"Shh..." I murmured as I pulled Ludwig by the hand as we headed upstairs to sneak my big brother some food.

If Dad found out, we could be in big trouble.

Luddy looked really uncomfortable with our mission; Lovi might have accidentally or may be intentionally offended our new and very lovable brother.

I carefully guided Luddy to Lovi and I guess- my room.

I hummed a small tune under my breath as I skipped silently like a ninja up the stairs with my faithful and powerful partner.

Partner had a funny ring to it, just like life partner or romantic partner.

Does Luddy like romance novels and movies too?
I'll have to ask him when our mission is over.

I nervously entered my older brother's room in fear of his current mood.

He lay curled up in a tight ball on his bed as his stomach grumbled.

Lovi was hungry!

"Time for dinner, Lovi." I giggled as I tried not to be too loud.

"Thank you." Every sound in those two, little, English words were emphasized as if he was showing his utter disgust with the world through them, but at the same time, he was starving, and eager for a delicious, Italian dinner.

Daddy makes good food; does our new, German Daddy cook too?

Will we get to try German food?

I'm so excited!

"How did you not get caught?" Lovino grumbled.

"That's easy! Now, I have Luddy has my new, German bodyguard! He protects me as I am his damsel in distress." I sighed giddily and romantically as I thought about how awesome Ludwig would be as a bodyguard protecting a princess in need of saving.

Lovino rolled his eyes, "That would be a romantic thought, and you are not marrying, our German stepbrother!"

I giggled, "But he's like you! He is my second or may be third brother! Why would I marry a brother of mine no matter how special he makes me feel?"

Lovi looked concerned about something I said.

"We are talking later." Lovi pointed out.

I pouted; did that mean tonight before bed?

"Luddy, have you seen the rest of the house, and the garden yet?" I asked my new brother, excitedly.

"Nein." He murmured surprisingly softly; how did his deep voice sound so quite and beautiful?
"Okay. Do you like romance books, and movies like I do?" I asked him as I gave him the grand tour of our home.

"Not really." He mumbled, and looked away from me; his hand loosened on mine, and his face turned a pretty red at the same time as he looked away.

"Oh, I have some good ones that might change your mind," I challenged him with a teasing glint in my eyes.