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a/n: usage of female!reader
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Mornings were so peaceful: the quiet chirp of the birds, warm rays of sunshine floating through one's window, and the delectable smell of breakfast cooking wafting to one's nose. Yes, mornings were very peaceful.... Unless you lived with an albino and his pet bird. Then things would get ugly, especially if that albino woke up to the smell of eggs cooking.

Unfortunately for [Name], she didn't know of the unspoken rule regarding eggs in the Beilschmidt house. She had woken up early and decided to cook breakfast for her boyfriend and his brother. Once she had gotten up, showered, and put on an oversized sweater and jeans, she padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, pulling a frying pan and a carton of eggs. Cracking open one, two, three large eggs, she poured the yoke and the whites into the already greased pan, making sure to not get any shell mixed in. [Name] then threw out the shells and pushed the food around, scrambling them to perfection.

Meanwhile, across the hallway, the eldest Beilschmidt sat up straight in bed. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he took off the blanket covering his pet bird, fondly named Gilbird, and carefully lifted the small, yellow, sleepy bird out of his cage. "Do you smell that, Gilbird? I smell a frau who doesn't know the first thing when it comes to cooking!" The tiny bird gave a chirp in response and flew towards the closed bedroom door, pecking at the doorknob. Gilbert stalked over to the door, flung it open, and crossed the hallway, ignoring the "Guten morgen" his younger brother, Ludwig, said. "Frau!! What is that I smell?" Gilbert evenly said, trying his best to hold in his fury. He stared at his girlfriend's back awaiting her answer, boring holes into her skull with his eyes.

[Name] turned around, holding the spatula in one hand and a plate of eggs in the other. She smiled cheerfully at her beloved, saying, "Good morning, Gilbert. And a good morning to you too, Gilbird. I made a hearty breakfast for you and Ludwig, Gilbert. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast." [Name] handed the plate to Gilbert, unaware of the mistake she made.

Gilbert bit his lip and counted to ten before opening his mouth. "Frau--"

"[Name]," Gilbert glared at his brother for cutting him off, "You didn't know this but for next time--"

"For next time, frau, remember that nobody, and I mean nobody, in this house makes something with eggs." Gilbert glared at Ludwig, cutting him off, before turning to [Name], "I promised Gilbird that I'd protect his baby siblings from being eaten." He gazed lovingly down at Gilbird, stroking him gently on the head.

"O-Okay, Gilbert... But can we at least break that rule just this once? I-It'd be a waste of good food to throw it out...." [Name] tentatively said, now fully aware of the goof she made. "And I promise that none of Gilbird's siblings were in these eggs."

Gilbert looked back and forth between his girlfriend and his pet bird, carefully weighing his options, pondering what [Name] said. He watched Ludwig take the plate [Name] offered to him, sit down at the kitchen table, and put a forkful of eggs in mouth. Watching his brother's satisfying smile as he continued to dig into his meal, Gilbert sighed in defeat. Ignoring the impatient growl from his stomach, the older brother took his plate saying, "F-Fine, [Name]... Just this once, though!!"

Description
a/n: usage of female!reader
--

Mornings were so peaceful: the quiet chirp of the birds, warm rays of sunshine floating through one's window, and the delectable smell of breakfast cooking wafting to one's nose. Yes, mornings were very peaceful.... Unless you lived with an albino and his pet bird. Then things would get ugly, especially if that albino woke up to the smell of eggs cooking.

Unfortunately for [Name], she didn't know of the unspoken rule regarding eggs in the Beilschmidt house. She had woken up early and decided to cook breakfast for her boyfriend and his brother. Once she had gotten up, showered, and put on an oversized sweater and jeans, she padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, pulling a frying pan and a carton of eggs. Cracking open one, two, three large eggs, she poured the yoke and the whites into the already greased pan, making sure to not get any shell mixed in. [Name] then threw out the shells and pushed the food around, scrambling them to perfection.

Meanwhile, across the hallway, the eldest Beilschmidt sat up straight in bed. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he took off the blanket covering his pet bird, fondly named Gilbird, and carefully lifted the small, yellow, sleepy bird out of his cage. "Do you smell that, Gilbird? I smell a frau who doesn't know the first thing when it comes to cooking!" The tiny bird gave a chirp in response and flew towards the closed bedroom door, pecking at the doorknob. Gilbert stalked over to the door, flung it open, and crossed the hallway, ignoring the "Guten morgen" his younger brother, Ludwig, said. "Frau!! What is that I smell?" Gilbert evenly said, trying his best to hold in his fury. He stared at his girlfriend's back awaiting her answer, boring holes into her skull with his eyes.

[Name] turned around, holding the spatula in one hand and a plate of eggs in the other. She smiled cheerfully at her beloved, saying, "Good morning, Gilbert. And a good morning to you too, Gilbird. I made a hearty breakfast for you and Ludwig, Gilbert. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast." [Name] handed the plate to Gilbert, unaware of the mistake she made.

Gilbert bit his lip and counted to ten before opening his mouth. "Frau--"

"[Name]," Gilbert glared at his brother for cutting him off, "You didn't know this but for next time--"

"For next time, frau, remember that nobody, and I mean nobody, in this house makes something with eggs." Gilbert glared at Ludwig, cutting him off, before turning to [Name], "I promised Gilbird that I'd protect his baby siblings from being eaten." He gazed lovingly down at Gilbird, stroking him gently on the head.

"O-Okay, Gilbert... But can we at least break that rule just this once? I-It'd be a waste of good food to throw it out...." [Name] tentatively said, now fully aware of the goof she made. "And I promise that none of Gilbird's siblings were in these eggs."

Gilbert looked back and forth between his girlfriend and his pet bird, carefully weighing his options, pondering what [Name] said. He watched Ludwig take the plate [Name] offered to him, sit down at the kitchen table, and put a forkful of eggs in mouth. Watching his brother's satisfying smile as he continued to dig into his meal, Gilbert sighed in defeat. Ignoring the impatient growl from his stomach, the older brother took his plate saying, "F-Fine, [Name]... Just this once, though!!"