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PruIta: Sibling's Help

Gilbert opened the door and smirked.

"Hey there, Feli," Gilbert greeted. "Looking for Luddy?"

Feliciano gave his usual, bright smile that always made Gilbert weak in the knees.

"Ciao Gilbert," Feliciano said, hugging Gilbert cheerfully. "How have you been?"

Gilbert blushed at the contact.

"I've been awesome, of course," Gilbert announced proudly. "Come on. Luddy is in the kitchen."

Gilbert led the way to the kitchen, where Ludwig was furiously scrubbing at the stove. When he heard them at the doorway he glared at Gilbert, and Feliciano hid behind Gilbert due to how scary it looked.

"You should be the one cleaning this," Ludwig said. "It's your mess. Hallo, Feliciano."

"Sorry, Lud," Gilbert said. "But awesomeness has no time to clean."

"What were you making?" Feliciano asked innocently.

"Gilbert was attempting to make spaghetti," Ludwig said. "Unfortunately, he wasn't paying attention and the sauce boiled over, making this mess. But would he clean it?"

"Did you at least finish making it?" Feliciano asked, looking at Gilbert.

"N-nein," Gilbert said ashamedly. "My awesome pasta turned out… unawesome."

"That's okay," Feliciano said, smiling cheerfully. "If you want pasta, I'll make you some."

"Thanks, Feli."

Feliciano beamed, before going to the cabinets in search of ingredients. Ludwig was watching him for a moment before he sighed, walking towards Gilbert.

"May I have a word, please?" Ludwig asked.

Prussia snickered before following his brother. Once they were a fair distance from the kitchen they stopped, and Ludwig crossed his arms.

"So, when are you going to tell him that you like him?" Ludwig asked.

"Wha…?" Gilbert asked, his face heating up. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"This is ridiculous," Ludwig said. "You keep doing things to try to impress him… You knew he was coming, which is why you tried making that spaghetti. And let's not forget the 'song of awesomeness' incident."

Gilbert's face was on fire, but he managed a glare at his brother.

"You know, it's unawesome to imagine things that aren't there," Gilbert said. "I'll be going to my room now. Call me when the pasta's done."

Ludwig sighed as Gilbert went to his room. He shook his head, before returning to the kitchen.

Feliciano turned to him and smiled, before he frowned.

"Where's Gilbert?" Feliciano asked.

"He went to his room," Ludwig said, keeping a close eye on the Italian.

"Oh," Feliciano said, a little disappointed. This wayward curl drooped, expressing his emotions.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"

"Huh? I'm not sure what you mean."

"You like him, don't you?"

"Ve, of course I do. And I like you too. You're my best friend."

Ludwig sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Did they purposely keep themselves stupid?

He shook his head. He wasn't good with anything that remotely related to romance. But he knew someone who was.

Leaving Feliciano in the kitchen, Ludwig went to his room, taking out his cell phone along the way.

"Francis, I need your help."

Francis was patiently listening as Ludwig described the situation between Gilbert and Feliciano. To be honest, he had his suspicions, but if even an unromantic German could pick up on it…

"What should I do?" Ludwig asked at last.

"Well, you shouldn't force it," Francis said. "You are sure that the two like each other?"

"Positive."

"Then try an indirect love confession."

"A… what?"

"Try getting one of them to tell you that they like the other, and let the other stay at the doorway. It could be something like, say, you called one of them to speak with them, but instead you're speaking to the other. Or you could arrange it when you know they're going to the same room. And see if you can get them to say why they like each other. It will certainly help in the confession."

"…That could work."

"Of course it is. Now, get a move on."

Francis suddenly felt really excited. He hoped that everything turned out well.

"Hey, Feli," Ludwig said, standing at the kitchen's doorway. "When you're finished, could you come to Gilbert's room?"

Feliciano frowned in confusion.

"Why Gilbert's room?" he asked.

"I would like to speak with the both of you," Ludwig said.

"O-oh," Feliciano said, looking a little nervous.

"And you get to see what his room is like."

Feliciano blushed, and Ludwig quickly turned to hide his smirk. Step one, complete. Now came step two, which would definitely be more difficult.

He went to Gilbert's room and found his brother on his bed. He frowned at the room. Gilbert had no problem making messes in the kitchen, but his room was always neat and orderly, almost as much as Ludwig's. He just couldn't understand his brother.

"What is it, Lud?" Gilbert asked.

"I want to speak with you about Feliciano," Ludwig said.

It was very subtle, but Ludwig could see that Gilbert had become guarded.

"What about Feli?" Gilbert asked.

"You really like him," Ludwig said. "Why won't you admit it?"

"Because I don't like Feli. Not like that…"

"Bruder… You know I know that you're lying, right?"

"Oh yeah? Suppose I said that you're right? Then what?"

Ludwig was aware of Feliciano's approach, but he made no move to acknowledge the Italian.

"You tell me," Ludwig said.

"I tell Feli I like him, and he laughs in my face. Or he calls me a disgusting pervert. Or… And besides, I wouldn't know the first thing about being in a relationship. I would only be a disappointment to Feli."

Ludwig sighed, aware that Feliciano was listening.

"Tell me something," Ludwig said. "What exactly is it about Feliciano that you like?"

"What don't I like?" Gilbert countered. "He's awesome. He's cute, and not just in a teenage-schoolgirl-looking-at-a-guy way, but he's adorable. I just want to hug him when he's close. And he's really nice, and happy, and… He always knows how to make you feel better. He's like a little ball of sunshine. Feli deserves someone that would know how to treat him."

Ludwig smiled, before he turned to the doorway.

"What do you say, Feliciano?" Ludwig asked.

Gilbert jumped in surprise and there was a yelp from behind the wall, before Feliciano peeked into the room, his face red.

"F-Feli…" Gilbert stuttered, his face red as well. "Ludwig, you planned this?!"

"Ja," Ludwig said, before he left the room. "I think the two of you have something to talk about."

Francis smiled that night as he dialled Ludwig's number. He had to know how things had gone between Feliciano and Gilbert.

"How did it go, mon ami?" Francis asked.

"It went well," Ludwig said. "They're having their first date this weekend."

Francis smiled happily.

"C'est merveilleux."

The prompt is: 'Person A of your OTP is best friends with Person B's sibling. Person A makes it obvious they like Person B, but denies it every time they're asked about it. Both Person A and Person B think their love is unrequited. Person B's sibling knows very well that Person B has never been in a relationship, and that Person B very much likes Person A. Person B's sibling does everything they can to get Person A and Person B together.'