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My Manipulated Misfortune	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warning: Language, sad scenes, angst, crude talk, slightly disturbing scenes, humor

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 9

“What did you say?” Ludwig looked at the crazed doctor in disbelief.

“I’m sure you heard me clearly. Gilbert is your older brother.”

Ludwig swallowed the lump in his throat. “Just how do you claim to know this? What evidence do you have other than we share the same last name?”

Carty gave a chuckle. “Oh, I know a lot about you. As a child, you were always one step above the other children. You never played any sports. You were afraid of the dark and of water. You were very smart but socially awkward, preferring your own company to that of peers. Due to college hunting and entrance papers, you took up smoking to relieve stress but quit two years ago. Your first car was a BMW, which you hardly drove and still own to this day. When you were twelve you had a Schnauzer named ‘Wolfgang’ who was hit by a car three years later. Your father is a lawyer and your mother is a psychologist. Shall I go on or has it been drilled into your head?”

After hearing Carty recite some of his life, he was not at all surprised. This facility seemed to obtain a lot of personal information that should be classified. It did make him wonder just how they are able to get it. “What does any of this have to do with Gilbert being my brother?”

“That is something you should ask your parents about. After all, they were the ones who gave him up a few months after you were born and left Germany.” Ludwig made a connection to Carty’s words and Gilbert’s reoccurring dream. That scenario must be what Gilbert was remembering. So there was some truth in Carty’s words. “Do not look so glum, Ludwig. You didn’t know he was your brother.” Carty smirked. “But now that you know, I think it would be best to stick with your noble morals and keep from porking the patient. Keep him as just that, a patient.”

“Do you really think I would remain here after everything I was just told? Look at what you have placed before me.” He referred to the bound patients. “Why would I want to stay for this? If no one will believe me then I should just resign from interning here.” Ludwig could see the pained and saddened looks on the others’ faces.

“You won’t abandon all of these patients. And I’m not giving up on you yet, Ludwig Beilschmidt.” Carty smiled sweetly and stroked Arthur’s hair. “Finish your interning and graduate with high honors. Obtain your degrees and come work for VOX. Be the ‘Angel of Mercy’ for these poor tortured souls. We need a noble doctor here.”

Ludwig looked upon the others and then cast his eyes towards Carty’s smug face. Making such a decision right now would prove impossible. There was a lot he still had to think about and consider. In addition, he had just learned that Gilbert was his brother and a phone call to his parents was necessary. Carty was right to say that he would not abandon these patients, least of all Gilbert. Continuing to work here ensured the partial safety of all the patients in his care. In a couple of months, he would be graduating and will be a guaranteed job here at VOX where he could help everyone in ways others could not. However, the big question is, will he survive until graduation?

“Have you chosen your answer? What will it be?” Carty smiled.

“I promise I will not lay a hand on Gilbert in a sexual manner. In return, I would like to continue seeing him and all of these men as my patients.” His hands are tied now, but there was still a chance he could change things for the better if he stuck around. “Do you accept my terms?”

“Accepted.” Carty smiled at him. “I knew you would make the right choice, mixing morals in with logic.” He crossed his arms. “You needn’t worry, Gilbert is already back in his room and patched up properly.”

“I would like these men to be returned to their rooms right now and untouched.”

“Certainly.”

Ludwig narrowed his eyes again. “Do not display them to me in such a manner again. I am not like the others here. I do not see this as a game.”

“Good for you.” Carty gave him a short applause. “I know that in time, you and I will make a great team. We will find cures for all of their aliments. Just think of all the Nobel Prizes you will win.”

“Yes.”

Ludwig turned away and left the examination room, storming to the elevator. The first thing he had to do was see Gilbert. The second he was still debating on whether or not to tell Gilbert of the news. Even though he had just learned that Gilbert is his brother, it did not change the way he felt about the man. Ludwig was never a firm believer in issues of that manner. Both of them were raised in different worlds, having only met a few weeks ago for the first time. Gilbert may be blood-related, but in a theoretical sense, the fact was pointless. Incest was a social taboo and varied throughout the world, even through the centuries. It existed in mythology and stories. To Ludwig, it just did not matter.

‘But will it matter to Gilbert?’ He asked himself, pondering the question while he took the elevator to the Red Apple floor. There was hardly any time to think now and he would have to wait until he was home. Right now, he had to see Gilbert. ‘Please be in the room, Gilbert.’

