Don't Touch My Computer! [Germany/Prussia]

Ludwig was very much a man of routine so he had taken the dogs out promptly for their walk. It was actually an enjoyable experience for him because he loved his dogs. They were well behaved mostly impart to who their owner was but all the same they just were. As it were he made the rounds of the neighborhood twice so the dogs got all their business done, and then he made his way back to his home which he noted needed the outside power washed. The man had some trouble getting his German Shepherd to stay still as he fiddled with his house keys and opened the door walking in. The home was silent except now dogs were scampering inside the living room. With a heavy sigh he gave a small smile as he closed the door and watched them. Moving across the floor into the kitchen he opened the pantry door and reached to the bottom shelf pulling out dog biscuits and awarding precisely four each, no more no less. Though his damn brother had the habit of giving them more and table scraps which made him more than irritated.


The home really was too quiet but he was under the impression Gilbert was downstairs playing something. As the dogs munched happily on their biscuits he made a go upstairs to grab something he forgot to bring down earlier. With just as quiet of feet he walked up the wooden stairs and down the hall to the room Prussia was in. Unaware of the intruder he opened the door before stopping and staring.
"W--What are you doing!" He managed suddenly feeling his personal space was violated.

The walk was so unimportant right now that he could've forgotten about it happily. The fact was someone that was not him was at his computer! The sheer fact that Prussia would even touch his personal desktop was unfathomable and more or less triggered his OCD as many suspected he had. With a stern expression that was icier with his anger he strode over, grabbed the arm of the swivel chair and wheeled it away from the desk. He then took Prussia by the arm and pulled him up off the chair and out of the computer room with a huff.
"Do I need to start locking my doors? You do not go on that without MY permission and that does not mean do as you wish!" Germany commanded as he was stellar at doing.

He could positively just kill the man right now he was getting so annoyed but that was just irritation speaking. As Prussia made his way back to Germany's desk he bristled. Someone was going through his things, in his office, on his computer! If it wasn't for it's necessity he would never own a damn computer. It was so easy for people to look into things they shouldn't and unless you caught them you would never know. There was the simple fact Prussia was such a deviant he didn't trust him anywhere near a piece of technology like this. The man had his own laptop so why was he even bothering him at all? Honestly it was just beyond him the reasoning for Gilbert's idiocy.
"You can go and wait for your laptop to be finished whatever it is doing! Unless you have permission you do not get on here, at all!" Germany made sure he sounded commanding enough to make this serious. After all if there was one thing he hated and it was his space being occupied by people even it was his family.

"You can check it under my watch meaning I will be standing right here." Ludwig folded his arms against his chest and stood firmly in his spot.
"Further more I am hiding nothing indecent because I am not like you." He added as an side note to this fuss. Why was it Gilbert insisted to always push him more and more? His temper was very obvious when you did things he did not want you to do and so he was highly irritated right now. If Gilbert even so much as glanced at another page that wasn't his email he was going to hit him and that was what brother's did; German brothers anyway.

Oh Germany knew that Prussia spent most of his time online; it showed because the man barely cleaned and hid in the basement all day. However this did not stop him from assuming that Gilbert was going to do something devious online. The internet had many venues in which people could look up the weirdest things; he should know but there was no way he would let Prussia know this. Instead he kept his feet planted on the floor and did not budge at all.
"You may not break it but you are going to do something weird on there if I turn my back." The blonde replied frowning a bit. Of course he had a gut feeling it would be his luck that something pressing came up that required his full attention elsewhere.

Germany frowned and folded his arms against his chest staring Prussian down like a drill instructor. Instead of saying anything he let his arms to fall to his sides and walked out of the room. Was it Prussia's sole goal in life to piss him off? Ludwig knew in about two hours or less he would be back to not being so angry with the albino. Just for now he was going to huff downstairs and finish cleaning up and getting ready for dinner later.
"You can't get away from the internet for two seconds can you? Instead of waiting for your laptop to finish doing whatever you bother my computer."

"You go into my office without my permission, use my computer, you do that with everything in this house that isn't yours. It is as if you have no manners what so ever." The blond haired man grumbled as he made his way into the kitchen. Pulling out various pots and pans he could not help but feel slightly irritable; well not even slightly but very irritable. It appeared that only Gilbert could really get him this riled up which was an annoying thing. Germany debated on whether he should even fix dinner for the both of them now and force Gilbert to fend for himself. Except for when he was younger he did not remember a time when Prussia actually cooked his own food; at least not that he saw.

Ludwig did not stop when he heard Prussia's voice and kept preparing the dinner as it were. He only gave a slight glance over as he went to return two things to the pantry.
"Beef and vegetable stew." The man said and turned back around to continue his endeavor still debating on making Prussia fend for himself. After all it wasn't as if Gilbert never knew how to cook he just never did it. Always leaving Ludwig to do it himself and after a while the blond haired man felt that maybe there was a pretty good reason behind it. If Germany just stopped doing things like this all the time even when he was pissed off at his brother it would change. Ludwig let out a heavy sigh; damn maybe he was becoming too soft.

