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Ficlet: Brotherhood, Tokio Hotel gen, rated G
#2 of today's fic. I swear I'm done for now *g*
♥♥♥ Fluff Friday ♥♥♥
Title: Brotherhood
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Summary: Georg has much to learn.
A/N: I imagine this to be set in the Schrei days.
Georg has been called many names in his time with the twins, has laughed at all sorts of mean little insults and brushed off the barbs: about his looks, his bass playing, his taste in everything from cereal to music. He minds none of them, because he knows the twins mean none, not really; there is only one thing that truly stings.
“Typical, Georg. Those were mine! You didn’t even ask if you could have the last piece,” Bill says, peering into the empty candy bag with a mournful frown on his face, and the words make Georg squirm only because they’re so matter-of-fact, so not an insult at all: “Spoiled only child.”
“You always take what you want!” he flings back, but it’s not quite true: for all his impulsiveness, Bill never does anything without asking a second, third and fourth opinion, and even when he defies everyone and everything around him, it is never mindlessly, without any thought for what the others think.
Bill never would’ve reached into the bag and chewed the last piece without thinking. If he’d done it, it would’ve been with the express goal of pissing someone off.
“You could just apologize, you know,” Gustav suggests gruffly when he finds Georg alone in the kitchen an hour later, staring morosely out the window. “Just talk to him. He’s probably forgotten all about it already.”
“How do you figure?” Georg asks.
Gustav shrugs. “It was just candy.”
Georg shifts in his seat, uncomfortable. “Then why make a fuss in the first place?”
“He’s still Bill.” Behind his glasses, Gustav rolls his eyes. “And it’s the principle of the matter. You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t have siblings.”
“I so know what it’s like,” Georg says, offended. “I have you guys.”
They’ve known each other for ages, it seems. All the years that count, in Georg’s opinion, they have spent together like family; closer than family even, bound together by their music and the hard work of pursuing their dream. It should be enough.
Gustav nods. Smiles, and lays a warm, strong hand on Georg’s shoulder. “You have us,” he says gently. “But you didn’t compete with us for mother’s milk. You weren’t forced to give up half of your chocolate bars, and we didn’t share our favorite fire truck. We didn’t sit side by side on our potties. Get it?”
Georg makes a face. “Okay,” he amends. “But I can imagine what it’s like.”
Gustav snickers. “If you could, you’d know that it’s no reason to have a crisis,” he says sagely. “Just, maybe, a little wrestling match or something. Go talk to Bill.”
Georg does, but when he finds Bill in the upstairs apartment, where Bill sits scribbling in his notebook, Georg still feels awkward and tongue-tied. He holds out a steaming mug of coffee.
Bill accepts it with a surprised smile. “Hey. Great, thanks!”
Georg clears his throat. “I talked to Gustav.”
“…And?” Bill prompts when no further explanation comes forth.
“Well,” Georg fumbles for a moment. He doesn’t know how to explain this - how he wants to build something to which some essential parts are missing, something which he thought they already had. That it hurts to realize he still doesn’t understand, not quite, and how it feels to be the odd one out.
He isn’t sure Bill will understand that.
Georg draws a deep breath. “Gustav says we need to have a wrestling match.”
Bill raises an eyebrow. “Um--”
“To…clear the air or something,” Georg hurries on.
Bill glances around as if he actually expected to see clouds hanging above their heads. “But the air is clear. Isn’t it?”
Georg sighs. It’s all too complicated for him, the unspoken rules and rituals. “I’m sorry I ate your candy.”
Bill shrugs. “S’okay. Why did you say we needed to have a wrestling match?”
“Because,” Georg tries. “What would you do if Tom ate your candy?”
“Beat him up,” Bill says cheerfully. “But what… Ah.” Understanding dawns in his eyes, and Georg is glad for once that Bill is so goddamn sensitive to all sorts of weird, embarrassing emotions. “You want to fight with me because you love me?”
“Shh!” True it may be, but Bill doesn’t have to be so loud about it.
“That’s so sweet, Georg!” Bill beams. “I didn’t know you wanted things to be like that between us. You’re not usually a touchy-feely person.”
Georg cringes. “Isn’t that how it works?”
“Sure,” Bill says, and smacks Georg’s arm with surprising strength.
“Ow!”
“But I couldn’t just go and smack you around like Tom, now could I? People seem to think it’s weird when you touch them too much.” Bill wrinkles his nose in disapproval.
“And Gustav? You smack Gustav around.”
“Gustav has a sister,” Bill says, “He knows you have to hurt the ones you love sometimes.”
“Oh,” Georg makes. He frowns down at his folded hands.
“Which is why I’m so glad you told me!” Bill hurries on. “Now I can hurt you, too!”
“Oh.” Georg glances up at the singer’s smiling face and has to smile back. “Thanks, I guess.”
Bill beams. “No problem.”
“I wasn’t sure…” Georg tries, and trails off. It seems stupid, now that Bill is grinning at him like that.
“You weren’t sure? Silly, Georg,” Bill chides. “I wouldn’t bother teasing you if I didn’t consider you a brother,” and Georg knows what that means, coming from Bill.
“But we never pooped in our potties together,” Georg says stupidly, because that’s the one that’s stuck.
“You poop enough now to make up for it,” Bill says, and laughs. “Really, Georg, what would we do without you?”
Brotherhood is suffering through chicken pox together and holding on to each other’s hands for the first, wobbly steps and giggling at the newest fart joke. But it’s not just that; it’s growing up to see the world change from the same vantage point, to change it together, and that, they have done.
