Legends About Change | By : mykonosparadise Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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After Ludwig woke up next morning, he was in a murdering humor.
His body ached all over—it was the first thing he perceived while still lying on the bed—and Gilbert was snoring softly beside him. Fortunately, he wasn’t clinging onto him that morning, but sprawled on his own side of the bed instead.
Ludwig was resolved to lose no more time, even though it was Saturday, and tried to scramble out of the bed, but alas. He was astonished as pain struck deep inside, causing him to stop in the midway, his body tense.
He somehow managed to stand up with great pains, all the while enduring a throbbing pain in his nether regions. When he tried to take a step toward the door, he tottered, and found that he could go no further. He was bound to the bed once again, forced to sit quietly, and so he did, taking a long break.
It was easy for him to imagine how confused Gilbert was when he woke up and saw him there, sitting rigidly in silence with his back turned to him. After the Prussian recognized what was the case, he couldn’t find the heart to laugh at him, but crawled over the mattress on all fours to sit beside Ludwig, clad in his boxers only.
With a mixture of mild amusement and concern, Gilbert wound an arm around his shoulders, offering sympathy and patting him. This made Ludwig stiffen further, and filled Gilbert’s mind with alarm. In order to remedy this, the older brother let his hand slide lower then, stroking Ludwig’s back comfortingly.
“Is everything alright, West?” His voice was still hoarse from sleep.
“It’s nothing.” Came the brisk reply.
Ludwig's puny protests were of no avail − Gilbert’s conviction was already secured. Without informing his brother about his intentions, Gilbert rushed towards the bathroom, and it wasn’t long before Ludwig heard the water running as his brother turned the faucet on. He returned soon after and closed his hands around Ludwig’s wrists, pulling him up.
“Gilbert, what—“
“Come on, West, you’ll feel better after a tub and some food.” Gilbert promised in a very convincing tone, Ludwig was almost tempted to believe him. Walking already proved to be quite an effort, but what his brother had in mind was even worse. He bent in front of him and beckoned him to climb for a piggyback ride. Not only was it embarrassing, but utterly childish as well. Gilbert persisted stubbornly until the younger German felt compelled to obey. With the strength of a Teutonic Knight, Gilbert took his brother upon his back and carried him into the nearby bathroom.
Once they arrived at their destination, he set him down carefully and bid him sit on the brim while he prepared the bath. While the tub was being filled with water, Gilbert added a few drops of essential oils inside, and submerged his hand to check the temperature. Ludwig cringed when he wiped his hand off on his boxers, but didn't comment on his sloppiness — Gilbert was taking care of him after all. While the Prussian traversed through the bathroom to prepare soft towels, slippers, and robes, Ludwig started stripping and removed the few pieces of clothes still covering his body, brazenly revealing his bare skin.
He climbed carefully into the bath, and soaked his body in the hot water.
Ludwig little comprehended why his brother turned out so compassionate today, but he was at loss to unravel this new caring treatment, particularly after Gilbert knelt beside the clawed bathtub, right behind him, and decided to give him a soothing back rub. He felt dumbfounded when the older nation stooped over the brim and started by slowly scrubbing his back, his shoulders and neck.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” He couldn’t but question, and Gilbert puffed out—funny thing he did only when embarrassed. Ludwig could picture him all red in this very moment, probably more flushed than he himself, but he chose not to turn around to check, and let his brother spoil him for once.
“Of course I am. Just taking care of my little West.” He cupped a handful of water, and let it stream down Ludwig’s shoulder, running his slippery palms over his back and shoulders again.
“I’m taller than you.” Ludwig remarked wryly, which earned him a pinch.
Gilbert began to think about making breakfast for them after a while, so he dried his hands with a towel and left Ludwig alone to relax in the bath, but before that, he announced he would prepare a true feast and set the table for them downstairs in less than an hour — all which he punctually performed.
Ludwig knew his brother had a tendency to sudden impulsive decisions, but he couldn’t fathom why he was so unusually attentive. Aside from the fact that he was responsible for his current immobility, that is.
The Prussian re-appeared in the bathroom after an hour during which Ludwig almost snoozed off, and informed him that breakfast was ready.
“I warrant you won’t be disappointed.” He bragged as he helped Ludwig to blot himself dry − a gesture which reminded the younger one of his childhood days. He kept quiet and let Gilbert be in charge, since he obviously loved to be in command. He didn’t admit it out loud, but the the bath did dull the ache in his sore muscles. He shrugged off his brother's sophism, firmly refusing to be carried again, and dragged himself downstairs, carefully sitting down on a chair once he reached the table.
They ate breakfast together.
Ludwig was surprised by the hearty meal. Pretzels, sausage, scrambled eggs, yogurt and creamy cheese—even some fluffy pancakes with maple syrup—all which he gladly welcomed. He started to eat while Gilbert continued chattering about the dogs, and how Berlitz tried to climb on the table during his preparations, and despite the rough sex he put him through last night, Ludwig looked across the table at him with earnest tokens of gratitude on his face.
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