First off, a Q word is hard to write a 1000+ word chapter on so please, bare with the random word choice

Q: Quantum (Physicist)

Gilbert had been at home for a while with nothing to do. For the past week he had done nothing at all, besides annoy Ludwig and their neighbors.

So, rather foolishly, Ludwig had decided to give Gil something to do. The white wall of the house had not been truly white in a long while. Mostly because Gil lived there.

So it made sense that Gil should re-paint the walls.

Why Ludwig had thought this was a good idea…He was not sure. He really regretted it now.

Naturally when Ludwig told Gil to do this, the albino had whined and said it was 'totally not awesome'.

Ludwig again should have been rather concerned when Gil conceded after only a little arguing.

Yet he wasn't… and that is why he blamed himself for the grand mess before him.

So when Ludwig had left for work. Gil had gotten to work.

First, he decided on wearing some of Ludwig's jeans, despite the fact Ludwig was both taller and wider in the waist. He did not want to ruin his jeans doing this stupid task.

Then he decided it would be a good idea to paint shirtless, because obviously only idiots painted with clothing on.

And obviously only idiots put tarps on the carpet when they painted a wall. Obviously.

So Gil then spent the next three hours painting the walls, and another three hours having slight anxiety attacks.

Needless to say, when Ludwig came home, he really should not have expected his walls painted white.

And maybe he should have expected his brother sitting in the middle of the room with a paint bucket on his head and a paint roller on a stick in his hand like a scepter.

Normally this would be a sign to call the asylum.

Normally did not apply to this house.

Gil heard the noise and waved "Hello Ludwig!"

Ludwig stared and slowly began to speak, trying to find words, because they were evading him. What does one say when they see their older brother with his head in a paint bucket?

He spoke the first thing that came to him. "Why?"

Gil's voice seemed to echo a bit with the paint can being on his head.

"The paint can started Viva La Wall on me."

Ludwig was pretty sure a migraine was coming on. "A paint can started the Wall Revolution on you?"

Gil nodded, or at least Ludwig thought he did. Gil was like the albino bobble head tin man at the moment.

"Gilbert. Why are the walls not painted?"

He walked closer and saw his brother seemed to have more paint on him than the walls did. And so did his jeans. He glared at Gil, even though Gil wouldn't see.

Gil answered calmly and with rather unfitting clarity "Well, I tried opening the can, and it attacked me, and got on my pants. Then after that I started painting, but the smell was like, eating my lungs, and I got dizzy, and fell, and somehow the bucket hot on my head. So I took my paint roller and declared myself King of the Walls and ended the revolution. Just a normal day for a quantitative physicist."

Did they have any hard liquor lying around? Ludwig was getting the feeling beer and aspirin was not going to cut it tonight.

So many things were wrong with what Gil had to say. It was not something normal brothers ever did. Most normal people would assume Gil was drunk or high or insane, or even a mix of the three.

But no, Ludwig knew better.

Unfortunately.

Gil was not insane…well…he wanted to have that tested…

Gil was not high, he knew that.

Gil also did not sound drunk, but then again the paint can may have muffled the sound.

For maybe he was high on paint fumes. That was always a possibility. But then again, this was just Gil.

"Gilbert, the term would be quantum physicist. And you are not one. Nor does paint have anything to do with what that type of physicist does. You…You are not King of anything…besides maybe insanity."

Ludwig gripped the paint bucket and proceeded to rip it off his head. Gil's face and hair had white paint, his chest did as well.

The wall…well one wall was halfway painted. The carpet had white flecks all over it, because Gilbert had failed to put any tarps down.

Gil breathed in "Thank god, the paint can was still fighting me, trying to suffocate me."

Ludwig stared blankly and shook his head and walked away. Most people would throw their brother out, or beat on him. But Ludwig loved his idiot brother and never could throw him out.

Though he really did want to strangle him sometimes. Like now.

Who the hell called themselves King of the Walls and waged Viva la Walls in three hours? Oh and was apparently a quantitative physicist?

Yeah, next time he would paint the walls. In fact, Gilbert would never touch another paint can in this house as long as Ludwig could breathe.

And he would have to teach the albino what a quantum physicist did. It would serve as excellent, mind numbing punishment.

Well hope that was a least a bit humerous. Thanks for reading!

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