A Week of Life starring Ludwig Belischmidt [Friday]
Title: A Week of Life starring Ludwig Belischmidt [Friday]
Author: Poppy
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Germany/Prussia
Word Count: 1000
Warning: Language
Summary: A slice of life with the couple.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Note: Kink Meme Request Fill! The original request is as follows:
"A slice of life story is a category for a story that portrays a "cut-out" sequence of events in a character's life."
I'd like this but replace 'Character' with 'Pairing'. So give me adorable moments between the two, please!
Multiple Fills are encouraged!
I also have no idea when CSI comes on German TV but it's on so much here... I mean, they would have that too, right? *facepalms*
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Friday
09:05
“You have reached the voicemail of Lars Engelhart. Please leave your name and number and we will address you as soon as we can.” There was a loud beep.
“My name is Ludwig Belischmidt and my number is...” He had to pull his phone out to list it since he could never find himself able to remember. “I am having problems with my kitchen sink.”
He hung up the phone, sighing as he ran a hand through his slicked back hair. He hoped that they would get back to him soon as their website quoted they were supposed to be open by now and he kept getting texts about ‘the gross dirty dishes’. He sighed and turned his chair to look out at the city, watching a flock of birds move past in the sky overhead.
He turned and began dialling his phone.
“Belischmidt residence.” He heard his brother yawn into the phone and he had to turn away to imitate him, covering his mouth as he did.
“Gilbert, I phoned a plumber.” He said and he heard the phone shift in his brother’s hand.
“Are they coming out?”
“No, they didn’t answer. I left my name and number.” He turned to his computer, clicking open his inbox to check over the various messages he received overnight. None were urgent.
“So, what am I supposed to do until then?” Gilbert huffed and Ludwig frowned, looking at the phone as if it was his brother.
“Use the bathroom sink. It still works.”
“Ew, no!” There was a noise of disgust. “I’m not washing the dishes in the place where I trim my pubes!”
Ludwig’s hand gripped the mouse tight. “G-GILBERT!”
“What?”
“D-DON’T DO THAT!” He had to lower his voice when Reinhard looked at him with a quizzical brow. “G-Gilbert! Honestly! I’m going to have to get a whole new sink now!”
“What, because I cut my pubes in it?” There was a loud snort. “West, you face is ALWAYS in my awesome crotch! That should-”
He hung up on him, his face burying in his palms.
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20:56
“CSI is coming on.” Gilbert pointed to the paper in the guide and Ludwig looked up from his position on the couch, sighing before he threw an arm over his eyes. He tossed the remote at him.
“You can watch it yourself.” He slowly got up, the vinyl squeaking as his body moved. “I’m going to bed.”
“Seriously?” Gilbert turned to watch him, setting the remote and book down. “West, it’s only nine!”
“I’m tired.” He waved his hands, stretching his back before he slowly meandered down the hall, going into their bedroom. He heard the sounds of light footsteps drawing near and he carefully pulled out a pair of shorts and black shirt from the bottom drawer of his dresser. Gilbert stood in the door way.
“West, come on! It’s Friday!” Gilbert rested his head against the frame, pouting a bit. “It’s no fun watching people get brutally murdered without you!”
Ludwig shrugged, setting his clothes on the bed as he began to undress. “It’s an old episode anyways. The new episodes are never on Friday nights.”
“So?” Gilbert walked over and bounced on the bed, eyes on his chest as he started to pull his tank top over it.
“I’m tired.” He repeated, his pants slipping off his hips as he stepped out of them, adjusting his penis for a second as he did. Gilbert snorted and rolled over, his legs swinging over the side of the bed as he whistled for a moment.
“You’re not fun sometimes, West!” He whined loudly, raising his head back to see if he got a reaction from his words. Ludwig ignored him. “You used to be able to stay up until midnight every day!”
“I’m getting older.” He mumbled back, folding the clothes he had been wearing into a neat pile before he placed them in the hamper. It was nearly time for him to do the laundry. He started to walk to the bathroom when his brother shot up out of bed and ran towards it. He pushed him out of the way and slammed the door behind him, turning the lock.
Ludwig stared, dumbfounded on what just happened before he began to bang on the wood. “Gilbert! Let me in there! I need to use the facilities!”
“Sorry, West! Occupied!” His brother called in a sing-song voice. Ludwig’s eyes narrowed.
“Gilbert! Stop being a brat! Open this door!”
“Go drop a deuce outside!” He heard him rummaging through the medicine cabinet and he banged his forehead against the door, grumbling about why he even lived with him before he moved to the closet. It didn’t take him long to pull out his old army kit and remove the Swiss knife he got when he was stationed in Munich.
He went to pick the lock.
Gilbert heard him and ran to lock the door as he almost achieved his goal making him growl in frustration.
“I’m going to get in there!” Ludwig taunted and Gilbert laughed like a school girl, holding the door knob closed.
“Yeah right, West! Your lock picking skills are about as impressive as Francis ripping off his clothes!”
Ludwig rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he tried again. Gilbert managed to shut it before he could throw the door open and he found himself chuckling to himself, trying once more. This time he was successful but as soon as he opened the door he got a cup of cold water thrown in his face. He yelped as he fell back, Gilbert jumping over him but he caught his leg.
He dragged his brother towards him, getting into a light scuffle before he pinned him to the floor. Gilbert was grinning like a wanted thief.
“You are such a brat.”
His brother stuck his tongue out and Ludwig was quick enough to swipe it into his mouth, both of them moaning as they kissed on the floor.