His face scrunched up a bit, he wasn't really in the mood for stew. Of course, if the alternative was actually having to cook for himself, there was more possiblity of his eating tonight with the stew.

Tilting his head, Prussia pushed away from the doorframe, and walked further into the room, stopping when he was behind Germany. He leaned over his Bruder, having to actually get up on his tip-toes a bit to peer over Ludwig's shoulder, "Isn't it kind of hot for stew?"

Ludwig stood there quietly preparing and only glanced over when Prussia spoke. In a way it was almost comical that his older brother had to get onto his tip-toes.
"Nein, it is perfectly acceptable weather for stew." The man stated before moving away to go to the other end of the kitchen. Just once he hoped that Gilbert would have the sense to cook for the both of them for once. Perhaps Ludwig realized he had grown too soft towards his brother, his sometimes lazy brother. There were many instances where he could have or should have kicked him out. So many times that he should have been more strict, less lenient, not give him the easy route or the benefit of the doubt. It baffled him as to why he was less strict with Gilbert than anyone else, and perhaps he thought he had become too nice in recent years. Besides, it was Prussia that taught him to be upstanding, rigid, and everything that Gilbert once was.

Once was...no longer is, or perhaps that part of his brother was still there? Whatever the reason there were many times Ludwig wished to have the old Gilbert back. The one that did not just laze about, kicked back when he felt like it, and was very productive.

The almost sad aura that dripped off of Germany went over Prussia unnoticed. His attention was fully on the stew, and how much he suddenly detested the meal. It was too hot, as far as he was concerned, but still better then nothing so he'd keep from complaining for this moment. He shot a look over at Ludwig, taking note of the distance he'd put between them.

He took it as a sign that he'd done something wrong. Again. He'd grown used to the differences between them now. He knew that the social awkwardness Germany sufffered from was his fault, as was his OCD, and inability to bend. Sometimes he hoped that by causing trouble like he did, Germany would learn to be more flexible, to relax and just take things in stride. Instead, they just seemed to make him even more stressed, but Gilbert didn't know what else to do.

He may not have been the same man he'd been as a nation, too much had happened for him not to change; but that didn't mean he wasn't still uncomfortable talking about all those little details only pansies like Austria noticed.

"I still say it's too hot, but whatever." He shrugged, and stepped away from the stove, turnin to head back to the living room. "Oh," Pausing in the doorway, he glanced back, not letting his eyes linger on Germny, "Italy called, you should probably call him back."

Ludwig was busying himself getting everything else ready to go with the stew. In his own mind he knew for a fact that the old Gilbert was there, somewhere. Perhaps he wasn't entirely as he used to be but, could he honestly really be surprised? When a Nation lost everything they worked so hard to achieve why would he expect no change? It was just a miracle that Gilbert did not fade away like Rome had done, and the other Ancients that came before. Hearing Gilbert talk he turned to look over at him in the doorway.
"I will once I am finished up here, thank you." He said with a nod, and then returned his attentions to the food.


Perhaps he placed too many expectations on Gilbert to be the same? Maybe he was inadvertently pushing the albino farther apart from him. If this were the case then maybe he should try to be a little less strict, and maybe do something he had never even done before. Be flexible.

Moving into the living room, Gilbert plopped down onto the couch, and stretched out. He made himself comfortable, head on an armrest, one leg thrown over the edge of the couch, and his foot of the other resting on the opposite armrest. This was one of his favorite places in the houses to relax, whe nthe sun was still high it got a just enough light to make him warm, but now enough to agitate his growingly light-sensitive skin. He hated being weak, but since his dissolution it had grown surprisingly obvious that his ablinism was going to start to effect him on a deeper level than just the way he looked.

He already needed glasses when he was reading most of the time. A fact he did his best to hide from everyone, even his brother. Not that he thought West would make fun of him for it, but because it hurt to appear weak in front of someone else. It was one thing to be an annoyance, but another to simply be disabled. And he wouldn't let himself be seen as such. Useless was better then crippled. As far as he was concerned, that's what his eyesight was making him.

Turning the tv, his head lolled to the side so he could watch as he flipped the channels, he went through news shows, football games, a few reality shows, and even what looked like a possible soap opera before giving up. He hopped up, looked back towards the kitchen for a moment before sneaking out of the living room and back upstairs.

Gilbert went straight to his brother's room, and under the bed where he knew Ludwig kept a box of 'things' he didn't want anyone to see. It was a horrible hiding place, but since the only person that usually had access to the room was Italy, it probably wasn't a bad one. Gilbert pulled the box out, and picked out a DVD, then shoved the box unceremoniously back under the bed, and headed back downstairs.

