A/N: hey people!

I have had this story in my head for a while and finally decided to write it out.

And in the beginning, I planned for it to be FemGermany. But in the end its regular Germany.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Someone else pushed into Ludwig's shoulders as they walked down the hallway. Ludwig ignored the students that were snickering in favor the book in his hands. He sighed and pushed his glasses up farther on his nose.

He entered the library and immediately sat in his favorite corner of the room. A small and deserted place with a small table to help him work without anyone interrupting him.

He slid his backpack off and placed it on the floor as he sat down. He placed his book on the table and after looking through his book pack he pulled out his notebook and started to scribble some notes.

He glanced up after a few minutes. Everyone else had come to the library during their lunch period and the room was filled with their talking's. Ludwig tried to ignore the pang in his chest as he tried to shove away the loneliness he felt.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and tried to concentrate on the notes in front of him.

Almost as if on cue the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Ludwig shook his head and pulled it out.

'One message from Gilbert.' read the screen.

Ludwig sighed in slight irritation as he slid his finger along the screen to see the message.

"Yo West! It's me, your awesome brother! Need to know something. About that guy. You know the guy I'm talking about."

Ludwig simply stared at the message for a moment before he shook his head and wrote "Brother. I have no idea what guy you are talking about. There are a lot of guys; you need to be more specific."

Ludwig placed the phone on the table for a moment before it vibrated once more.

"Geez West! You know the guy! The guy with that thing!"

"Which thing?"

"Lord. He borrowed money about five and a half months ago and refuses to give it back."

"Why didn't you tell me that from the beginning?"

"Don't question my awesomeness! So what should we do?"

Ludwig glanced around the room to make sure that no one was watching. No one ever paid attention to him however it didn't hurt to be careful.

"Since he refuses to pay after so long kill him. Sell his organs for what he refused to pay."

"Will do West."

Ludwig smiled as he turned off his phone and slid it back into his pocket.

"West?" Gilbert called out slightly as he peeled his coat off. He paused for a moment and listened before calling out again. "West!"

He walked into the living room, his boots muffled slightly by the carpet, frowning slightly. He glanced at the clock. Close to six, he should be home.

The living room was clean. Paranoia started to creep its familiar path through him. His fingers brushed against his side pocket and nodded in assurance that his gun was still there.

He entered his room and finally relaxed. Apparently Ludwig had taken to regressing back to the times when he was younger and crawled into his bed before falling asleep.

"You are too old for this." he told the sleeping sixteen year old boy.

Gilbert sat on the bed next to him. He looked tired he noticed. Really tired.

"You're too young." he said softly. He reached out and gently stroked his face.

"I have no idea how you juggle school and all this shit. Maybe I should…"

"If you want to be in charge so badly tell Me." he said sleep still evident in his voice.

Gilbert snorted. "Yeah me in charge. That's rich."

Ludwig shrugged as he sat on his knees and stretched. "Maybe you would do a better job than I am."

"Doubt it."

"Gilbert I'm sixteen years old."

"So? Age ain't everything. You've done a let though. Direct and indirect."

Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Father did more."

"Father had more time and experience." Gilbert said. "He kept us in the older times though. You brought us into modern times."

He glanced at the papers on his bed.

"So what's all this?" he asked.

"Stuff. Thinking about us going on a family vacation somewhere."

"You got a place in mind?" Gilbert asked picking up one of the brochures.

Ludwig shook his head. "Not really. You?"

Gilbert shrugged as he lay on the bed with his hands supporting his head. "You don't want to know how the job went?"

"I was waiting for you to start." Ludwig said. He lay down next to Gilbert and closed his eyes. "How did it go?"

"Guy tried to hide. Didn't succeed, obviously. We got him, gutted him, and sold off the organs." Gilbert snickered slightly. "The organs sold off more than what he took. Bastard was worth more dead than alive."

Ludwig chuckled lightly as he curled himself around Gilbert. "Anything else I need to know?"

Gilbert shook his head. "Everything else is fine. Vash is taking care of training. Lili is trailing after another man who owes us money. Roderich is dealing with the finances. Elizaveta is doing I don't know what and the others are somewhere."

"Nice to see that you are connected with the family." Ludwig said dryly.

"What more do you want from me West?"

"You're my right hand man; you should be connected with what's happening."

Ludwig closed his eyes and drew himself closer to his brother. "Do you really think I'll be as good as father was?"

Gilbert snorted. "West you're going to be better."

Ludwig smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem." Gilbert poked his brother in the shoulder. "Don't fall asleep. We have a meeting in an hour."

"Then wake me up in fifty-five minutes." Ludwig said.

With that being said Ludwig curled up on his side and it seemed to Gilbert that he had fallen asleep. Gilbert gave a sigh of slight irritation.

"Really?" he asked the sleeping boy.

"Don't say that I didn't warn you." Gilbert said. He didn't look up from his phone as his brother yawned again.

"I didn't say anything." Ludwig said after he finished yawning.

Gilbert looked out of the tinted window as the limo drove through the town. "Am I the only one that finds it weird that we are kinda following every mafia movie in existence?"

"You're asking the sixteen year old in charge?" Ludwig asked raising an eyebrow.

Gilbert stared at his younger brother for a silent moment before he said "you know besides the short hair, with the suit and looks you look exactly like father."

"Is that a good or bad thing?"

Gilbert shrugged as the limo came to a stop. "Depends on the way that you look at it."

Ludwig gave one more yawn before the car door was opened and he stepped out followed by Gilbert.

They walked into the building and through the hallways in silence, their footsteps echoing through the hallway. Finally they came to a door which the men opened for Ludwig.

The people sat around the table looked up when he entered and smiled at him.

"Greetings Head Ludwig." Tino, the head of weapons said. "We have been waiting for you."

"Greetings everyone." Ludwig said sitting down at the head of the table with Gilbert taking his place next to him. "Shall we begin? Who wishes to go first?"

Mathias raised his hand and after Ludwig's nod he stood and said "the Italians side are starting to get slightly too bold. A group of them attacked one of ours."

"Any serious injuries?" Ludwig asked, leaning his elbow on his armrest and his head in his hand.

Mathias shook his head. "All healed. I just want your permission to retaliate properly."

"They attacked first." Ludwig said. "By all means, retaliate."

Ludwig walked through the hallway of his school once more his eyes focused on the book in his hands once more.

He passed by Feliciano and Lovino Vargas who were standing next to their lockers with their usual group of friends.

"Our cousins were attacked last night." Lovino complained. "They didn't do anything and for no reason they were attacked. What the hell?"

Ludwig hid a smile as he continued to walk by, his eyes on the book and mouthing the words he was reading.

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