sneezes. Whaaat the fuck, he's too awesome to be sick BT
hears a sneeze from his office and immediately perks up. He grows silent listening out for more.
blinks, and pauses....he's good...until he sneezes four times in rapid succession. Fuck.
drops his pen and strides out of his study looking for his brother. "Gilbert...are you okay?" He calls out.
groans, burying his face into the couch. "Jaaaa, I'm fine."
stops at the couch and crouches down beside him. "Let me feel your forehead."
flops over onto his back. "I'm good, West. I'm way too awesome to get sick."
quirks a brow at that. "You have been working a lot more than usual. It could be the stress Gilbert." He says as he presses the back of his hand on his forehead. He pulls it back his lip thinning in
contemplation.
scoffs. "Stress? What stress? I'm fine. I'm peachy, I'm-" He breaks off to sneeze a handful of times. "Not..sick."
frowns. "Gesundheit. I'll go make you some soup..."
pauses. "What kinda soup?"
knew that would catch his attention. “Potato soup.“
would fucking love potato soup. "Well...maybe I'm feeling a little shitty..."
smiles in amusement. "I'll be right back in that case." He heads to the kitchen to prepare the soup.
can't wait. He bundles up in a blanket he'd dragged down, and follows after him. Hopping up onto the counter, he'd content to sit and watch.
*he's]
quirks a brow when he's being followed. "I told you to rest, not follow me." However, his tone is not very reprimanding and he's more than happy with the company.
curls up in his little corner. "West, what in our long and glorious history together gave you the impression that I listen?"
couldn't disagree with that. "Well, I think I sometimes hope you'll listen to me. I never keep my hopes up if that counts."
grins at that. "I listen when it counts?"
just rolls his eyes as he continues to prepare the soup. "Ja, sure, that works."
picks at a few of the ingredients, munching happily. "It does!"
doesn't scold him, he was sick after all. He finishes preparing the soup, pours it in a bowl and quirks a brow at his brother. "Did you want to eat it at the table?"
Gilbert
is
probably going to milk it now that he's getting special treatment. "Nah. The couch is more co-" he pauses, scrunching up his nose, and turns away before sneezing. "Comfy." ugh.
worries and nods. "I'll carry it there for you."
doesn't think he should worry. It's a small cold. Could even be...allergies, or something. "Aw West. I can carry my own soup you know." He couldn't. He spilled it even when healthy and sober.
can't help it. He was a worrier after all. He ignores the comment an places the bowl on a tray lifting an waiting for Gilbert to lead the way.
Gilbert
gives
an exaggerated sigh that tapers off into a coughing fit as he leads the way. Ugh, dumb body. Traitor. He flops down onto the couch, curling up in his blankets.
waits for him to get comfortable before gently offering the tray to him. "I'll make you a tea."
places the tray on his lap, sipping from the soup. Gott, it's delicious. "And then come sit with me?"
nods as he heads off to the kitchen to fix him up a tea specifically for cold and flu symptoms. He's back in no time and sets it down on the table to cool off before taking a seat on the couch.
Gilbert
has
already eaten the potatoes and..some of the veggies. He's drinking the sauce straight from the bowl. Fuck, West's cooking was so good.
watches him amused. "Don't choke on it. Did you want more or was that good?"
hums happily when he's done. "More, bitte~"
should have figured but at least he knew that was a good sign. He nods and grabs the tray before getting up to go to the kitchen. Moments later he's on his way back@and offering it to Gilbert. "Don't
forget to drink your tea."
siiighs. "I know." He reaches for the soup though, immediately digging in.
sits back down. "Is there anything else I can so for you? I can go get medicine." He offers.
leans against West's side, getting comfortable. He makes a face at the mention of medicine, though. "M'not that sick." It tasted like crap.
thinks that it's best to tolerate the bad taste then let the illness settle in. "It would just be extra precaution so you don't get sicker."
tries not to whine. "It's just a cough...and sneezing. It's probably allergies, West." Which he'd never had before, but...oh well >>;
had lived with his brother for how long. "Ja, and I've just grown a second head. You think I don't take notice? Allergies, you're really mocking me Gilbert."
does whine at that. "Come ooon, medicine? Just leave it, and I'll have some if it gets any worse."
's lip thins but he doesn't argue. Gilbert was an adult after all. "You know where it is." He settles with.
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pokes him in the stomach. "Don't be mad, you're supposed to be doting over your older brother, remember?"
flushes lightly in embarrassment. "I'm not very good at doting...do you want me to put on a movie?"
((Hold on, let me get on Skype, haha.))