♥♥♥ Fluff Friday ♥♥♥
Title: Brotherhood
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Summary: Georg has much to learn.
A/N: I imagine this to be set in the Schrei days.
Georg has been called many names in his time with the twins, has laughed at all sorts of mean little insults and brushed off the barbs: about his looks, his bass playing, his taste in everything from cereal to music. He minds none of them, because he knows the twins mean none, not really; there is only one thing that truly stings.
“Typical, Georg. Those were mine! You didn’t even ask if you could have the last piece,” Bill says, peering into the empty candy bag with a mournful frown on his face, and the words make Georg squirm only because they’re so matter-of-fact, so not an insult at all: “Spoiled only child.”
“You always take what you want!” he flings back, but it’s not quite true: for all his impulsiveness, Bill never does anything without asking a second, third and fourth opinion, and even when he defies everyone and everything around him, it is never mindlessly, without any thought for what the others think.
Bill never would’ve reached into the bag and chewed the last piece without thinking. If he’d done it, it would’ve been with the express goal of pissing someone off.
“You could just apologize, you know,” Gustav suggests gruffly when he finds Georg alone in the kitchen an hour later, staring morosely out the window. “Just talk to him. He’s probably forgotten all about it already.”
“How do you figure?” Georg asks.
Gustav shrugs. “It was just candy.”
Georg shifts in his seat, uncomfortable. “Then why make a fuss in the first place?”
“He’s still Bill.” Behind his glasses, Gustav rolls his eyes. “And it’s the principle of the matter. You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t have siblings.”
“I so know what it’s like,” Georg says, offended. “I have you guys.”
They’ve known each other for ages, it seems. All the years that count, in Georg’s opinion, they have spent together like family; closer than family even, bound together by their music and the hard work of pursuing their dream. It should be enough.
Gustav nods. Smiles, and lays a warm, strong hand on Georg’s shoulder. “You have us,” he says gently. “But you didn’t compete with us for mother’s milk. You weren’t forced to give up half of your chocolate bars, and we didn’t share our favorite fire truck. We didn’t sit side by side on our potties. Get it?”
Georg makes a face. “Okay,” he amends. “But I can imagine what it’s like.”
Gustav snickers. “If you could, you’d know that it’s no reason to have a crisis,” he says sagely. “Just, maybe, a little wrestling match or something. Go talk to Bill.”
Georg does, but when he finds Bill in the upstairs apartment, where Bill sits scribbling in his notebook, Georg still feels awkward and tongue-tied. He holds out a steaming mug of coffee.
Bill accepts it with a surprised smile. “Hey. Great, thanks!”
Georg clears his throat. “I talked to Gustav.”
“…And?” Bill prompts when no further explanation comes forth.
“Well,” Georg fumbles for a moment. He doesn’t know how to explain this - how he wants to build something to which some essential parts are missing, something which he thought they already had. That it hurts to realize he still doesn’t understand, not quite, and how it feels to be the odd one out.
He isn’t sure Bill will understand that.
Georg draws a deep breath. “Gustav says we need to have a wrestling match.”
Bill raises an eyebrow. “Um--”
“To…clear the air or something,” Georg hurries on.
Bill glances around as if he actually expected to see clouds hanging above their heads. “But the air is clear. Isn’t it?”
Georg sighs. It’s all too complicated for him, the unspoken rules and rituals. “I’m sorry I ate your candy.”
Bill shrugs. “S’okay. Why did you say we needed to have a wrestling match?”
“Because,” Georg tries. “What would you do if Tom ate your candy?”
“Beat him up,” Bill says cheerfully. “But what… Ah.” Understanding dawns in his eyes, and Georg is glad for once that Bill is so goddamn sensitive to all sorts of weird, embarrassing emotions. “You want to fight with me because you love me?”
“Shh!” True it may be, but Bill doesn’t have to be so loud about it.
“That’s so sweet, Georg!” Bill beams. “I didn’t know you wanted things to be like that between us. You’re not usually a touchy-feely person.”
Georg cringes. “Isn’t that how it works?”
“Sure,” Bill says, and smacks Georg’s arm with surprising strength.
“Ow!”
“But I couldn’t just go and smack you around like Tom, now could I? People seem to think it’s weird when you touch them too much.” Bill wrinkles his nose in disapproval.
“And Gustav? You smack Gustav around.”
“Gustav has a sister,” Bill says, “He knows you have to hurt the ones you love sometimes.”
“Oh,” Georg makes. He frowns down at his folded hands.
“Which is why I’m so glad you told me!” Bill hurries on. “Now I can hurt you, too!”
“Oh.” Georg glances up at the singer’s smiling face and has to smile back. “Thanks, I guess.”
Bill beams. “No problem.”
“I wasn’t sure…” Georg tries, and trails off. It seems stupid, now that Bill is grinning at him like that.
“You weren’t sure? Silly, Georg,” Bill chides. “I wouldn’t bother teasing you if I didn’t consider you a brother,” and Georg knows what that means, coming from Bill.
“But we never pooped in our potties together,” Georg says stupidly, because that’s the one that’s stuck.
“You poop enough now to make up for it,” Bill says, and laughs. “Really, Georg, what would we do without you?”
Brotherhood is suffering through chicken pox together and holding on to each other’s hands for the first, wobbly steps and giggling at the newest fart joke. But it’s not just that; it’s growing up to see the world change from the same vantage point, to change it together, and that, they have done.