The fanboy adventures of Feliciano and Matthew [4a/?]
anonymous
February 17 2010, 22:27:21 UTC
Ludwig hated temporary hair dye It smelled strange, it never came in normal colors and it got in your eyes when you tried to get rid of it.
The only reason he ever bothered with the dye in the first place was because, somewhere around their third concert, Gilbert and Elizabeta had decided that he needed to make his stage image more interesting. He'd hoped that Lilli and Vash would dissuade them from that none sense (he'd long ago learned that Roderich was useless in arguments), only to have both of them agree. It hadn't been long before he'd found himself dragged into the bathroom of their hotel room with the evil duo spraying various outlandish colors into his formerly neat hairstyle.
Everyone had eventually settled on red and black which, mixed with his already blonde hair, came out as the colors of the German flag-a vague reference to the stage names they'd started using.
That had been almost five years ago and he was still trying to convince them to let him wear his hair in its normal style. They were still trying to get him to dye it permanently. Obviously neither side was getting very far in this debate, meaning that Ludwig got attacked with combs and spray-on hair color before every show or interview they had and after-wards he could be found in the nearest bathroom washing it out.
This is exactly what the blonde was currently doing in the bands tour bus as it made its way towards the house that the band used as it's base of operation and (for most of them) home. Gilbert was perched on the counter next to him, watching streams of grayish-red water disappear down the drain as he typed away at his mini laptop.
“Weeeest” He had to resist the urge to groan at the whining tone of his brothers voice. He shut the water off to give the white haired man a questioning look. “Yes” “You haven't logged into the bands website in forever” the albino stated accusingly. Ludwig rolled his eyes, grabbing a towel from one off the walls to dry his newly un-colored hair “I have better things to do with my time Gilbert” The elder of the two snorted.
“Yeah right, you have no life, what are you going to do with your time?” He glared at his older brother, sighing in annoyance as he traded the towel for a jar of hair gel. “I do school work with my time, so I can get a good job if I want to. Its bad enough that I have to take most of classes online” The other looked dumbfounded. “Because being a rock-star isn't a good job? How is such someone who's such a prude related to the awesome?” The blue-eyed man ignored him in favor of forcing his hair into submission.
The two sat in a companionable silence until the door opened several minutes later. “Gilbert~Ludwig~ I hope I'm not interru-oh you're not doing anything, damn.” Neither of the them looked seemed very amused by Elizabeta's entrance “Roderich, get your bitch!” there was an audible crack as the woman punched him. “Elizabeta dear, stop picking the locks on the bathroom please!” Roderich's voice called from somewhere near the front of the large vehicle. She turned to pout in his general direction “Aww, but Rodi-kins...”
Re: The fanboy adventures of Feliciano and Matthew [4b/?]
anonymous
February 17 2010, 22:28:51 UTC
“Sorry about that guys” Lilli's head appeared in the doorway. “I told her to come tell Ludwig that Eduard says we're at his stop and that we probably shouldn't sit out here too long” She informed them before going off to do whatever it is that she was doing. “I'll see you later brother. If you decide to go get drunk please don't call me, I have class in the morning and I'd like to be awake” The person in question gave him an offended look. “Drunk, I never get-”
Ludwig didn't hear the rest of this speech, as he had grabbed his bag and made his exit. Looming out in front of the bus was the dorm building he called home when he wasn't on the road with the band. Glancing around with the hope that there were no other students around to notice him (which was highly unlikely as most college students bordered on the nocturnal) he turned to wave slightly at the blonde man driving the thing he'd just gotten out of. Eduard waved cheerily, pushed his glasses up on his face and drove away. The blonde watched the vehicles retreat for a moment before reaching into his pocket to fish out a set of keys.
Several stair flights worth of jogging later, he found himself in front of the rarely used dorm room that he lived in. He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he turned on the light to discover that everything had grown a layer of dust in his absence. Making a mental note to clean it, he set his bags and guitar case on the couch and headed towards the bedroom.
The first thing he noticed was the bag on his bed. It was large, gray and had taken over most of the small piece of furniture. Attached to this strange object was a note written in somewhat familiar script.
Ludwig- These were starting to clutter up my office, so I had Peter and Raivis take the spare key you gave the company and bring them here. If you're not going to get a P.O box, please tell your damn fans to stop sending their letters to the studio-we have more important things to be doing than catering to your groupies.
Arthur
He sighed, the producer was probably going to fuss at him about that the next time they saw each other. The German glanced down at the bag again and reached out to pull the drawstring that was keeping it closed. A mini avalanche of envelopes spilled out. All of them were pink and had his name printed on them in elegant, curly hand writing. Closer inspection revealed that the letters had yet another common factor.
Every single one of them was from the same person.
Re: The fanboy adventures of Feliciano and Matthew [4b/?]
anonymous
February 22 2010, 05:10:49 UTC
<3 <3 <3
author!anon, I love the idea of Germany dying his hair. I really want to see somebody do an artfill of that, suddenly...maybe I'll request it after the request freeze? XD oh, but then I'd have to fill something! agh, such a pain.
annnyways, another fantastic chapter. Feliciano, though...that's kind of unhealthy, y'know...
