Authors Note (Please read!): So I have all these tiny little moments between Gil and Lud running through my head, but they're not long enough for an actual story and I'm too lazy to write anything longer than the clips I have, because then it'll turn into a multi-chapter continuous story and I don't have the time nor patience to do a continuous multi-chapter right now.

So I thought I'd just write the little snippets that the plot bunnies have hidden in my head and just put them all in different "chapters" on here. They're all with our favorite German brothers, and range from fluff to light Germancest to heavier Germancest. There're some Alternate Universes, like this one, that I just don't wanna write an entire back story for, because it'll take too much time.

So here. Lol. The first of probably many. I'm putting this as complete, but expect more.

Enough of me rambling.

Disclaimer: I got the first season on DVD, but that's all I own...

Sixteen-year-old Ludwig walked into the small apartment he shared with his older brother tired, angry, and dripping wet. He scowled as he shook his bangs out of his eyes and dropped his soaking back pack on the mat inside the front door, toeing off his equally wet shoes. He shrugged out of his coat, trying to find a place to hang it up to dry without creating more of a mess before giving up and squelching to the bathroom hurriedly, peeling off the rest of his clothes and hanging them over the shower rail, water droplets hitting the floor of the tub.

The tall blonde was so wet, that he even had to change into a different pair of boxers before slipping into a fresh pair of warm pajama pants and a t-shirt.

At least Gilbert had remembered to do the laundry, even if he had forgotten to pick Ludwig from school.

Running a hand through his still drying hair, Ludwig frowned. He had waited two hours after school had ended for his brother, thinking that he was simply running late and had forgotten to call. But when the last teacher left and he was alone on the commons, Ludwig figured that something had gone wrong. He had tried calling his brother, dismayed and a little worried when no answer came from Gilbert's phone.

So he had began the ten mile trek home from school, only for it to begin to downpour thirty minutes into his journey, and had not let up since. The entire walk home, miserable already with the weather, his wandering mind had come up with millions of terrible circumstances which could have happened to his brother.

Could he have gotten into a car accident? Was he in the hospital? Was is as simple as he had to work late and forgot to call? Did his phone die and he had no other way of contacting Ludwig? Or… was he-

Ludwig had shaken that thought from his head with vigor, trying not imagine the worst case scenario. The young German didn't know what he would do if something happened to Gilbert; he had no other family to go to, hence why the two were living in their shitty apartment to begin with. Gilbert was working two jobs to pay for rent, Ludwig's tuition, his own online classes, and the bills. If something happened….

The blonde had hurried home as fast as he could, hoping to find a note or a message on their home phone about Gilbert's where-abouts.

So imagine his surprise when he turned into the street of their apartment to see his brother's small, rusty car sitting in front of their building. His worry vanished, and he became irked when he asked their landlord if Gilbert was home to find out that the older man had gotten home earlier in the afternoon and gone straight upstairs; he hadn't been seen since.

"He's probably drunk," Ludwig muttered to himself as he wandered to the kitchen to find his wasted older brother. It would explain why he had forgotten to pick him up.

His irritation, however, melted into fondness as he flicked the kitchen light on. Gilbert was sitting at the table, bills strewn all over the surface, an empty notebook sitting besides an open laptop. He was slumped over on the table, a textbook hidden under an arm that cradled his silver-haired head, pencil hanging loosely from his hand. His cell phone was sitting comfortably on a stack of papers, muffling the vibrations.

Ludwig allowed a small smile to form on his face as he gazed at his brother. He'd probably been doing some homework and paying bills when he had dozed off a few hours ago. It was a rare sight; usually the older man was running around so much that he barely had time for anything else. He probably got off work early and had decided to get ahead on a few things before falling asleep.

The German boy shook his head, already forgiving Gilbert, as he disappeared into the living room before returning with a large blanket hung over one arm. He quietly closed the computer and moved it out of the way, shuffling some bills and papers into stacks before shoving them away. Ludwig gently pried the pencil from Gilbert's grip, setting it aside, before he draped the blanket over the sleeping man's shoulders. He planted a small kiss on his temple.

"Ich liebe dich, bruder," he muttered, a fond smile on his face. He stood up straight and headed to fridge, grabbed some leftovers from the night before, and took it to the living room to watch some television before starting his homework for the night.

As he left the kitchen, Gilbert shifted in his sleep, unconsciously tugging the blanket tighter around his shoulders, and smiled softly.

I know it's cliched and been done thousands of times before, but this little scene has been in my head for months and I thought it was adorable, so I had to write it...

*Flails arms* DON'T JUDGE ME!

(P.S. I don't know what to name this yet, so as of right now, it's untitled. Anyone with any ideas, let me know! For the winner, I'll write a little snippet of their own German bros. moment, as long as its not too explicit. :D )