Author's Note: Someone from The Muse Bunny gave me the idea for this chapter.

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Chapter 18: Gilbert's Drunken Adventure

The day was January 18, Gilbert and Ludwig's birthday. Gilbert, after sleeping late, bounded down the stairs of the Beilschmidt house, jumping off the third-to-last step and making Elise drop a plastic bowl of pancake batter.

"Gilbert, don't do that!" Elise said, still getting over the shock of her oldest son scaring her like that.

"Sorry, Mom," said Gilbert. He then went to the living room, where Ludwig, Roderich, Elizabeta and Hannah were watching some kids' show on TV. Gilbert went up behind Roderich and put his hands over the man's eyes.

"Guess who," said Gilbert.

"Stop it, Gilbert," Roderich said irritably.

"CORRECT!" Gilbert exclaimed in Roderich's ear, making the poor man cringe while covering his ears.

"Will you please not yell in my ears?" Roderich asked.

"Oh, Gilbert, I thought you'd still be asleep," said Elizabeta, actually surprised that Gilbert was up at 10:00 in the morning.

"Guess what today iiiiiiiiiiiiis," Gilbert said.

"I know, I know!" Hannah said, raising her little hand excitedly while jumping up and down. "It's Gilbo and Lui's birfday." (Hannah couldn't pronounce her -th sounds just yet.) "Right?"

"That's right, Hannah," said Gilbert.

"So, Gilbo, how old are you now?" Roderich asked sarcastically. "5, 10, 12?" Elizabeta laughed a little at her husband's remark.

"No, stupid, I'm 21," Gilbert said in an irritated voice. He really didn't need his cousin's sarcastic remarks on his birthday. His 21st birthday, especially.

"You're 21?" said Hannah. "You're OLD, Gilbo." The little girl then looked up at Ludwig and said, "Isn't Gilbo old, Lui?"

"Yeah, he is old," Ludwig said and laughed.

"Oh, ha-ha, very funny, LuLu," Gilbert said sarcastically. "And you're still a baby, baby bwother." Gilbert then grabbed Ludwig and gave him a noogie.

"Stop it, GilGil!" Ludwig complained.

"No way, wittle baby!" Gilbert said and laughed.

"Well, happy birthday, Gilbo, but could you please take your antics elsewhere?" said Roderich.

"Fine, you aristocrat dumbass," Gilbert mumbled. He then walked away from the people in the living room.

"I heard that," Roderich called. "And, for the last time, moron, I'm not an aristocrat."

That night, after Gilbert had his birthday dinner with his family and friends, he, Francis and Antonio went out to a bar to continue celebrating.

"Hey, man, another three more over here!" Gilbert called to the bartender.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" the bartender asked.

"Hey, it's my birthday, don't tell me what to do," Gilbert said back.

The bartender just shrugged and walked away, muttering about "rowdy troublemakers who think they own the bar".

"That dumb Roderich," Gilbert said, his words starting to slur now. "He's so *hic* stupid, am I right?"

"Yeah, amigo," said Antonio as he put an arm around Gilbert.

"Oui, mes amis," said a now drunk Francis. He, too, put an arm around Gilbert.

"THE BAD FRIENDS TRIO WILL LIVE FOREVERRRRRRRR!" Gilbert shouted. He, Antonio and Francis clanged their glasses together, drank and laughed drunkenly.

"You know, Gilbo," said Francis. "Your *hic* cousin doesn't know what *hic* he's missing from the Master of L'Amour."

"Shaddup, Francis," said Gilbert, still drunk.

After drinking, Gilbert called the house.

"Hello?" said a very tired Ludwig.

"Heyyyyyyyyy, West," Gilbert said drunkenly and cheerfully.

"Oh, it's you, Gilbo," said Ludwig. "What do you want?"

"Can you drive me and my friends home?" asked Gilbert.

"Gilbert, you know I have school tomorrow morning, and you have to leave to go back to college tomorrow," Ludwig said in an exasperated voice.

"Aw, come on, little bro," Gilbert whined. "Please?"

Ludwig sighed. "Oh, alright, fine," he said. "Where are you?"

"The Rockslide," said Gilbert.

"Okay, I'm coming," said Ludwig, and then hung up.

Later, Ludwig showed up in front of the Rockslide and motioned for the Bad Friends Trio to get inside. Francis and Antonio stumbled in on their own, but Ludwig had to pick his older brother up off the ground and carry him and put him in the front seat of the car.

Just as Ludwig was driving back home, Gilbert said, "Alright, little bro, stop the car."

"Hell no," said Ludwig.

"Stop the car now!" Gilbert shouted, which made Ludwig stop. Gilbert then pushed Ludwig out of the driver seat, got in, and strapped Ludwig in the front passenger seat.

"Okay, guys," Gilbert said to Francis, Antonio and Ludwig. "Ready?"

"Yeah!" Francis and Antonio said excitedly.

"Alrighty, let's go!" Gilbert shouted as he started the car and sped off on a joyride.

"Noooooooooo!" yelled a scared Ludwig as Gilbert sped down a dirt road outside of town.

"Wooooooooo-hoooooooooooo!" Gilbert, Antonio and Francis yelled at the top of their lungs.

Ludwig, who was still scared, finally got up the courage to yell at his drunken brother. "Okay, stop it right now!" he yelled at the trio.

Gilbert stopped, and he and his friends turned and started at the teen in surprise.

"I'm taking us all back home this instant," Ludwig said firmly as he undid the seat belt in the front passenger seat, pushed Gilbert out of the driver seat and strapped him in the passenger seat, got in the driver seat and drove back home.

"Weeeeeeeeest," Gilbert whined as he clung to his little brother, "you're no fuuuuuuuun."

"Shut up, Gilbert," Ludwig said. He then dropped Francis and Antonio off at the Vargas house and drove back to the Beilschmidt house.

Ludwig pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, got Gilbert out of the car, put Gilbert on his back, and went into the house.

"Good, he's asleep now," he mumbled as he put his brother (who was now sucking his thumb like a little kid) to bed.

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