It smelled strange, it never came in normal colors and it got in your eyes when you tried to get rid of it.
The only reason he ever bothered with the dye in the first place was because, somewhere around their third concert, Gilbert and Elizabeta had decided that he needed to make his stage image more interesting. He'd hoped that Lilli and Vash would dissuade them from that none sense (he'd long ago learned that Roderich was useless in arguments), only to have both of them agree.
It hadn't been long before he'd found himself dragged into the bathroom of their hotel room with the evil duo spraying various outlandish colors into his formerly neat hairstyle.
Everyone had eventually settled on red and black which, mixed with his already blonde hair, came out as the colors of the German flag-a vague reference to the stage names they'd started using.
That had been almost five years ago and he was still trying to convince them to let him wear his hair in its normal style. They were still trying to get him to dye it permanently. Obviously neither side was getting very far in this debate, meaning that Ludwig got attacked with combs and spray-on hair color before every show or interview they had and after-wards he could be found in the nearest bathroom washing it out.
This is exactly what the blonde was currently doing in the bands tour bus as it made its way towards the house that the band used as it's base of operation and (for most of them) home.
Gilbert was perched on the counter next to him, watching streams of grayish-red water disappear down the drain as he typed away at his mini laptop.
“Weeeest”
He had to resist the urge to groan at the whining tone of his brothers voice. He shut the water off to give the white haired man a questioning look. “Yes”
“You haven't logged into the bands website in forever” the albino stated accusingly.
Ludwig rolled his eyes, grabbing a towel from one off the walls to dry his newly un-colored hair
“I have better things to do with my time Gilbert”
The elder of the two snorted.
“Yeah right, you have no life, what are you going to do with your time?”
He glared at his older brother, sighing in annoyance as he traded the towel for a jar of hair gel.
“I do school work with my time, so I can get a good job if I want to. Its bad enough that I have to take most of classes online” The other looked dumbfounded.
“Because being a rock-star isn't a good job? How is such someone who's such a prude related to the awesome?”
The blue-eyed man ignored him in favor of forcing his hair into submission.
The two sat in a companionable silence until the door opened several minutes later.
“Gilbert~Ludwig~ I hope I'm not interru-oh you're not doing anything, damn.”
Neither of the them looked seemed very amused by Elizabeta's entrance
“Roderich, get your bitch!” there was an audible crack as the woman punched him.
“Elizabeta dear, stop picking the locks on the bathroom please!” Roderich's voice called from somewhere near the front of the large vehicle.
She turned to pout in his general direction
“Aww, but Rodi-kins...”
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Lilli's head appeared in the doorway.
“I told her to come tell Ludwig that Eduard says we're at his stop and that we probably shouldn't sit out here too long” She informed them before going off to do whatever it is that she was doing.
“I'll see you later brother. If you decide to go get drunk please don't call me, I have class in the morning and I'd like to be awake”
The person in question gave him an offended look.
“Drunk, I never get-”
Ludwig didn't hear the rest of this speech, as he had grabbed his bag and made his exit.
Looming out in front of the bus was the dorm building he called home when he wasn't on the road with the band.
Glancing around with the hope that there were no other students around to notice him (which was highly unlikely as most college students bordered on the nocturnal) he turned to wave slightly at the blonde man driving the thing he'd just gotten out of.
Eduard waved cheerily, pushed his glasses up on his face and drove away.
The blonde watched the vehicles retreat for a moment before reaching into his pocket to fish out a set of keys.
Several stair flights worth of jogging later, he found himself in front of the rarely used dorm room that he lived in.
He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he turned on the light to discover that everything had grown a layer of dust in his absence. Making a mental note to clean it, he set his bags and guitar case on the couch and headed towards the bedroom.
The first thing he noticed was the bag on his bed. It was large, gray and had taken over most of the small piece of furniture. Attached to this strange object was a note written in somewhat familiar script.
Ludwig-
These were starting to clutter up my office, so I had Peter and Raivis take the spare key you gave the company and bring them here.
If you're not going to get a P.O box, please tell your damn fans to stop sending their letters to the studio-we have more important things to be doing than catering to your groupies.
Arthur
He sighed, the producer was probably going to fuss at him about that the next time they saw each other. The German glanced down at the bag again and reached out to pull the drawstring that was keeping it closed.
A mini avalanche of envelopes spilled out. All of them were pink and had his name printed on them in elegant, curly hand writing. Closer inspection revealed that the letters had yet another common factor.
Every single one of them was from the same person.
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Also, it seems like Ludwig has now the mafia on his ass. Poor thing, and without having done a thing!
Lol at Beth trying to catch the brothers in the act. A fellow Germancest shipper, uhu?
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author!anon, I love the idea of Germany dying his hair. I really want to see somebody do an artfill of that, suddenly...maybe I'll request it after the request freeze? XD oh, but then I'd have to fill something! agh, such a pain.
annnyways, another fantastic chapter. Feliciano, though...that's kind of unhealthy, y'know...
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