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Beginnings of the Seventh Coalition

Mar 05, 2011 05:01

Who: Ludwig and Gilbert
When: March 4th
Where: Francis' apartment (but not for long!)
What: Léon is a direct threat against Gilbert's well-being. Time for some brotherly bonding!

( THIS IS SUPER SRS. SUPER. SRS. )

brotherly bonding, status: incomplete, seventh coalition is a-go!, germany, theatricality, prussia, brandenburg, bromance, napoleon

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baer_jager March 5 2011, 20:06:47 UTC

Ludwig took in his brother's cheeky grin and gave a small exasperated sigh, uncrossing his arms and placing his phone back in his pocket. At least Gilbert had listened well enough to bring a bag with him. Gilbert tended to borrow clothes and Ludwig would never see them again.

But he hadn't seen his brother recently, and Ludwig was secretly glad for the fact that his brother never changed.

Opening the door and climbing back into the driver's seat, making sure the passenger door was unlocked, Ludwig asked with a light shake of his head, "You left in quite a hurry. What were you running from, bruder?"

Now all I can see is Gilbert running around the city in too-big shirts and going "TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL" hergelaufene March 9 2011, 22:53:37 UTC

Slipping into the passenger seat, Gilbert paused before sitting back on the pack, quickly pulling it off his back, reaching into it and pulling out a small puff of feather. Gilbird twittered a little indignantly and Gilbert apologised in German, putting the bird in his hair where it nestled down, pecking once at his head.

"Stupid bird, I had to save you..." He grumbled, folding his arms over his chest before directing his attention to his brother. "Francis has some kind of crazy family over and he tried to kill me with a sword. A SWORD."

A huff as Gilbert slumped into his seat, pouting. "Wenn ich meine Klinge hatte, würde ich gewonnen haben."

Paintball gun in hand, brother secretly driving keeping an eye on him... baer_jager March 13 2011, 09:44:00 UTC

Slipping the car into gear and pulling away from the curb, Ludwig headed them back to his apartment. He hadn't been moved in long, so Gilbert would have to sleep on the couch. The car rolled smoothly along the pavement, quickly carrying them away from the 'danger zone.'

"Sie haben kein Schwert, Gilbert," he sighs exasperatedly.

Francis has family over? Ludwig mused quietly. The French were crazy, but he had to admit he was a little skeptical of Gilbert's story. "Why was he trying to kill you? "

Is it sad that I have no problem imagining this? /AND ALL OF THIS IS IN GERMAN NOW AND IT'S MAGICAL hergelaufene March 13 2011, 19:54:30 UTC

"Of course I have a sword!" Gilbert rumbled, waving his arms at his brother, and cursing quietly, slumping down again. There he was, flailing, then back down. Tonight had been so fucking strange, he didn't even know what to do with himself.

Barely registering his brother's comment, Gilbert shook his own (more important) thoughts out of his head and turned to look at him. "No idea, really..." he said, stretching. "There was just something- he kept calling me a Prussian heathen."

The albino perked up. "Hey! He knew I was Prussian! That's kinda rad!"

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