When he arrived at the hall, Ludwig hurried to Gilbert’s door and looked through the window. To his relief, Gilbert lay on the bed. He let himself inside and spoke the other’s name softly as not to startle him. “Gilbert?” Ludwig walked over to the bed and looked down at the battered face, now glossy with ointments. He repeated the name again, waiting for a response.

“Mein bruder…” He heard the whisper in German, so he changed his tongue.

‘I suppose you have heard.’

Two pink eyes, one a swollen slit, opened to gaze up at the other. ‘Yes. I was just told.’

‘Does it bother you?’

Gilbert’s bruised lips curled into a little smile. ‘Please…after all the types of men and women who have fucked me, what is my brother, right? From doctors to priests, to fathers and politicians. At least you are family. Are you bothered by it?’

‘No. As far as I am concerned, we are two completely different people that share the same parents. I do not know you as a brother. I know you as a man and as a patient. Theoretically we are not family.’

Gilbert gave a larger smile that resulted in reopening the wound on his lip, but he did not care. ‘There is so little in this life of mine that is enjoyable…I would be stupid to give up what I have with you because we’re blood related. Someone like me…has to grasp happiness wherever he can find it.’

Ludwig wiped away at the blood on the other’s lips. ‘Absolutely. However, I am afraid that for the time being, you and I can no longer sleep together. Things are proving to be more dangerous and we must admit…it is a bit ‘awkward’ right now.’

‘I have to agree with you. But what do you mean by ‘for now’?’

Ludwig cleared his throat. “I am uncertain. However, I will think of something. You will just have to trust me.’

Gilbert chuckled. ‘Of course.’ He gave a yawn. ‘They gave me heavy pills to help me sleep. Carty’s orders…sleepy…’

Ludwig stroked the white hair; watching as Gilbert fell into a drugged, pain free sleep. ‘I will see you tomorrow, Gilbert. Rest well.’

Ludwig looked at his watch and saw that it was past his time. He was so eager to get home that he had forgotten to wait for Roderich. While on his way home, Ludwig stopped at the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes and a case of beer. The moment he entered the apartment, he stripped himself of his lab coat and lit a cigarette. Taking a seat on the sofa, Ludwig picked up the portable phone with his free hand and used his thumb to dial his parents’ number.

‘Come on, pick up.’ He said to himself.

He hissed softly when he received the answering machine. Glancing at the clock, he realized that his parents were most likely watching one of their trivia game shows and never picked up the phone. Instead, he left a message and sat at quietly waiting for their call back. He took a heavy drag of the cigarette, letting it out into the air above him. It was helping him to calm down for his insides were raging with all kinds of emotions.

When the door opened, Ludwig knew right away that it was Roderich. He took another puff, knowing he would need it for the raging mantra of nagging that was to come his way. After all, he did leave the man behind without telling him. Chances are Roderich had to take a taxi or walked home.

The quick footsteps stopped just short of the sofa. ‘Three, two, one-‘

“Ludwig, are you smoking?” Roderich nearly screeched at him.

‘And I was right.’ “Yes I am indeed smoking. After the day I have had, I think I deserve it.”

Roderich crossed his arms. “I though you had quit?”

“Trust me, it is a good time to start again.” Ludwig meant that in all seriousness.

“Not only did I have to get into a filthy taxi swarming with the dead body cells of other city dwellers, but I have to come home to SMOKING as well? Have you no respect for my health?” He stuck his nose in the air.

“You know where your inhaler is. Go use it.”

“What is wrong with you?” Roderich moved his hands to his hips. “This is not like you. You are falling behind on your studies and you are back to bad habits. What’s the story?”

Ludwig glanced up at him but went back to looking at the phone. “I am waiting for my parents to call. Then I must call your father.”

“Whatever for?”

The phone rang and Ludwig fumbled to press the talk button. “Hello?” Roderich rolled his eyes and went to start dinner.

‘Is everything all right, Ludwig?’ It was his father. ‘The tone in your voice was strangely odd in the message you left.’

“Where is mother?” He asked. “I wish to speak to her.”

‘Is there nothing I can help you with?’

“Just put mother on the phone.” Ludwig heard his father grumble and call for his mother.

‘Ludwig? What’s the matter?’

Ludwig took a deep breath before asking. “Why did you give up my brother, Gilbert, for adoption?” He heard his mother gasp but the line fell silent. “Mother?”

‘Who told you that?’

