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Post by Deutschland on Sept 16, 2010 20:58:44 GMT -5
Thank god for small miracles, Ludwig thought to himself. He still is German.
As Ludwig followed his moronic troublesome brother, Ludwig took the time to familiarize himself with his new...home. Home. That word in connection with this place left a bad taste in his mouth. It really was a beautiful ship, but he wasn't sure if he could call it home. It represented everything he wished Gil wasn't. It could hold many people, but it was empty. Gil certainly wasn't lying when he said he needed Ludwig's help. He didn't have much of a crew yet.
He continued to follow Gilbert, wherever he was going. He assumed the kitchen. He winced, finally realizing how much his hand hurt. It felt like he had almost broken it; he would probably have a huge and painful bruise for a while. He grumbled to himself. It will be a long time until I forgive you, Bruder.
Ludwig finally asked the question that was interrupted before the promise of beer. "Gil. You never answered my question. Please tell me you have a... reason at all for this. This isn't like the times before, when we were kids?" Ludwig didn't expect much. His brutalized hand was the proof of that.
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Post by Preußen on Sept 17, 2010 17:09:53 GMT -5
Gilbert stopped just in front of a door that had a gold-filigree placard which read Küche in beautiful swirling letters, and turned slowly to look at his brother, expression relatively serious for the first time that day.
"Nein, not like when we were kids, bruder. I really want to do this; there's a treasure everyone's talking about, something huge and expensive, and if I find it we can be set for life," he explained, a small grin gracing his features at the end of his statement, before he added, tone a bit softer, "You're always taking care of me, ja? I want to take care of you for once, bruder. I owe you that much."
Shaking his head after a moment, he grinned again, his usual expression back as he turned and threw the door open, stomping into the apparently empty room importantly.
"OI, KATUSHYA! The awesome me and mein awesome bruder require beer!" he announced loudly, then added as an after thought, "Und maybe some food, if we have it."
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Post by StarshaSestra on Sept 29, 2010 16:40:42 GMT -5
Katyusha jumped as the Prussian burst in, squeaking and almost dropping the potato and bacon dumplings she was preparing for lunch. Hastily setting the tray on the counter, the buxom Ukrainian turned to face Gilbert, wiping her hands with a checkered cloth.
“You know my rules, Kapitan!” she called brightly, tucking her hair back with a sisterly smile. “Drink after food!”
Katya glanced to the man’s side, bobbing her head and about to greet his companion. She froze, blinking in surprise, a sudden swell of indefinable emotion catching her off-guard and stinging her eyes in a flare of heat. The cook winced, bringing her hand to her face, hiding a grimace and wiping away the sudden streaks of moisture.
“A-Ah, meni shkoda, please forgive: must have something in eye…” Katyusha sniffled, swallowing and giving herself an abrupt shake, before turning towards the paler man again, unconsciously avoiding the newcomer’s gaze and giving Gilbert a trembling smile, stepping back to gesture to the counter. “Feel free to help yourselves. I will go get beer and come back, tak?”
(FFFFFFFFF- THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG. OTL)
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Post by Deutschland on Sept 29, 2010 17:35:26 GMT -5
As Ludwig entered the kitchen, he paused briefly to engulf himself in the delicious aroma coming from the other side of the room. It reminded him of his cooking; Ludwig was of course not a master chef, but he could pull off some great dishes after much practice. He fondly remembered learning how to cook from Old Fritz, and having the luxury to enjoy the food with him and Gilbert. As a family. In the recent years, Ludwig had only cooked for himself. Certainly, food tastes much different when you have more to share. Perhaps food will now taste like it did back then.
Ludwig snapped out of his nostalgia when he heard a familiar woman's voice. Looking at her, he couldn't quite remember where he had seen this woman. But Ludwig had a nagging feeling that he had met her before. There was another strange emotion he felt, however he couldn't exactly say what it was. Guilt, perhaps?
Since he was engrossed in his thoughts, Ludwig barley noticed that the woman-Katushya, he recalled Gilbert called her- had taken a face full of steam and had become much more nervous than before. She discontinued staring at Ludwig and turned her full attention to Gilbert. She gestured to the counter, telling them (but mostly Gilbert) to help themselves. Ludwig nodded a thank you, but he suspected she didn't see it. He turned to Gilbert.
