“Luddy!” You called, padding through the house nonchalantly. You paused, dipping your spoon into the sticky jar of peanut butter in your hand, licking it off with a guilty smile. Part of the pleasure in eating it was the fact that it wasn’t yours. It was Ludwig’s...but he was too busy to stop you from raiding his pantry.
“(y/n)! Go eat zat in ze kitchen!” Your friend boomed, standing in the doorway with a stern look on his face. Though he was only a year older than you, he emitted an aura of superiority. You swallowed, hiding your surprise with a snide, ‘yes, sir.’
He scoffed, before coming closer and ruffling your hair. You wrinkle your nose, and glared at him.
“Come on, I don’t vant to clean zat up.” He murmured, turning you by your shoulders and pushing you toward the kitchen.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. House rules.” You mumbled, continuing to lick the spoon as you resisted his efforts. It surprised you that he hadn’t raised a complaint about your messy snack. Ah, well, you weren’t about to start complaining.
“Frau, I vould greatly appreciate it if you shtopped. Bitte.” You squealed unexpectedly, turning to face him.
“Say that again.” He furrowed his brow, alarmed.
“(y/n), do I really have to repeat myself? Has your hearing gone out?” He asked with a playful smile, gently tugging on your ear. You shook you head, pushing his hand away,
“No, no, speak german again!” You insisted, wrapping your sticky fingers around the cloth of his shirt. He looked down at your hand for a moment, a look of horror spreading slowly across his features.
“Großartig, Frau, nun muss ich mich umziehen gehen.(1)” He started with a sour expression. You took your hand away, then looked down at the peanut butter smears. As if sensing the evil genius in you stirring, Ludwig reached out clamped his hand on your shoulder. You grinned evilly up at him.
“(y/n)...” He breathed, his eyes showing alarm. “Don’t do somezing zat you vill regret...” You considered his words for a moment, then began to scrap your spoon against the jar’s sides, in an attempt to capture all of the sticky substance. Ludwig watched you suspiciously.
Hiding a smirk, you transferred the peanut butter to your thumb, and without a due, smeared it across his cheek.
Silence reigned between the two of you as a scary smile curved the corners of his lips. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, you thought as you turned and bolted.
“No! No! Stop it!” You scream through giggles, tears streaming from your eyes. Your lungs fought for breath uselessly as you tried to get away from your enraged friend. You perk up when you hear the front door open and close. That must have been Gilbert. “Gilbert!” You cried, before Ludwig dragged you back and pinned you under him.
The door to the kitchen swung open a moment later, revealing Gilbert. His eyes were wide, and there was a blush on his cheeks. You frowned for a moment, kicking at Ludwig.
“Stop it you bastard!” You managed to squirm out from under him.
“You’re zee one zat started it.” He chided, rising to his feet and smoothing back his disheveled hair. Following his example, you brushed off your now stained shirt.
“So...” Gilbert began unsure as he eyed the two of you.
“It’s his/her fault.” You both say, pointing at each other accusingly.