“I will tell you once I hear the truth. Why did you give up Gilbert and why did I never know about him? Both you and father have always been honest people and if you wish to continue having my highest respect, you will be truthful.” He took a puff. “Now tell me.”

She sighed on the phone. ‘It was not our best decision. Gilbert was an accident. I found out I was pregnant while I was still dating your father and we were only in high school. We were turned away by our parents and had to live at the mercy of your father’s aunt. When Gilbert was born, he was a few weeks premature and was albino. He was always very sickly and weak…he needed our full attention but we could not survive on your father’s little salary. We struggled for two years with him. He was developmental delayed as well. We were a pair of young people who did not know what they were doing with a baby. Then I found out I was pregnant with you. Money was tight and we desperately wanted to make a better life for ourselves. You were born strong and healthy, already on your way to being the person you are now.’

Ludwig clenched the phone tightly and snapped the rest of his cigarette in half. “Are you saying you favored me more so you gave him away?”

‘No! No, that was not the reason! Gilbert needed more than we could provide. You also needed to be properly nurtured and well cared for. We decided to move to America and start out there with our educations…we had to give Gilbert up for adoption. It was the only logical answer! We could not travel with him and he…he was more than we could handle. Gilbert could have a better life with a different couple. That is the truth. If things had been different then Gilbert would still be with us. I do regret what we did every day…or when I come across some pictures of him…I’m reminded. We all make mistakes, Ludwig.’

“Interesting. I guess you are wondering now how I ran in to Gilbert? Well, it is quite a funny story.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. “You see, when Gilbert was left at the orphanage he was never adopted. When he turned eighteen he was forced to live on the streets, where he was picked up by human traffickers and made a prostitute for many years. Then he was sold off to a medical testing facility to be performed on in the most diabolic and inhumane ways. I just happen to be his doctor who is working tirelessly to save him.”

‘…why are you telling me this?’ Ludwig could hear her voice cracking. ‘We did not know all that would have happened! How could we have known? We thought he was going to be adopted!’

“I want you to know just what kind of mistake you made and how your son is suffering for it.” He could hear his father pulling the phone away.

‘Ludwig! How dare you accuse us of being monsters! You had no idea what life was like for us back then! We did what we thought was right! We were young, alone, and scared! If we did not make this terrible decision, then you would not have had a good childhood, nor the opportunity to be who you are! We were able to go to school and obtain our careers, which in turn gave you a nice little opportunistic childhood! You could have kissed your solid education and bountiful Christmas’ away! Walk a mile in our shoes when were younger than you are now and then we’ll talk!’

Both men were silent on the phone for a moment before Ludwig broke the ice. “I have a lot to think about…and so do you. However, I may ask for your help in the very near future.”

‘Of course.’ His father’s voice had softened.

“You will owe it to me and to Gilbert.” Ludwig did want to fully shun his parents just yet.

‘…all right.’

“Thank you for being truthful with me. I will be in touch with you shortly. Goodbye.” He hung up the phone and lit another cigarette. He looked up to see Roderich standing in archway of the kitchen, looking at him while holding a large bowl of some fancy salad. Ludwig just looked back at him. “What?”

“Would you like a beer with your steak?” He knew that Roderich had overheard the conversation and would make Ludwig the dinner he wanted.

“Yes please. I am going to start that exam now. I really have to get my mind off things. You will understand if I take my dinner in my room?”

“Of course.” He cleared his throat. “If you…need to talk about anything-“

“Thank you.” Ludwig went into his room and closed the door.

///

Gilbert moaned and tossed on the bed in a fit while having a dream. Hearing that Ludwig was his brother had troubled him and it was making his sleep difficult. It was also bringing back some old memories.

“Where are we going, mama?” Gilbert asked from the back of an old car. He looked over at the ripped car seat that held his sleeping baby brother.

“We’re…we’re going to take you somewhere nice for a while.”

“Nice? Does it have fun things?”

“Of course.” Said his father. “Things will be better for you there.”

Gilbert looked out the window, watching the trees and other cars go by until they pulled into a small driveway. He looked up at the house but could not read the sign. His father placed the tiny suitcase next to him and Gilbert looked up. “Papa…why you sad?”

“I’m not sad.” He ruffled Gilbert’s hair and his mother came over next with his infant brother.

“These nice people are going to watch over you while we…do some very important things.” Said his mother with tears in her eyes.

“Is Luddy going too?”

“Yes.” Replied his father. “You will stay here and wait for a little while.”