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knows. He's happy, it means he's done enough doting over West growing up, that West never had to take care of him much. "Hmm. Or video games. I'll totally kick your ass at..something."
was bad at video games but he did take pleasure on the war ones although he'd keep that to the grave. "What game?" He forgot they had a game system.
hums, thinking of a fun two player. "How intense do you want to get?"
quirks a brow. "A better question is how intense can you get without feeling to ill?"
waves it off. "We're not pulling out the wii fit or anything. I mean...multiplayer shooters are fun. But if we play mario party and you steal my stars, I will take you down."
Ludwig
likes
the idea of a multiplayer shooter. "So Medal of Honor type of game."
Gilbert
likes
that too. Mario party ruined friendships and family. "Ja, ja. We have a few of those. Sound good?"
didn't realise Mario Party was that bad. "Ja, I'll definitely play. I'm assuming you have everything ready already?"
Gilbert
thinks
it's fun! But it gets very competitive, very quickly. "Ja, ja. Just turn it on, I the disk is already inside." He'd been playing some time last week.
rolls his eyes but does what Gilbert instructed. He throws the controller at him before taking a seat beside him.
catches the controller, testing out all the buttons. This is going to be awesomeee
watches as the screen changes and he's shifting his grip so it's more comfortable.
nudges him. "Wanna play co-op or versus?"
doesn't have to think about it to long. "Co-op. it'll be like the good old days."
grins. "Awww, West." He blows a raspberry against his brother's cheek, selecting co-op mode, and flipping through all the options to choose his weapons kit, etc, etc.
[I have no idea what Medal of Honour is like, so I'm going off the shooter games that I own ><;; ]
( no worries neither do I, haha)
pushes Gilbert away and wipes at his face. "Gilbert...really."
He's also choosing his weapons and gear.
He's also choosing his weapons and gear.
cackles to himself, before sneezing. Aw, what a bummer. "Really." He finishes up after equipping a few grenades, and presses 'start' as he waits for West.
presses start as well. He was ready. "You'll have to lead the way. I've never played this game."
grins at that, eyes already darting to the map. "I got you, West. We're going to save our dudes, and come back to base. Just follow me." He starts working his way through the map, hiding behind tanks and crates
_every so often.
follows behind him not as gracefully but soon catching on. There are occasions he spots the enemy and snipes them from behind a tank or truck as the move along. He looks completely involved.
grins. "Nice one, West." He tosses a grenade into a house, running back to take cover, and gets a bonus when he wipes them all out.
hums as he gets behind the enemy and knifes them and the knifes the next one,. "Might as well save some ammo."
Gilbert
thinks
that's definitely a good plan. Except that he managed to hijack a tank. "West look! Look I--" He muffles a coughing fit, as he blows up a building. Fuck yea.
nearly forgets about the game when Gilbert falls in a feat of coughing only to turn back around and see him blow a building. "Destructive." He says simply.
Gilbert
wishes
he wouldn't worry so much. "S'fun." He croaks out, swallowing hard. He hopes he doesn't lose his voice to this shit. That would be the worst.
nods as he follows behind and manages to get a truck under his control.
cheers...quietly. "We're going to fuck shit up. You know what they should do? Make GTA a two-player game."
laughs lightly. "I don't find GTA that interesting. I prefer these ones."
glances at him. "Really? You don't like stealing cop cars, and blowing up helicopters and shit?"
gives him a look that pretty much says that. "No, not my idea of a good time."
shrugs. "Well. That's why we're playing-" He pauses to sneeze. "This."
abandons the truck and hides behind a fence chucking a grenade at a group of unexpecting soldiers.
cheers when they blow up. He climbs out of the tank, shooting one of the stray soldiers. "I got your back, West."
's lip curves up at that. "Remember the first time I was in a huge war. There were times I was so careless." He was embarrassed by those slip ups.
nudges him. "Jaaa, but you learned! I had your back, and you became a fucking kickass soldier."
smiles. "I did." He's almost startled out of his remembering by the soldier that snuck up on him. However, he's quick enough to knife them before too much damage was made. "Ja...still a lot to learn."
Gilbert
feels
kinda bad he didn't catch that. "Europe is pretty good in terms of staying war free. It's cause everyone's economy is in the shitter, probably."
laughs. "That was one factor why we went to war the last two times."
shrugs. "Well yeaa, but. I mean...lately it's Alfred's dumb bosses starting shit, or wars within countries."
can't disagree with that. "That is true." He kills a few more people before stealing their ammo.
hums the mission impossible theme, before tossing a flash grenade, and picking off the targets easily
_"Yup"
had forgotten the goal of this game. "Gilbert, what are we working at in this? What's our ending goal?"
pauses. He hits the start menu, and their mission comes up. "It says....oh shit. We were supposed to rescue people." Aw, but he liked blowing shit up. "Okaaay, I guess we should go do that."
thinks they should save some people. "So what kind of people are we looking for?"
hums. "I dunno. Look for women and children, I guess? These games are still pretty sexist. I mean Eliza could take out all these guys single handed."
thinks it's probably because of the time frame they take place. "Are all games sexist?"
