F-first post? [Fanfic] Brotherly Evening

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Title: Brotherly Evening
Author: juandalyn
Characters: Germany, Prussia
Rating: G-PG – I really have no idea. I’m not used to this rating system ;_;
Word Count: 746
Warnings: soccer, brotherly time (no romance)

I hope this works .o.

‚West!’

Ludwig was in the middle of cleaning. What did his brother want right now?

‚Fight me.’

...

‚WHAT?!’

Prussia laughed and hit the blond man on the shoulder. ‚This evening, huh?’

‚I have no idea what you are talking about, Gilbert.’

‚Oh man... are you really THAT boring? Don’t you know what day is today?’

‚1st of August.’

Gilbert smacked his forehead. His brother wasn’t that insane, he knew. But either he inhaled to much dust while cleaning or he just wasn’t interested.

‚West. Repeat. S-O-C-C-E-R.’

‚What’s with that? Soccer. Bundesliga hasn’t started yet.’

‚Not Bundesliga, but the cup! THIS EVENING!’

‚... it start’s this evening?’

The forehead was smacked again. This couldn’t just be dust what his little bro has breathed.

‚NO, DAMMIT. It started yesterday already, but tonight is the most important game! YOU’ – he pointed at Ludwig’s chest – ‚against ME.’ He pointed at himself.

He almost smacked his head again when he saw the helpless face of his brother but otherwise he didn’t want a headache this night.

‚Alright. What’s the matter? Usually you’re pretty smart. But I’ll explain it to you. Slowly and clearly. What’s your capital?’

‚...Berlin?’ Ludwig himself has still no idea. Today began the matches for the German soccer cup, that’s clear. But he couldn’t understand the spectacle his older brother made.

‚Exactly. The soccer club?’

‚The most known is Hertha.’

‚Exactly. They have a match tonight against..?’

‚... I have no idea, Gilbert. I don’t even have time to talk to you now, this mess must be cleaned up before...’

‚OKAY’. Ludwig was used to his brother’s yelling, but all of a sudden rising his voice made him shocked. Gilbert didn’t care about his face this time.

‚You will sit on this damn sofa at half past seven. You will have turned on the TV and prepared some snacks and beer.’ Ludwig rolled his eyes.

‚And then... the you will watch the match Preußen Münster against Hertha – with me! Alright? Okay, go on cleaning!’ With this he ran off.

That was it. He just wanted him to watch the match together. Germany shook his had at all the unnecessary exaggerations his brother made but otherwise... otherwise he felt a bit bad. Preußen Münster, a club named after Gilbert, which was very successful back in the old times but stuck in the 4th league today. Of course, his brother still was proud of it.

They hadn’t had brotherly times in a while if he thought about it, too...

~~~

When Gilbert came home, around 7 o’clock in the evening, he searched the fridget for beer. Problem number one: There was none. There wasn’t even coke in the stupid fridge.

Alright. He didn’t need stuff like that for a nice evening. If there wasn’t problem number two: There were no chips or stuff in the cupboards either.

Frustrated he dragged himself into the living room, where he found Ludwig. With chips. And beer.

‚What’s that?’

‚You told me to prepare that.’

A grin appeared on the white haired man’s face. ‚Ah, you couldn’t resist my awesomeness.’

‚Of course not, Nii-san.’

This time, Prussia didn’t care if it was irony or severity what his brother said. Jumping over the sofa and grinning like an idiot he captured the zapper.

‚Here we go!’

~~~

Münster were good. Really good. They drew level after Berlin was up with one goal. They even reached extra time.

Gilbert sang along with the fans in the stadium. ‚Erste Liga, keiner weiß warum, erste Liga...’

Until the 118th minute. Münster’s players were at the end of all their energy when Hertha scored the 1:2. Two minutes later they heighten to 1:3.

Gilbert fell silent. This was a rare situation. ‚Hey’, Ludwig poked him lightly in the side.

His older brother managed a weak smile. ‚They were great, weren’t they? That’s the Prussian spirit.’

When the smile widenend Ludwig realised that his brother was proud. Proud of the zeal for the match and the fact that the players, more or less his men, kept on running although they had no energy anymore.

It took him some time to realize how important this match was to Gilbert, who had nothing really to do in his actual status; no country, no state, but still not a normal human.

He wasn’t allowed to fight anymore, to do what he was born for. He had to search for other things that brought him joy. Like those men. Indeed, they were great.

‚Yes, Nii-san.’

~~~

Some information:

- ‚Preußen’ is German for ‚Prussia’.

- The two clubs really exist. Hertha BSC Berlin plays in the 1st, Preußen Münster in the 4th league.

- Gilbert and the fans sing ‚Erste Liga, keiner weiß warum’ which means as much as ‚1st league and nobody knows why’.

- There are even more soccer clubs which are named after Prussia. Mostly they use the latinized version of Prussia, ‚Borussia’. Examples: Borussia Dortmund, Borussia Mönchengladbach, Tennis Borussia Berlin, Borussia Neunkirchen, Wuppertaler SV Borussia.

Sorry for my English, I’m not a native speaker ;_;

And sorry for the story itself, but

- firstly I wanted to draw it, to make a comic, but in the end it turned out that I can’t draw anything tonight.

- It’s 4 am over here. What the hell am I doing here awake?

Comments

[loremaula.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I really like it. (Seves).I wish there was more German brothers interaction in the original comic. I like Lud and Gilbert, but I'm not fond on germancest.

[juandalyn.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the comment :D
I'm okay with Germancest, too, but you're right: Himaruya-san should give those two more scenes together.