He smiled at his parents. “Okay! I say goodbye to Luddy!” He made his mother kneel down so he could look at the sleeping infant’s little face. He kissed the baby’s forehead. “Bye bye, Luddy! Big brother loves you!”

His parents kissed him goodbye and got into the car. His mother waved to him from out of the window and Gilbert waved back. He watched the car drive down the road until the taillights disappeared. Someone with a friendly face took him by the hand and led him inside.

Gilbert opened his eyes, which were already moist with tears as the memories flooded over him. He had thought those memories were lost to him, but they had come back. Now that he knew Ludwig was his baby brother, it must have sparked the memory. Everything came flooding back about that time.

Over time, Gilbert had come to the realization that his parents and baby brother were not going to come back. He wondered if something bad had happened to them, or that they were lost. A year went by with no word from them. By the second year, he looked up at one of the caregivers who said that his parents were never going to come back. The woman told him that he had to wait for a new family to come and take him away to live with them.

However, Gilbert did not want another family, he wanted his mother and father and brother. It had taken a few more years for him to finally get a firm grip on the reality of his situation. Another Christmas would roll by, then an Easter, then summer and spring…all a cycle in which his hopes for a real life never came true. Soon, he had forgotten his parents’ faces and even the sleeping face of his baby brother. They were pushed far into the back of his mind where they were to stay.

He forced himself to sit up in the bed and bury his face in his hands. The man and angel he had come to love was really his baby brother from so long ago. The child that his parents had wanted over him. Nevertheless, it was as Ludwig said, it really made no difference. They were raised as two different people from different worlds.

“If it makes me happy…then I shouldn’t feel guilty or sad.” Gilbert said to himself, looking down at his pasty hands. “I used to be so strong…what’s happened to me?”

He flopped back onto the bed. “I may have lost you all those years ago…but I have you back now. And I’ll be damned if I let you go, brother or no.” His stomach had started to hurt from all the drugs so he rolled over onto his left. “I’ll get out of here one day with your help, Luddy.” He smiled to himself. “Or die trying.” He gently rubbed the ache in his belly while he lay awake in utter silence, alone with his thoughts.

///

Roderich peeked in to Ludwig’s bedroom while he was up getting a glass of water in the middle of the night. He saw his roommate asleep at the desk, computer screen still lit and textbooks all around. He went over and looked at the screen, seeing that his friend had completed the exam. Roderich submitted it for him, and then covered him up with a blanket. The moment he turned to leave, there was a ‘beep’ from the computer. The little envelope at the bottom right hand corner blinked with the number one. The brown haired man chose to click and view the email.

It was from Ludwig’s mother. There was a picture attachment in the email so he downloaded it to view. A photograph came up of baby Ludwig dressed in blue overalls and an albino child smiling obnoxiously at the camera. Roderich knew this was Gilbert from the previous phone conversation. He felt himself give a soft smile at the picture and chose to leave it on the screen for Ludwig to find. Roderich may not know the full extent of Ludwig and Gilbert’s relationship, but he hoped his roommate would choose to inform him.

Turning off Ludwig’s desk lamp, Roderich closed the door softly behind him to let the other continue sleeping.

///

“That bed is here again.”

Ludwig said and narrowed his eyes at the bleeding hospital bed. This was the second time he had seen it and still it made no sense. The briefcase in his hand was still making the tapping noise. This time, however, the briefcase pulled him away from the bleeding bed and into another room. The room was pitch black save for the six white lights that shown down on white sheets. Ludwig knew right away that there were bodies beneath the sheets. There were six in total, but he was seeing seven patients. Could one be on the bleeding bed in the beginning and these are the rest?

Ludwig had to be sure of his assumption, so he walked over to the first sheet and yanked it off. He saw the fleeting image of what looked to be Kiku before the spot was empty. He quickly did the same to the others and each one had disappeared, leaving only the sheets. “What on earth?” Ludwig dropped the last sheet but watched as it knotted with the others forming a long white rope. The sheet rope started to slither away and Ludwig found himself running after it. However, the briefcase was weighing him down, but he could not bring himself to drop it. “What are they saying?” Ludwig started to hear something whispering the words ‘get them out’.

Ludwig’s eyes shot open from the dream. “That’s it!” He sat up and rushed out of the room, having missed the photo on the computer screen.