"Gil, did you recruit an old girlfriend or something?" he whispered as quietly as he could. " She is....very familiar..."
Ludwig doubted this; as far as he knew, Gilbert never had much luck with the ladies.
( Now THAT is a loaded question Ludwig. This was inspired by a conversation Gil and I had a while back! <3)
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Post by Preußen on Sept 30, 2010 17:14:01 GMT -5
Gilbert was already stuffing his mouth with dumplings when Ludwig addressed him, and he paused a moment to look between Ludwig and Katushya (where she was getting his beer) before letting out an incredulous laugh, a little bit of dumpling falling from his chipmunk cheeks as he did so.
"You're kidding, ja? I just met her this morning," he told his brother, then quickly forgot the subject and the nagging feeling that he knew her from somewhere; his brother must have felt it, too. Why else would he have asked, right? Suddenly an idea struck him, and Gilbert swallowed his large mouthful of food before looking up at the girl across the room.
"Oi, Katushya. Mein bruder and I agree that you look familiar. Do you have family in Berlin? You mentioned you were looking for someone right?" he turned a slight shrug to his brother as he spoke, indicating that, hey, maybe she looked familiar because they had seen her family around. That had to be it.
((HAHA YOU'RE CLEVER, LUD. 8I Jk, I lol'd. <3 And sorry for the waaaait~!))
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Post by StarshaSestra on Oct 5, 2010 16:18:26 GMT -5
Browsing through the nearby pantry to retrieve a couple of chilled mugs and filling them at the barrel-tap along the back, Katya almost missed what the German had said. She jumped at the implication, almost spilling some of the beer as she scrambled out to correct the misconception, flushing.
“Ni, ni! I am only cook!” She blinked, realizing belatedly that the denial may come across as insulting, and offered a sheepish smile of embarrassment. The Ukrainian bustled back to the counter, holding the two mugs, and set them down firmly, sliding them to the two young men in a silent peace offering.
She blinked up at Gilbert’s statement, pausing in the adjustment of her headband. “Ah, f-family…?” Katyusha’s thoughts immediately went to the house she used to work for, who had surely condemned her and her sister as thieves to their remaining relatives, smearing their names and breaking their hearts. Then they went to her lost little sister, still missing, still all alone and most likely still so angry…
“T-Tak,” she manages, nodding and swallowing. “I look…M-M-My sestrychka…” Almost before she realized it Yekaterina found her lip trembling, and tears began streaming down her face, big and heavy. She shuddered, chest hitching, before covering her eyes and trying to contain her sudden desire to sob. Really, of all the ridiculous…
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Post by Deutschland on Oct 5, 2010 22:08:51 GMT -5
Although it was immature, Ludwig couldn't help forming a teasing smile across his face when Gilbert confirmed that the Katyusha woman was only an acquaintance. Since he couldn't really hurt Gilbert, embarrassing him in front of his crew would have to do for revenge at the moment. Childish yes, but Ludwig could be a bitter person.
"Yeah, I figured as much." he retorted, while grabbing a dumpling. "You wouldn't be able to...Eh. Never mind." He turned his head away from Gil and popped a dumpling in his mouth, hiding a satisfied grin.
A rush of delicious flavor embraced his taste buds. He chewed slowly, savoring the divine taste as long as he could. "These are very good." He took a few more.
He fell silent when Gil asked Katyusha if she had family in Berlin. It would make sense if she did, the almost frightening sense of familiarity was still pounding in his head.
It took Ludwig by surprise when she burst into tears. Ludwig wasn't very good at dealing with tearful women.
"Er...are you alright?"
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Post by Preußen on Oct 12, 2010 11:46:56 GMT -5
Gilbert paused all motion (grabbing his beer, lifting it to his mouth, chewing his food) as the girl began to cry, a slight twinge of guilt running through him; why would he ask her about that? Of course she would start crying, and Gil never did very well with women crying.
Swallowing the mouthful of food and setting down his beer, he moved around the table to Katyusha's side, patting her back in an awkward mimic of a comforting motion.
"A-Ah, now, there's no need for tears, ja? I promised I'd help you find her, and I will, so don't worry," he shushed gently, pitch and tone a little strained as he struggled to find the right words to calm the girl. Plus, he was standing so close to a crying woman...he never did well with crying women, at all.
"S-So, ah, why don't you sit with us, ja? Have some food and beer; it'll help you feel better."
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