Jumping over the last four steps, he went about putting the DVD in, before moving back to take his posistion back up on the couch. A grin one his face, he clicked play and let the porno start it's run. Cheesy plotline, that would lead to the three on the screen fucking on every available surface, and likely with a few interesting toys if they managed.

He turned up the volume so Ludwig would be able to hear when they started to moan and grunt. More like animals than people.

Ludwig had been doing nothing but minding his business, and especially after the little computer incident. Now he was still preparing dinner, and starting to calm himself down a little bit. As the soup simmered, and started to emit a wonderful smell he walked across the kitchen. Opening up one of the cabinets he pulled out a few spices, and seasonings looking through them. Which did he want to use for the soup? Gilbert's tastes were very picky but, luckily Ludwig had become very acquainted with his odd palate. Without giving much thought to leaving Gilbert alone, which was probably a bad idea, Germany busied himself with the seasonings and looking for appropriate bread. Not just any bread was good when you had a hearty stew. The bread would usually need to be something thicker, maybe like a baguette or some such. While the blonde haired man's thoughts were primarily on dinner, he was suddenly whisked away from his inner mind by a noise. No, not just a noise but, a set of very inhuman noises and grunts.


What in the living hell?

Turning the stove off since he finished the seasoning, Germany walked with the rigidness of a German Officer towards the living room. Of course he stopped dead in his tracks right away upon seeing his television screen. Blue eyes wide, mouth dropped open, an a sense of invaded privacy suddenly prevailed his once food occupied brain. Did Gilbert go all the way up to his room just to get this damn thing? Furthermore, why on earth did he need to watch porn before dinner? Bringing his hand up to his face Germany gave an exasperated groan of disapproval.


"I swear to Gott Gilbert, you are the most incorrigible person in the world. Why did you go and get a pornography dvd? There is PLENTY of television for you to watch on that T.V!" Thus started the yelling Ludwig always seemed to be doing with his elder brother. God, this whole situation seemed entirely backwards to him and it always did. Wasn't Germany as the younger brother supposed to be getting scolded by his older brother? Apparently in this family everything was completely backwards as all hell.

The scenes on the tv screen were lude, and hardly something to be seen during the day. Gilbert was far from ashamed by them though, they were nothing he hadn't seen before. He grinned, a sly grin that most who knew him learned to fear, and listened to his brother begin what would likely leave Gilbert with a bit of a headache. The yelling was something he was getting used too though, so he wasn't too concerned by it. As Ludwig yelled, Gilbert flopped down on the couch, and leaned back, "Relax, West. It's not like there's anyone to see it."

Tilting his head back, Gilbert arched a brow, and stared at the other. "Are you that embarassed? You and I have done far worse then anything they'll do in this movie, so it's not that big of a deal, ja?"

Really, he wondered sometimes how his brother had ended up so uptight. Had to be something Austria had done, the bastard was always so fucking frigid. "Just chill out, and go cook or something. I'll turn it off before we eat. Geez."

Oh honestly, he was really going to sit there and watch this before dinner? Rubbing the bridge of his nose Ludwig let out a groan of distress. Moving his hand away he stood there with a rather scrutinizing gaze in Prussia's direction.
"Why don't you make dinner for once?" Ludwig would fear the kind of mess Gilbert would make. However, if he could get the man to do something other than lay on his ass that would be nice. For too long he allowed Gilbert to get away with murder practically; maybe even that too unknowingly. Well he was not going to stand for the shenanigans any longer if he could help it. Practically stiffly marching across the room the German turned the DVD player off ejecting the DVD. Grabbing it out of the slot like it was a snake about to bite him he walked away.

Tonight no, he was not going to make any dinner. For once he would actually like to be able to relax, even if he knew he had to clean up later. Part of him felt bitter that Gilbert had all the time in the world to sit around, and do whatever it was he did down in his basement lair.

“Hey!” He snapped, getting up as Ludwig took the DVD. Glaring as Ludwig stalked off, Gilbert left the living room in a huff. His brother had already started to cook, and now he was leaving it unfinished. Fuck this. If he wanted to play like that, Prussia was more then capable of doing so. Pacing the kitchen back and forth, fuming mad, Gilbert's eyes turned to the pot on the stove, and a sly grin slid over his lips.

He turned the stove back on low, and went to grab things from the fridge. There was nothing he didn't take a little of. An egg, some ketchup, a bit of mayo, vinegar, he even chopped an apple up and added it. Putting in more seasoning then had already been poured in, he even poured some of the wine that Italy had left into the pot. Once the stew inside was an odd grayish brown, he took a handful of flour and stirred it in, before putting the lid on the pot and letting it steep for a while.

With that done, he grabbed another beer from the fridge and took a seat at the table to wait.

This should be fun.