Roderich had woken up to the sound of heavy footsteps and objects banging in the apartment. He glanced at the clock that read 4:30 am. The light in the main hall was on so Ludwig must be awake. Roderich grumbled as he dragged himself out of bed and slipped the purple robe on before stepping out into the bright light. He turned the corner and looked into the kitchen, seeing Ludwig rushing around like a maniac. There was an open notebook on the table along with a law book. Roderich raised a brow at his roommate, who by now was attempting to make coffee with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“I am beginning to think you have Paranoid Schizophrenia.”

Ludwig looked at him for a brief moment as he poured the water into the back of the coffee pot. “Bad diagnosis.” He said simply.

“It is 4:30 in the morning, Ludwig. What in the seven layers of Hell are you doing?”

“I will get them out!” He turned on the coffee pot.

“Get ‘who’ out?”

“My patients! I have thought about it! I know that I can get them all out of there! Once I do, then I will have my father fight on my side for them. They can all testify in court about what goes on at VOX! With such a case set into play, your father can then help contact the financial board of VOX!” He put out his cigarette only to light up another.

“That is a very well and good, but what is your main objective?”

“I want those current doctors out of that goddamn facility and replaced with others, like myself. I want to first make it into a rehabilitation facility so all the patients who have been tortured can get back on their feet! Instead of stealing or buying people for experiments, we can have volunteers. There are ALWAYS people with issues and illnesses in need of medical attention. You know that full well.”

Roderich just stared at him. “You have gone insane.”

“Yet you must admit that my case is foolproof.”

“Correct. However, riddle me this, Batman. Just how do you plan to get them out of there? You cannot just walk them out the door.” Roderich crossed his arms.

Ludwig gave a strange smile that made Roderich lean back a bit. “That’s where you come in.”

“ME? Oh no! No! I do not want to be involved in this! Count me out!”

“I do not have the full extent of the plan set yet, but I know it will involve something from your department.”

Roderich just shook his head. “Why are you doing this, Ludwig?”

“Simple. People are being treated poorly in the name of medical science and it has to stop. Do you not have any compassion for life or are you strictly dedicated to dead composers? If that is the case then you should be ashamed of yourself, Roderich.”

He gasped. “How dare you make an assumption like that!”

“Then put your money where your mouth is. Tomorrow is an outside day for my patients. I want you to come and see them for yourself. Once you see what I see…you will want to help us.”

Roderich glared at him. “I will only do this to prove to you that I have compassion for life!” He huffed heavily. “Why should I get dragged down with you and your…shenanigans?”

“Because I am the only person in this world who can tolerate you that is not a family member!” He turned to look at the coffee and muttered, “I should get a Nobel Prize just for that.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

///

“It looks like rain.” Francis stated from his spot at the patio table with Gilbert and Antonio.

“I hate the rain.” Gilbert said with a frown while rubbing Antonio’s lower back to help ease the other’s pain. “But Ludwig looks good this morning.” That brought a smile to his face.

“I’m too lazy to lift my head up.” Antonio responded from his folded arms.

“Hey, you never fully told us what he was like in the bed.” Francis smirked at Gilbert. “Come on, spill it! Details!”

Gilbert puffed his chest proudly. “Best sex I’ve ever had, of course! Lean in, I’ll tell you.”

Ludwig could see the two whispering from across the park as he was securing Ivan’s helmet to the man’s head. He watched as Francis’ blue eyes met his own with a growing smile as Gilbert whispered to him. Ludwig’s frown deepened and his brow twitched. One could only guess the kind of stories Gilbert was telling him.

“Just like that, huh?” Francis said with a grin. “You lucky duckie!”

“I know, right! And he’s all mine. Got that, Frenchie! Mine!”

Francis gave him a smug look. “The man is free to explore his options. I saw the way he was looking at me in the room yesterday, all tied up.”

Gilbert rolled his eyes. “Be grateful Ludwig chose to do nothing!” Francis nodded at him.

“However, we are not unfamiliar with threesomes.” Francis shimmed his shoulders. “Look at all the fun the three of us had during our downtime.”

Gilbert scoffed. “Please, the only time the three of us would fuck each other was when we were high on something.”

Francis sighed dreamily as he looked at Ludwig. “Surely the three of us could have some fun!” Gilbert glared at him. “Antonio is out of the question, but us two and Ludwig?” Francis wiggled his eyebrows.

“Good…let someone else be in the middle.” Antonio chimed in. “I’m retiring.”

“FORGET IT!” Gilbert hissed then looked to Antonio. “Quit your bitchin’! You had the best spot! I was always on the bottom!” He turned back to Francis. “Ludwig is mine you perverted old billy goat! Find your own sexy doctor! And-“ Gilbert stopped for a moment. “Uh oh, Kiku just walked into that new tree they planted…yup, there’s blood.” The situation was already forgotten.

