Feliciano dumped the contents of the tent bag onto the ground.

"Ve~" he added as an afterthought. He spread the tent out but when he saw the poles be became lost.

"Ludwig! Ludwig hellllp meee! The tent is confusing!" He knew that he often called Ludwig to help him with trivial things, but this was a serious matter. If they didn't have a tent they'd have nowhere to sleep. They'd be too tired to make pasta! This was worse than he'd originally thought…

"LUDWIG!"

Ludwig rushed over, "Ja, what is it. Did you see a bear?"

Feliciano's eyes opened wide, "there are bears here?"

"We're in the woods, what did you expect?"

"I was hoping for rabbits or squirrels…" he trailed off.

Ludwig blinked, "what did you call me for?"

"Oh!" his curl bobbed, "the tent poles confused me."

Ludwig resisted the urge to flatten the flyaway hair on his friend's head, "Alright, let me see."

He reached over and clicked the pieces together of the first pole and stuck it through the loops. Soon enough the tent was standing, pegged down with the fly to protect them from rain.

"Ludwig, you're you smart," Feliciano sighed, "it would've taken me hours to figure that out…"

"It's really no big deal, Feli, why don't you make us some pasta. You make it best," he blushed.

The shorter man brightened up right away, "I'll make tortellini! It'll be ready right away and then we'll eat! It will be delicious! Ve~ pasta."

He flipped open the lid of the first cooler.

"Eh? Ludwig, where is the pasta?"

"Other cooler Feli,"

"Ok!"

His footsteps crinkled over twigs and dry pinecones as he made his way down the forest path. Other campers openly stared at him as he walked by, his white hair, his red eyes. He didn't even notice, being in his own little world of course. He laughed at two squirrels fighting over some type of nut, but then clutched his stomach and groaned. He was so full after eating Feliciano's pasta.

Yet, he found himself being drawn to a new smell... Someone was cooking something delicious, but what? He let his nose lead the way. He rounded a band of trees and saw the source of the new found rumbles in his stomach. The girl cooking had two pigtails and was wearing a red oversized sweater with a big maple leaf on it. She seemed familiar, and she was pretty cute. He stared at her for a couple moments before the smell made him snap out of it. She was flipping the something in a pan.

"Hi,"

She jumped and he grinned.

"Sorry, er, didn't know someone was there," she said turning around, "do I know you from somewhere?"

"Um," he was maybe slightly stunned by her brilliantly purple irises, "possibly…"

She grabbed his hand and shook it, "Madeline."

"Oh, uh, Gilbert. Say um," still staring at her eyes. She was probably feeling weirded out by him. Snap out of it Gil. "What's that you were cooking? I could smell it from the path."

"Oh!" she smiled, "Just pancakes."

"What's a pancake?"

She gasped, "Quick! Sit down."

He sat at her wooden picnic table and she plopped a round, perfectly golden pancake on a plate, drizzling some syrupy liquid on it.

"Maple syrup," she said at his look of bewildered curiosity.

He sniffed it, seemed trustworthy, cut off a piece and put it in his mouth.
His red eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he began to shovel in his pancakes.

"Do you like it?" Madeline managed between laughs. She received an enthusiastic nod as an answer.

"Want some more?" He was already stuffed from earlier, but didn't hesitate for a second. He ended up eating most of the batch!

Don't worry, Madeline got some too. She was now studying Gilberts face while he polished off the last pancake. She couldn't recall where she knew him from but she was pretty sure she'd seen him before. I mean really, he's albino. A little hard to forget. Gilbert could feel his face heat up and hoped that she didn't notice.

A little white bear crawled out of her tent and he stared at it for a moment until, "MADDIE. BEAR. THERE IS A BEAR. What do we do? Sheiße!"

At this point, Madeline flicked his forehead to make him stop yelling and scooped up Kumajiro.

"Sorry Kumacheerio, but you'll have to go find something from the forest because Gil ate all of your pancakes."

Gilbert's breath caught in his throat. After the initial shock of a freaking polar bear coming out of nowhere (even if it was miniature) Madeline was being too cute. He began to cough violently and keeled over.

"Gilbert!" exclaimed Madeline, dropping her bear/pet/thing.

"Oof," said Kumajiro and then lumbered off.

He held up his hand, "Don't worry Maddie, I'm alright," he looked up and grinned at her.

"Thank goodness," she sat back in her seat and relaxed. Gilbert glanced at his watch. As much as he didn't want to leave, he knew he should go back to Ludwig and the little Italian before it got dark.

He stood, "I have to go back to my bruder,"

"Oh," she looked up at him, "alright."

"Would, uh, would you happen to have any plans for tomorrow?"

"No actually," she smiled at him. So cute.

He grinned and waved as he turned around, "See you tomorrow then, Maddie."

A/N: Hurray for chapter two! You knew the pancakes were coming. What's camping without pancakes? Anywho.. Thanks for the reviews, I promise that I was giggling like an idiot while I read them! Hope you liked this one. I would love some thoughts or advice if you have :) As always thanks for taking the time to read my story!