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Saturday
Author: Poppy
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Germany/Prussia
Word Count: 1000
Warning: Language
Summary: A slice of life with the couple.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Note: Kink Meme Request Fill! The original request is as follows:
"A slice of life story is a category for a story that portrays a "cut-out" sequence of events in a character's life."
I'd like this but replace 'Character' with 'Pairing'. So give me adorable moments between the two, please!
Multiple Fills are encouraged!
I also have no idea when CSI comes on German TV but it's on so much here... I mean, they would have that too, right? *facepalms*
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Friday
09:05
“You have reached the voicemail of Lars Engelhart. Please leave your name and number and we will address you as soon as we can.” There was a loud beep.
“My name is Ludwig Belischmidt and my number is...” He had to pull his phone out to list it since he could never find himself able to remember. “I am having problems with my kitchen sink.”
He hung up the phone, sighing as he ran a hand through his slicked back hair. He hoped that they would get back to him soon as their website quoted they were supposed to be open by now and he kept getting texts about ‘the gross dirty dishes’. He sighed and turned his chair to look out at the city, watching a flock of birds move past in the sky overhead.
He turned and began dialling his phone.
“Belischmidt residence.” He heard his brother yawn into the phone and he had to turn away to imitate him, covering his mouth as he did.
“Gilbert, I phoned a plumber.” He said and he heard the phone shift in his brother’s hand.
“Are they coming out?”
“No, they didn’t answer. I left my name and number.” He turned to his computer, clicking open his inbox to check over the various messages he received overnight. None were urgent.
“So, what am I supposed to do until then?” Gilbert huffed and Ludwig frowned, looking at the phone as if it was his brother.
“Use the bathroom sink. It still works.”
“Ew, no!” There was a noise of disgust. “I’m not washing the dishes in the place where I trim my pubes!”
Ludwig’s hand gripped the mouse tight. “G-GILBERT!”
“What?”
“D-DON’T DO THAT!” He had to lower his voice when Reinhard looked at him with a quizzical brow. “G-Gilbert! Honestly! I’m going to have to get a whole new sink now!”
“What, because I cut my pubes in it?” There was a loud snort. “West, you face is ALWAYS in my awesome crotch! That should-”
He hung up on him, his face burying in his palms.
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20:56
“CSI is coming on.” Gilbert pointed to the paper in the guide and Ludwig looked up from his position on the couch, sighing before he threw an arm over his eyes. He tossed the remote at him.
“You can watch it yourself.” He slowly got up, the vinyl squeaking as his body moved. “I’m going to bed.”
“Seriously?” Gilbert turned to watch him, setting the remote and book down. “West, it’s only nine!”
“I’m tired.” He waved his hands, stretching his back before he slowly meandered down the hall, going into their bedroom. He heard the sounds of light footsteps drawing near and he carefully pulled out a pair of shorts and black shirt from the bottom drawer of his dresser. Gilbert stood in the door way.
“West, come on! It’s Friday!” Gilbert rested his head against the frame, pouting a bit. “It’s no fun watching people get brutally murdered without you!”
Ludwig shrugged, setting his clothes on the bed as he began to undress. “It’s an old episode anyways. The new episodes are never on Friday nights.”
“So?” Gilbert walked over and bounced on the bed, eyes on his chest as he started to pull his tank top over it.
“I’m tired.” He repeated, his pants slipping off his hips as he stepped out of them, adjusting his penis for a second as he did. Gilbert snorted and rolled over, his legs swinging over the side of the bed as he whistled for a moment.
“You’re not fun sometimes, West!” He whined loudly, raising his head back to see if he got a reaction from his words. Ludwig ignored him. “You used to be able to stay up until midnight every day!”
“I’m getting older.” He mumbled back, folding the clothes he had been wearing into a neat pile before he placed them in the hamper. It was nearly time for him to do the laundry. He started to walk to the bathroom when his brother shot up out of bed and ran towards it. He pushed him out of the way and slammed the door behind him, turning the lock.
Ludwig stared, dumbfounded on what just happened before he began to bang on the wood. “Gilbert! Let me in there! I need to use the facilities!”
“Sorry, West! Occupied!” His brother called in a sing-song voice. Ludwig’s eyes narrowed.
“Gilbert! Stop being a brat! Open this door!”
“Go drop a deuce outside!” He heard him rummaging through the medicine cabinet and he banged his forehead against the door, grumbling about why he even lived with him before he moved to the closet. It didn’t take him long to pull out his old army kit and remove the Swiss knife he got when he was stationed in Munich.
He went to pick the lock.
Gilbert heard him and ran to lock the door as he almost achieved his goal making him growl in frustration.
“I’m going to get in there!” Ludwig taunted and Gilbert laughed like a school girl, holding the door knob closed.
“Yeah right, West! Your lock picking skills are about as impressive as Francis ripping off his clothes!”
Ludwig rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he tried again. Gilbert managed to shut it before he could throw the door open and he found himself chuckling to himself, trying once more. This time he was successful but as soon as he opened the door he got a cup of cold water thrown in his face. He yelped as he fell back, Gilbert jumping over him but he caught his leg.
He dragged his brother towards him, getting into a light scuffle before he pinned him to the floor. Gilbert was grinning like a wanted thief.
“You are such a brat.”
His brother stuck his tongue out and Ludwig was quick enough to swipe it into his mouth, both of them moaning as they kissed on the floor.
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Saturday