Gilbert
thinks
about that. "Hm...not tetris."
Shakes his head at the smart Alec comment. "Very informative."
cackles. "Well I mean...uh." What else? "Portal! Portal is not sexist."
manages to find a family in need of help and gets them out of the building. "Do you like that game?"
Gilbert
is
picking off the people trying to interfere with the rescue attempt. "Ja! It's like....well I don't get to map out military strategy anymore. But Portal is strategic in it's own way."
Ludwig
is
glad that he's backing him. He had to kill a few people who had gotten to close. "Ja, I understand how you feel."
Gilbert
will
always back him. "Mhm. Have you played it yet?"
shakes his head. "I haven't heard of it until now."
stares at him. "Are you-" He pauses to sneeze. "Serious? West, this is a travesty!"
flushes. "Why? It's not something I've ever really been particularly interested in."
nudges him. "But it's fun! Fun and frustrating!"
Ludwig
thinks
Gilbert will say that about a lot of video games. "I'll let you show me one day, ja?"
nods. "Ja. It's great. Even if there's a gun that you can't shoot people with...."
Ludwig
thinks
that sounds odd. "A gun you can't shoot people with? What do you use it for?"
picks off an enemy, continuing to lead the family to safety. "Portals. You shoot portals and get to different places in the level."
takes the information in. He's found a few more people to save. "So are you threatened by other people?"
shakes his head. "Threatened by bots, and the main villain is an A.I....also the terrain can get pretty threatening too."
's brows knit together. "So then how do you protect yourself?"
hums. "Well. I wouldn't say a lot of it is running. But you can turn the bots against each other, and redirect attacks."
nods at that. "Do you see anymore people we need to save?"
shakes his head. "We just have to get to the check point, and we'll have cleared the level."
is sure they can easily do that. "Then let's go find this check point."
nods, picking off a few more people. "It's behind that building over there."
covers Gilbert as they make their way over to the checkpoint and beat the mission.
cheers loudly, before being cut off by a coughing fit.
places his controller down and gently pats his back. "I'll get you some cough syrup."
whiiiines at that. "West, neeeein..." his voice is croaky, and he just...faceplants into the blankets with a groan.
thinks he's acting like a child. "It's momentary distaste that's all."
wiggles. "It's gross."
smiles lightly. "It'll help though." He says as he gets up.
whines. "Weest, no. Come keep me company."
falters and eventually caves sitting back down. "Are you really sure?"
nods, leaning against his side. "Ja, I'm sure. Staaaay"
sighs. "Fine. But if this lasts longer than It should because you didn't want some medicine it's not my fault."
huffs. "Medicine just makes the symptoms go away, it doesn't do anything to the virus..."
sighs. "But at least you'll be able to relax and let your body destroy the virus. It doesn't matter though. I'll keep you company."
does an inner cheer at that. "Danke, West." He flops against his brother, using the other as a human pillow.
shifts to fix himself before gently patting Gil's hair. "Do you want me to read to you?"
hums. "Jaaa. Remember when I used to read to you? I mean...the tales were more scary back then..I guess. They changed a lot."
smiles. "Ja, I always that it was because you wanted me to sleep with you."
grins at that, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Well maybe I liked it when my baby bruder actually needed me to chase away the monsters."
flushes but is still smiling. "You still do a lot for me now."
rolls his eyes a little "Well I keep you busy, that's for sure."
laughs. "I'm sure I keep you busy with my moping attitude at times."
pokes his stomach. Ow...no more baby pudge. "Nah, all you need is a beer and some relaxation."
laughs at the face he makes. "It's not as soft as it used to be."
grumbles at that. "I thought I told you not to grow up, huh? I used to blow raspberries on your baby pudge, and you'd squeal all cute and shit, and run, and I'd chase you...damn, you were cute."
flushes. "Gil, really..." He was so embarrassed about that.
grins. "What? It's true you know...then you had to grow up, and get more muscles than me. When did that happen?"
's cheeks are still red. "When you started training me."
Gilbert
loves
when West blushes, he thinks it's funny. "What? Really? I mean, I'm damn good at that, but...hell."
thinks Gilbert was excellent at it. "It was hard work."
grins "With awesome results."
laughs. "You seem surprised."
shakes his head. "Nah. I trained you well, and I always knew you would kick ass. I'm proud."
flushes lightly. "I glad I didn't disappoint."
grins. "Never. I think that would be impossible."
smiles lightly at that. "You think that now. Wait till it actually happens. " He laughs.
rolls his eyes. "It won't. It's impossible. It's like...saying I'd ever be unawesome."
shakes his head. "The idea of that is preposterous." There was a slight hint of sarcasm in his tone.
grins, nudging him. "You know what I mean."
smiles. "Ja, I do." He leans back against the couch closing his eyes momentarily.
