ja, common out."
You opened the curtains and looked at him, donning a goofy smile. "Its not that bad eh?" You laughed, "I didn't think you had style."
"Is that your sister da?" You heard a different accent ask. "She's pretty da~."
Ludwig turned his face to the right and met the bright violet eyes of a male. He was tall, extremely tall and extremely built from what you could see. He had childish features, but he also looked like he could break you in half like a toothpick.
Ludwig shook his head, "Nien [6], she isn't my sister." He lowered his voice a notch so you wouldn't hear, "And she really is."
The man next to him smiled and looked at you. "I'm Ivan Braginski, and if you don't mind me asking, but what are you to that girl?" He asked Ludwig.
"You're Russian then?" He looked at you, "She's my best friend, though I honestly wish we were more than that."
"Da[7] I am. I would want to be more with her if I were you also."
You didn't hear anything as you looked at yourself in the mirror again and observed yourself. Ludwig couldn't stop himself from looking over you a few times. Usually, you were covered by baggy clothes that never showed off the figure that you truly had. The Russian next to him couldn't help himself from doing so either, even if he didn't know your name.
"Ludwig, tell me what you honestly think about this one!" You said and showed him the dress he picked out for you again. "I mean, it hugs so much, I don't wanna look like a tramp~."
Ivan's mouth opened, "you didn't tell me she was not German." He whispered to him. "She's all the more desirable now."
Ludwig blushed before answering you, "I think its fine Emma, and no it doesn't hug THAT much and you don't look like a tramp." He looked over at Ivan. "She isn't, she's from America."
"If I may, can I go speak to her?" He asked Ludwig.
The German looked at you the back to Ivan. He nodded hesitantly. Giggling, Ivan made his way towards you. "Hello~." He said. "That dress is pretty da~."
You looked at him and blushed, "T-thank you."
"Sunflower, you should get that dress! It doesn't matter the occasion, it fits you perfectly."
You blushed at the nickname he gave you and looked at yourself in the mirror once more. "I think I will get it." You proclaimed.
The boy smiled, "Yay!"
You smiled slightly before walking back into the dressing room, closing the curtains and putting your normal clothes back on, and the dress back onto the hanger.
Walking out, Ludwig was right there, but the Russian wasn't in sight. "He told me to tell you that he had to go to his sisters, and that his sorry he couldn't stay."
You smiled slightly, "He seemed nice~."
Ludwig only nodded, "Are you getting that one?" He pointed towards the dress.
You nodded, "Yah, it's perfect. Thank you for finding it Ludwig~!" You hugged him slightly.
He blushed, "I-it was really no problem."
He looked at you again, and couldn't help but smile. Back into the baggy clothes you always wore, he couldn't wait for the night of recital, for he could see you in that perfect dress once again. And of course he wouldn't tell you that you looked totally bangin' in the dress, even if he was your best friend, and you were his.
1-GUESS WHO! :D
2-Where are you going with her?
3-Shops.
4-Yes
5-Okay, this is actually really funny to mee 'cause my brother likes to drink and he came home drunk once and he drank ALL OF THE ORANGE JUICE! It would have been okay if my mum bought it, but no. I bought it with my own money… and he drank it all... R.I.P Orange Juice.x.X
6-No.
7-Yes.