“I said we should have told him it was there!” Antonio moaned from his arms.

“No worries. Ludwig is taking care of him.” Francis pointed out and looked around. “Did you ever notice that everything here is same when we’re outside? We’ve got Alfred running around and driving Arthur crazy. Ivan is still bobbing for fish in the pond, Yao thinks he can sing like bird, Kiku is one with nature-“

“Make sure Ivan isn’t drowning himself.” Gilbert pointed out. “I haven’t seen his head come up for over a minute.” Francis jumped up and rushed over to the other man to yank him from the pond. “Ugh. I need to have a million freakin’ eyes here.” He watched as Francis walked back over to them with Ivan in tow, but he noticed someone else entering the park that he had never seen before. “Who is that?”

Francis sat Ivan down on the grass beside him and followed Gilbert’s gaze to a brown haired man in a lab coat. “A new doctor, perhaps? Looks like he has a violin case. Maybe he’s here to entertain us?”

“Pfft. Hardly.” Gilbert stared a the new man as Ludwig went up to greet him.

Pink eyes narrowed slightly at the man while Ludwig walked him around the park. The blonde was introducing him to the other patients. Gilbert tapped his fingers on the table, curious to know whom this person was. When they started to make their way over to the table, Gilbert forced himself to smile. He took a moment to fully size up the man, noticing the violet eyes and prefect brown hair. Another Grade A Nerd, by the looks of it. The man was handsome in a ‘sexy teacher’ sort of way.

“Everyone, this is my roommate, Roderich.” Ludwig introduced him. “This is Franics, Gilbert, Antonio, and Ivan.” Ludwig had to knock the handful of grass out of Ivan’s hand before he ate it.

“Charmed.” Roderich greeted.

THIS was Ludwig’s roommate? Gilbert was beginning to feel the rise of jealousy within him.

“Nice to finally have a face to put to your names.” Roderich said in a professional manner. “I am one of the doctors who administer your medications.” He looked at Gilbert’s face. “Goodness, what happened to you?”

“I was beaten.” Gilbert answered flatly and looked away from him.

“It is a long story.” Ludwig said to Roderich. “Anyway, I thought Roderich could play all of you some soothing music. He is a very talented musician.”

“How nice.” Gilbert forced another smile.

“Yes, meet me in the center of the park with the others.” Roderich said with a pat of his case. “All of you need some classical music to lighten the mood.”

Francis stood up and helped Ivan to his feet. “Well that is very kind of you! What a nice treat.” He took both Ivan’s hand and Antonio’s. “We’ll be waiting.”

Ludwig cleared his throat. “Let me make sure Arthur has caught Alfred. Roderich, would you mind wheeling Gilbert over to the center?”

“Not at all.” Roderich handed the violin case to Gilbert to hold. “Do try not to drop it.” He said and unlocked the wheels.

Gilbert frowned and spoke in German. ‘You’d best keep your musical hands off of Ludwig before I drop kiss your ass across the park.’

‘I am fairly certain you need to be able to walk before you can do that to me.’ Gilbert froze as Roderich answered in flawless German. He gulped. ‘I take full offense to your assumption. If I wanted Ludwig I would have had him already.’

Gilbert tilted his head back to narrow his gaze at the other. ‘Don’t even get any ideas.’

Roderich stuck his nose in the air. ‘I am on his level of intelligence, but he is threatened by my talents in both cognitive functioning and music.’

‘I highly doubt that. Ludwig is smarter than you.’

Roderich rolled his eyes. ‘I will not argue with some back ally ruffian.’ Roderich had put the wheelchair locks on and left with his case before Gilbert could say anything.

Kiku was sitting on the bench beside the wheelchair and leaned over to rub Gilbert’s shoulder. “Isn’t this a nice idea, Gilbert? I love listening to music!”

“Yeah…it’s great.” Gilbert just stared at Roderich with a sneer as the man prepared his violin.

Perhaps he was jumping to conclusions about Roderich and Ludwig, but he couldn’t help it. Roderich was many things he could never be and perfect for Ludwig. Yet, when he felt Ludwig place a hand on his shoulder, Gilbert smiled up at him. Ludwig returned the smile with his own small one. He brought his own hand up to grip Ludwig’s while the sweet melody of a violin began to play.

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