Drunk in Love

Unfamiliar Places

"Bruder? Vhat are you doing home? I zhought you were staying at Francis's house... Und who is vith you?" a deep voice said, not moving from the spot in the hallway. His arms were crossed across his chest as he stood in front of where the pair needed to go.

"Haha, yeah... Vell, bruder, if I'm honest, do you promise not to tell Vati?" He said, chuckling nervously as he shifted Matt's weight on his shoulder, still trying to keep the drunk boy supported and upright.

"Maybe. Tell me vhat happened." He said sternly, his stoic form still unmoving before them.

"Fine! I vent over to Francis's with Roddy and Eliza because he zhrew a party und I met zhis guy after a while und I brought him here because he didn't have a ride und didn't know how to get home. I am sober und I did zhe right zhing, right?" He said quickly, hoisting Matt up again. Jeez, he gets heavier by the minute it seems..

"Yeah, I guess..." he replied, walking back out out and helping his older brother carry him to the guest room, right in between the brother's rooms. "You owe me for zhis." Ludwig whispered before walking out, grabbing his water and going back to bed.

Matt was out like a light almost the moment he hit the bed, leaving Gilbert to take off his shoes and get him underneath the blankets. It's going to be a long night... He slipped off his shoes and rolled the lanky Canadian under the blankets before sighing heavily and turning to his own room to go to bed.

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Ugh, god, I feel like shit... What happened last night? the extremely hungover Canadian thought to himself, turning over in the bed and cracking an eye open. Good, the curtains were drawn, not much light was in the room. He looked around at his surroundings, quickly determining that this wasn't his room and a million horrible thoughts ran through his head, mostly about sex. Did he go home with a girl, a guy? Maybe a pedophile... he sat there thinking and trying to ignore the pounding headache remaining from the excess alcohol when the door cracked open a bit, light filtering. Matt squinted and covered his eyes, groaning a bit.

"Oh, good, you're up! I brought you some ibuprofen and vater, for zhe hangover." he said, stepping inside the room and looking down at him as he set it on the bedside table. "You vere pretty damn hammered last night, it vas kinda funny..." he said, smiling down at him.

"I'd imagine so..." he mumbled, covering his head with a pillow. Who was this guy? Where was he?

"Do you even remember anyzhing from last night?" Gilbert said, snickering a bit as Matt sat up to take the ibuprofen, his blond hair wild from sleeping.

"Not really, I remember just drinking for a while then it's really fuzzy, then nothing." he said, noticing the other's laugh and running a hand through his hair to smooth it down as he polished off the last of the water.

"So, I guess zhat means you don't remember me, eizher." he said, frowning a bit before shrugging and sitting on the bed next to him.

"No, sorry..."
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holy shit that took forever sorry for not updating but i gog distracted by homestuck and hiding my gay so, until next time!
-Kira