This is the third time this week Ludwig's picked a fight with you! And you can't even remember what it was about! Something about burnt sausage...? Oh well, it was his fault anyways!, You try to console yourself. If that potato bastard would have some sympathy...

*THUNK.* "ARRRGH! Mein Gott, (Name)! Vhy do jou ALVAYS have to leave zhe kitchen in such a mess?!", Ludwig's angry again. And this makes you even angrier as well. You slam your door and run down the stairs. "Vhat is it now, Ludvig?!", You yell as you walk into the kitchen.

He turns to you, your beloved kitchen knife in his hand. "Vhy do jou leave jour zhings in zhe kitchen like zhis?! I HAVE TO MAKE POTATOES BEFORE GILBERT GETS HERE! FICKEN! IF JOU CAN'T RESPECT ZHE RULES, ZHEN VHY ARE JOU HERE!?!", He stabs the knife into the cutting board. You could have sworn you put away your knife!

"I put zhat knife avay last night!", You slam your fist on the countertop beside you. Ludwig's blue eyes narrow. "Nein. Jou didn't. I don't make mistakes.", He growls through his gritted teeth. "Arrrggh! I've had enough of zhis!", You run at him, startling him, and he falls to the floor. You climb on top of him and starting punching his face.

He returns the sentiment by slapping you across the cheeks. You gasp and bring a hand to the red area. Then you punch him again. "I-CAN'T-STAND-YOUR-ARROGANCE!", You yell in between hits. "HEY, JOU GUYS, It's me, zhe awesome Prus-", The albino appears in the doorway and panics.

"VHAT IN ZHE GREAT FRITZ ARE JOU DOING, (Name)?! GET OFF OF VEST!", He slips his hands under your arms and pulls you off of Ludwig. Then he grabs Ludwig's left hand and your right and cuffs them together. "Vhat zhe hell?! Uncuff us at once!!!", Ludwig tries to pull his hand away from yours, only hurting himself.

Gilbert frowns. "Nein. Not until jou two learn to get along! Zhis is zhe tenzh time zhis month!", He gives you both a dirty look. You turn to Ludwig as Gilbert walks out. "Jou better not argue vith me, zhe sooner I get out of zhese, zhe better! Now let's go vatch TV.", You grab his other hand and pull yourselves up.

Gilbert's already on the couch, watching his favourite German reality show. You and Ludwig position yourselves on the couch just as his cell rings. "Hallo? Ja. Ja. Ja. Really? Ja, I'll be right zhere.", He puts the phone back in his pocket and stands.

"I got to go... und if jou two start fighting again, I'll leave jou cuffed for a month!", He scolded as he walked out the door. You grab the remote with your right hand. "Change the channel and I will kill jou, verdammnt!", Ludwig growled.

"Ja.", You sighed, and flicked away the lone piece of (Color) hair from your shoulder, or were about to, until Ludwig's hand grabbed onto your breast. You had completely forgotton you were cuffed together... and now he was advancing on your less vital regions!

"LUDVIG! Vhat in zhe hell are jou doing?!", You shreiked as he reached over with his left hand and squeezed your other breast, pressing you down into the couch. You kicked your legs. "STOP IT RIGHT NOW, LUDVIG! I'll call Gilb-", He cut you off, pressing his lips onto yours, and biting your lower lip. "Ve aren't supposed to fight, (Name)...", He whispered before kissing you again, this time slipping his warm toungue into your mouth.

You reach your free hand up his shirt and feel his toned chest as he continues kissing you. He raises his eyebrow at you. "Jou are being naughty, (Name). I don't want to yell at jou..", Instead he shoves his hand down your pants, rubbing your inner thighs.

"Mmmfph... Ludvig...", you moan. You grab his hips and push him down onto you. *briiiiiing-briiiiiiiiiiingg* The phone rings and you both nearly fall off the couch. It rings a few more times before the answering machine picks it up and you hear Gilbert's screeching voice.

"JA, I SVEAR IF JOU TWO ARE FIGHTING, I'M GOING TO BEAT ZHE FICKEN OUT OF JOU!! I'M ON MY WAY BACK, AND I WILL KNOW IF JOU'VE BEEN FIGHTING!!! *beep*", The call ends. Ludwig looks at you intently. "If ve're going to do zhis, ve'd better hurry."

You nod and he grabs your pants to remove them first, then you help him with his. His member's intensly pressing through his German flag boxers and dying to get out, so you pull those down as well. He pulls down your (Color) panties, leaving you both 50% naked.

"Okay, Ludvig, fast... before Gil gets home...", You grab his hips again and he enters you quickly, earning a moan from you. He thrusts into you again. "Ficken, Ludvig...." He grips your shoulders. You buck your hips into him and he bites his lip.

"I...I don't know how much longer I can vait, (Name)...", He gasps. "It's okay, Luddy, ve have to be fast...", You thrust with him to speed this thing along.

"Aaah! LUDVIG!!", You scream as you climax. He's not long after you and comes into your most vital regions. He rolls off of you and starts to pull up his pants, and just in time, too.. because Gilbert's pulling into the lengthy drive.

Ludwig buttons his pants and helps you with yours, as well. Gilbert's footsteps are on the porch now, so the two of you sit naturally on the couch, Ludwig flipping through channels, and you leaning on the arm with an angry face.

Gilbert comes inside and eyes you both, staying quiet. "It smells like sex, did jou two have sex?!", His expression goes angry. Ludwig is shocked. "Vhat?! NO!!"

Gilbert sighs. "I should've known zhat vould happen."