sighs, eyes drifting closed as well. He just might end up taking a nap.
| When he opens them he notices That Gilbert seemed to be dozing off. He smiles lightly and gently pets his hair comfortingly.
hums, squirming into the hand a little as his body relaxes under the affection.
understands where he gets his enjoyment of having his hair pet. He continues quietly making himself comfortable on the couch. He'd be there a while.
eventually dozes off, sleeping soundly for the most part.
picks up a book and reads.
coughs a little in his sleep, but stays passed out completely.
glances down when he does looking a little worried but relieved when he stays asleep. Eventually he pulls out a crossword and plays with that.
eventually wakes up an hour and a bit later, embarrassed as hell. "Oh shit...sorry, I passed out.."
glances down at him. "What pops when it gets hot?" He asks contemplatively as he taps the pen against his cheek.
looks at him in confusion, not realizing he was doing a crossword. "Uh...popcorn? Breakdancers? Anything if you put it in the microwave for long enough?"
eyes the amount of word space and finds it is popcorn. "It was popcorn. And this entire time I couldn't stop thinking of a toaster."
grins at that, finally catching sight of the puzzle. "You and your crosswords."
glances down at him mildly amused. "I wasn't going to sit here and watch you sleep for an hour."
huffs a little, wriggling around "I know that! But I figured you'd watch TV like normal people."
laughs. "You know TV puts me to sleep."
prods his stomach. "Then we would have both taken a nap."
makes a noise at the prodding. "I wasn't tired."
sticks his tongue out instead. "Fine. What if I told you a story?" Without waiting for an answer, he immediately starts. "Once there was an awesome soldier. Let's call him Gilbert. He was the most badass_
_knight there ever was, and he singlehandedly took out like...four different armies."
gives him a look. "Gilbert...I'm an adult now. Maybe when I was twelve I would have believed this but...really?" ((I see what you did there hahaah.))
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ignores his protests entirely. "And then the brave soldier kicked this man named Ivan in the face, and broke his stupid nose. The man then cowered before the brave soldier, praising his awesome."
sighs an decides to just listen to the story.
grins happily when the other's given up. "Then the soldier said
_'go now! Be a street cleaner!' and Ivan did. The soldier than conqueror the whole world, and the world all thought he was great. They never teased him or brushed him off ever again, and they marveled at how+
_great he was. Forever. The end."
glances down at him with a quirked brow. "Great story." He humours. "Did the soldier have family or marry?" He could pretend he was twelve again.
hums. "He did. He had a brother who adored him. He was way too awesome to settle down, but he had a few different partners."
gives him a critical look. "Then believe that because stories are based on truths."
glances at him, feeling very much like he'd been...caught. "Too awesome to settle down? I'd say so." The joke is weak though, and he knows it. He feels guilty, and he's unsure why exactly...
Frowns. "That your brother adores you."
sighs a little at that. "But why? I mean I get why...before. Before I was strong, and I had land, and now I'm just...mooching off of you."
grabs his face so Gilbert is forced to look at him. "Because you taught me everything, helped me when you didn't need too and supported me when no one else did. I don't say it enough but I really love
you."
swallows hard. "I..I love you too, West. I just..." Even now, he still very much ached for his loss of nation title, for his land...and it was tied very tightly to his self-esteem, regardless of his ego. _
"Danke. I mean I will always support you, you know that right? I'm here for you no matter what."
pats his cheek lightly. "You are as much Germany as I am. So don't think you aren't a nation either."
Gilbert
gives
West a look. His brother knows very well that the Western and Eastern parts aren't...harmonious. "Ja.." It comforts him though. He feels as if everything were unified completely, there would be no need_
_for him, and he would just...cease. Like Vati. "Right. East Germany. The better half, obviously." He grins a little at that.
smiles at that. "The more interesting side for sure."
reaches up to ruffle West's hair. "Right, better. S'what I said."
lets him not taking mind to it. "How are you feeling?"
hums. "Good. Awesome." He sneezes, and Gilbert knew it was too good to be true. "Peachy."
gives him a disapproving look. "Medicine."
Gilbert
gives
an exaggerated yawn. "Oh man, so tired. Just one more nap..." He shuts his eyes, and hopes West will leave it alone.
frowns but does leave it alone. "Do you want to go to bed at least?"
shakes his head. "Nein. Just..play a video game or something, and I'll watch." He'd probably nod off to that.
decides to watch a movie since his ability to play video games was very limited. He subconsciously pets Gilbert's hair as the movie goes on.
Gilbert
is
trying to remember when exactly West found out he liked having his hair pet. Maybe because he used to do it to West....
had just been petting his hair because he liked it and had assume Gilbert would too.
hums softly, eyes drifting shut every so often. "What movie's this?"
hums. "Cocowah...with Till Schweiger."