Author's Note: I will get to Germania eventually, when, I don't know, this chapter maybe. *shrugs*
Gilbert walked home with his hands in his pockets, fingers fondling Valentin's house key. The blonde had asked him to take care of his pets while he was away as well water the plants in Eden's Room. Gilbert smiled at the thought that his boyfriend trusted him enough to take care of his home. He was rarely trusted with doing the dishes at home. That's right, he had to go home tonight. God, he really~ didn't want to do that, but he knew he had to. It was already getting dark, so he sped up his pace a little more, finally reaching his house. The living room and kitchen lights were still on, that meant his father was still up. With a sigh, he opened the door, Ludwig standing up from an arm chair to greet him, their father sitting on the couch, arms crossed and looking thoroughly displeased.
"Welcome home bruder." Ludwig greeted, gesturing to a seat next to his father. "Uh, ja, danke bruder. What's going on? What ever it is, I didn't do it!" Gilbert immediately defended. Ludwig shook his head, "Nein, bruder just sit down." the younger brother assured. Gilbert made a face before complying and sitting down next to his father, though as far away as possible while still on the couch. "Okay, so-" Ludwig began, sitting back down, only to be cut off by his father, "I don't want to do this Ludwig." The youngest boy sighed in near irritation. "Well, you're going to, Vati." he demanded. "Lud, what's going on?" Gilbert asked again, confusion creasing his face. "I've been thinking. Everything you told me a while back is true. Vati was the one lying." Ludwig said, slightly relaxing in the cushy lavender arm chair.
"I told you! Your son believes me!" Gilbert nearly shouted towards his father who just turned his head to glare at him. "Shut up." was his only retort. Gilbert scoffed and relaxed in his spot on the couch, sliding down a little. "Anyways!" Ludwig continued, "I talked with Vati, about this and-"
"Lud, if this little thing here is to get me and Vati to make up and shit, then it's not going to happen. I'm not going get all buddy-buddy with him. Never. I don't want him to love me like he does you, because it's not going to happen, ever. And I don't need it to, he's never been there for me, what makes you think he's going to start? Just 'cause you say so?" Gilbert ranted, glaring at his brother.
Ludwig was silent. That was actually how he was planning it would go. "I wouldn't want to be there for you. You wouldn't deserve it anyway." His father sneered towards his eldest son. "Oh, and here we go! Of course I wouldn't deserve it, because to you, I don't deserve anything!" Gilbert complained, throwing out his arms. "Because you don't!" His father yelled back. "Why? Why aren't I good enough for you?" Gilbert asked the question he'd been wondering for years. "Because! You're too much like her! I cant stand it! You're too much like my Julia!" There was silence as the unexpected answer set in. Even their father was a little shocked at what had just come out of his own mouth. "W-what?" Gil stuttered out.
Aldrich took a deep breath before continuing, "You're…too much like her. It's too much for me. It makes me jealous….I cant have her anymore, and yet, here she is! Only she's you! There's so much of her in you…I figure that if I treat you negatively, I wont have any feelings for you, that I wouldn't have to grieve my Julia every time I look at you. It doesn't work! I still see her in you, It's gotten to the point to where it hurts too much too even think about you, because then I think about her, and it hurts to know I cant have her anymore." he explained, staring down at his hands in his lap, twisting the golden band around his finger, the one he had been wearing for sixteen years even though his bride was long gone. "I was just looking for something or someone to blame. I couldn't get over her death like I should have been able to, I loved her too much. I couldn't let go. You're my son Gilbert, I shouldn't have hurt you. I shouldn't have hurt you."
Gilbert was silent for a moment as the confession and makeshift apology sunk in. I've been holding grudges for too long. He could remember Valentin saying that when Alfred apologized earlier that day. Gilbert thought; his father sliding his face into his hands with a sigh. "I forgive you." there was silence when he said this, his father peeking from his hands to look at his son on the couch a cushion away from him. "I've been holding grudges for too long." Gilbert said with a smirk. Ludwig still sat in the lavender arm chair, the smallest of smiles slipping onto his lips. "Ja?" their father barely whispered. Gilbert nodded, "Ja." The two leaned over the couch cushion separating them and hugged for the first time in years. "Es tut sehr mir leid, Gilbert. Es tut sehr, sehr mir leid." Aldrich whispered into his son's are he hugged him. "Ist es okay, Vati." the boy replied. It felt so wonderful to call this man his father and mean it after so long.
Both Gilbert and his father were emotionally worn from the recent events. They're Germans, feeling are hard to convey for them. The family of three went to bed early that night. Vati was happy that he didn't have to keep that in anymore, and that he didn't have to hurt his son any longer. Gilbert was happy that he was going to be treated like a son and not a hated stranger. And Ludwig was happy that neither his brother or his father were going to fight anymore. All was good in the Beilschmidt house.
Author's Note: Okay, I know this short, but you guys wanted to know about his dad and their relationship, so here. It wasn't supposed to go like this, but it did. Have fun with it! Hoped you liked it, if it's not cheesy. Review!
Translations:
Es tut sher mir leid, Gilbert. Es tut sher sher leid: I', so sorry Gilbert. I'm so, so sorry.
Ist es okay, Vati: It's okay, Dad.