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Ludwig's POV

Through the mirror above the dashboard, I saw Alfred and (Y/N) against the left side of the car, gazing out the window, looking at all the foreign markets, clothing stores, and restaurants.

I couldn't help but look at (Y/N). The sunlight helped her look even more beautiful. I smiled and a blush dusted my cheeks as my thoughts went...further. (What are you thinking about, Luddy?)

"Ahem."

I looked over at my bruder*. He glanced over at me, holding a gaze for a couple of seconds. "Was ist los, Bruder?"* I commented.

Gilbert shook his head. "Das eigentliche Problem ist, was ist los mit dir?"*

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Reader's POV

I glanced between Ludwig and Gilbert, talking in German. I wish I knew what they were talking about. All I could pick up on was "bruder" and "ist" which I believe means is.

"Hey, Al. What do you think they're talking about?" I whispered.

From my peripheral vision, I saw Alfred shrug his shoulders. "I have no clue. Hey, (Y/N). Do you think they got a McDonald's here, somewhere?" Alfred said, eagerly looking out the window.

"Hmm...I have no clue but I'm hoping for a Starbucks, though." I giggled as Gilbird rested on my head.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

We soon arrived to what seemed to be the hotel. When the car was parked, we all got out. Gilbert jumped out saying, "Velcome to zhe Ritz-Carlton hotel!"

I looked up at it and my jaw hit the floor, or at least I thought it did.

"Dude, this is AWESOME! Where are our rooms at?! Ah, man, I can't wait!" Alfred exclaimed, starting to run off before Ludwig grabbed him by the collar.

"Calm down. Zhis is a five-star hotel. No screaming, loud noises, and running. Got it?" Ludwig stated with venom in his voice, glaring the American down.

"Uhh, s-sure dude! Um...(Y/N), Luddy's being scary!" Alfred squeaked, practically pleading for help.

"Alfred, listen to Ludwig." I mocked in a mother's voice, smirking devilishly, enjoying the torture Alfred was receiving. 'Ludwig actually looks like he wants to kill Alfie...' I giggled.

"Now, Luddy. Drop him~." Gilbert teasingly said, poking the taller blonde's cheek. Ludwig threw him a death glare before releasing Alfred. "Thank you God for letting me living another day." Alfred got on his knees, praying, making me laugh.

"Alright, that's enough of that. Let's go check in!" I said walking back to get my luggage.

Once inside, Alfred and I were both mesmerized by the elegant decor. Above us was another floor and chandeliers hung from the ceiling. It was hard to believe that this was a hotel and not some rich person's house.

Gilbert walked to the reception desk while Ludwig went three sharply, may I add, dressed men and said something in German. He then pointed to us and they came and to our bags away but Alfred was too busy 'exploring' the place to care...Not like he would anyway.

"Zwei Hotelzimmer. Unter den Namen 'Jones und (L/N)'."* Gilbert said to the receptionist, who enthusiastically gave him the keys after checking on the computer.

"Danke." Gilbert said while he beckoned us to follow him. Once we were on our floor, Gilbert and Ludwig to the luggage from men.

"Alright. Now that that's out the way, which is our rooms?" I asked.

~* Normal POV *~

"Zhe recepzionist said zhat Alfred's room is right here and jour's is...over there." Ludwig said, pointing that (Y/N)'s room was further down the hall.

"Let's start unpacking!" Alfred said enthusiastically.

"Jou know, Alfred has a point." Gilbert said, voice dripping with mischief. "Ja. Vhat are jou saying?" Ludwig glanced at his brother.

"Hey, I'm just saying zhat zhey should unpack. And I bet," Gilbert placed a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder. "Zhat zhey'll need help."

Ludwig threw a glare saying, 'What are you planning?'. "I'm gonna help (Y/N) and you can help Alfred."

(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled. "That's a great idea, Gil! That'll save some daylight. Let's get to it then, shall we?" (Y/N) said, grabbing her luggage, with Gilbert and Gilbird trailing behind her.

"Cool! See ya dudes, later~!" Alfred said, before snatching his keys and practically breaking down the door. Before Gilbert disappeared into (Y/N)'s hotel room, Ludwig grabbed his arm.

"Vhat's vrong, bruder?" Gilbert evilly smirked. "Vhat are jou planning?" Ludwig said tightening his grip, while glaring Gilbert down.

"Nothing~! I vas just being generous." Gilbert smiled innocently. "Vhen have jou ever been 'generous'?" Ludwig said, voice dripping with venom.

"V-vhat? Jou don't believe me?" Gilbert faked being hurt.

"Vhat. Are. Jou. Planning?" Ludwig repeated, darkly.

Gilbert threw a hand up in air. "All I'm gonna do iz help (Y/N). I'm not going to do anyzhing."

Ludwig sighed, releasing Gilbert's arm, allowing him to turn on his heel. When Gilbert reached the doorknob, he stopped. "Oh and Ludvig?"

"Ja?"

"Jou know I'll have to help her put her clothes and maybe, just maybe," Gilbert paused.

"Her underwear~." He purred, before dashing into the room and locking it. Ludwig ran to the door and tried to open it, but to no avail.

~* Inside (Y/N)'s hotel room *~

"Hey, what's wrong?" (Y/N) said, hanging up some of her clothes.

"Nothing." Gilbert smirked, looking out the peep-hole of the door to see his brother raging.

Then loud raps on the door were heard throughout the room.

"You made Ludwig mad, didn't you?" (Y/N) shook her head, disappointed.

"Maybe~." Gilbert said.

"GILBERT! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" Ludwig shouted, through the door.

"But I'm helping (Y/N)~." He replied back.

"GGRRR!"

(Y/N) turned to Gilbert. "Hey. Instead of irritating your brother, why don't you, oh you know, actually help?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So, where to now?" (Y/N) said, as the gang got back into Gilbert's (choice of car). Gilbert swiveled out the parking lot and got on the main road.

"Next up," Gilbert said, pushing the gas pedal harder.

"Zhe Berlin Wall!!"

Description
Ludwig's POV

Through the mirror above the dashboard, I saw Alfred and (Y/N) against the left side of the car, gazing out the window, looking at all the foreign markets, clothing stores, and restaurants.

I couldn't help but look at (Y/N). The sunlight helped her look even more beautiful. I smiled and a blush dusted my cheeks as my thoughts went...further. (What are you thinking about, Luddy?)

"Ahem."

I looked over at my bruder*. He glanced over at me, holding a gaze for a couple of seconds. "Was ist los, Bruder?"* I commented.

Gilbert shook his head. "Das eigentliche Problem ist, was ist los mit dir?"*

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Reader's POV

I glanced between Ludwig and Gilbert, talking in German. I wish I knew what they were talking about. All I could pick up on was "bruder" and "ist" which I believe means is.

"Hey, Al. What do you think they're talking about?" I whispered.

From my peripheral vision, I saw Alfred shrug his shoulders. "I have no clue. Hey, (Y/N). Do you think they got a McDonald's here, somewhere?" Alfred said, eagerly looking out the window.

"Hmm...I have no clue but I'm hoping for a Starbucks, though." I giggled as Gilbird rested on my head.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

We soon arrived to what seemed to be the hotel. When the car was parked, we all got out. Gilbert jumped out saying, "Velcome to zhe Ritz-Carlton hotel!"

I looked up at it and my jaw hit the floor, or at least I thought it did.

"Dude, this is AWESOME! Where are our rooms at?! Ah, man, I can't wait!" Alfred exclaimed, starting to run off before Ludwig grabbed him by the collar.

"Calm down. Zhis is a five-star hotel. No screaming, loud noises, and running. Got it?" Ludwig stated with venom in his voice, glaring the American down.

"Uhh, s-sure dude! Um...(Y/N), Luddy's being scary!" Alfred squeaked, practically pleading for help.

"Alfred, listen to Ludwig." I mocked in a mother's voice, smirking devilishly, enjoying the torture Alfred was receiving. 'Ludwig actually looks like he wants to kill Alfie...' I giggled.

"Now, Luddy. Drop him~." Gilbert teasingly said, poking the taller blonde's cheek. Ludwig threw him a death glare before releasing Alfred. "Thank you God for letting me living another day." Alfred got on his knees, praying, making me laugh.

"Alright, that's enough of that. Let's go check in!" I said walking back to get my luggage.

Once inside, Alfred and I were both mesmerized by the elegant decor. Above us was another floor and chandeliers hung from the ceiling. It was hard to believe that this was a hotel and not some rich person's house.

Gilbert walked to the reception desk while Ludwig went three sharply, may I add, dressed men and said something in German. He then pointed to us and they came and to our bags away but Alfred was too busy 'exploring' the place to care...Not like he would anyway.

"Zwei Hotelzimmer. Unter den Namen 'Jones und (L/N)'."* Gilbert said to the receptionist, who enthusiastically gave him the keys after checking on the computer.

"Danke." Gilbert said while he beckoned us to follow him. Once we were on our floor, Gilbert and Ludwig to the luggage from men.

"Alright. Now that that's out the way, which is our rooms?" I asked.

~* Normal POV *~

"Zhe recepzionist said zhat Alfred's room is right here and jour's is...over there." Ludwig said, pointing that (Y/N)'s room was further down the hall.

"Let's start unpacking!" Alfred said enthusiastically.

"Jou know, Alfred has a point." Gilbert said, voice dripping with mischief. "Ja. Vhat are jou saying?" Ludwig glanced at his brother.

"Hey, I'm just saying zhat zhey should unpack. And I bet," Gilbert placed a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder. "Zhat zhey'll need help."

Ludwig threw a glare saying, 'What are you planning?'. "I'm gonna help (Y/N) and you can help Alfred."

(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled. "That's a great idea, Gil! That'll save some daylight. Let's get to it then, shall we?" (Y/N) said, grabbing her luggage, with Gilbert and Gilbird trailing behind her.

"Cool! See ya dudes, later~!" Alfred said, before snatching his keys and practically breaking down the door. Before Gilbert disappeared into (Y/N)'s hotel room, Ludwig grabbed his arm.

"Vhat's vrong, bruder?" Gilbert evilly smirked. "Vhat are jou planning?" Ludwig said tightening his grip, while glaring Gilbert down.

"Nothing~! I vas just being generous." Gilbert smiled innocently. "Vhen have jou ever been 'generous'?" Ludwig said, voice dripping with venom.

"V-vhat? Jou don't believe me?" Gilbert faked being hurt.

"Vhat. Are. Jou. Planning?" Ludwig repeated, darkly.

Gilbert threw a hand up in air. "All I'm gonna do iz help (Y/N). I'm not going to do anyzhing."

Ludwig sighed, releasing Gilbert's arm, allowing him to turn on his heel. When Gilbert reached the doorknob, he stopped. "Oh and Ludvig?"

"Ja?"

"Jou know I'll have to help her put her clothes and maybe, just maybe," Gilbert paused.

"Her underwear~." He purred, before dashing into the room and locking it. Ludwig ran to the door and tried to open it, but to no avail.

~* Inside (Y/N)'s hotel room *~

"Hey, what's wrong?" (Y/N) said, hanging up some of her clothes.

"Nothing." Gilbert smirked, looking out the peep-hole of the door to see his brother raging.

Then loud raps on the door were heard throughout the room.

"You made Ludwig mad, didn't you?" (Y/N) shook her head, disappointed.

"Maybe~." Gilbert said.

"GILBERT! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" Ludwig shouted, through the door.

"But I'm helping (Y/N)~." He replied back.

"GGRRR!"

(Y/N) turned to Gilbert. "Hey. Instead of irritating your brother, why don't you, oh you know, actually help?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So, where to now?" (Y/N) said, as the gang got back into Gilbert's (choice of car). Gilbert swiveled out the parking lot and got on the main road.

"Next up," Gilbert said, pushing the gas pedal harder.

"Zhe Berlin Wall!!"