Walking with a Ghost

"Quiero un hijo tiyo."

I don't even remember what that meant whoops don't ask me.

"You have too many Pokémon games, Gilbert, dear."
"Shut the fuck up, Mattie. This is the right amount."
"This is all the gameboy ones. Like, all of them."
"Ja. And?"
"And it's too many."
"I've completed the Pokédex on all of them and my legendaries are all level one hundred."
"How do you find the time?"
"I just do."
"Gilbert, you've got to stop talking back to your video games." Ludwig sighed as he entered the room, unannounced.
"You need to stop being a loser."
"Gilbert..."
"Welcome back, bruder!"
"Yeah." Ludwig sat in his usual chair as Matthew waved at him and sunk through the wall. He missed the presence of the ghost already.
"What have you been doing all day."
"I went to work and now I'm here."
"Wow. Exciting." Gilbert laughed.
"It's got to be more exciting than sitting around here all day."
"Nah. I'd rather be here than filling out paperwork all day."
"It pays the bills."
"It's boring."
Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to bring anything else for you?"
"An extra pillow?"
"And?"
"Tell him to bring some weed." Matthew's head popped out of Gilbert's stomach like in the Alien movie, except he was a ghost.
"What?"
"Huh?" Ludwig looked at him, puzzled again.
"Nothing. Bring me some snacks too."
"What kind of snacks."
"No. Ask him about the weeeeeed."
"Bring me some homemade cupcakes."
"You're needy."
"Am not."
"I hate you so much." Matthew hopped all the way out of Gilbert, hovering above him in anger.
"Matthew, you're dead. You can't even smoke weed." Lovino emerged from the wall beside Ludwig, looking like an angry mom.
"I haven't seen weed since that one Dutch guy was here."
"Weed? In a hospital?"
"It has medical benefits, Lovi."
"What's with that look?" Ludwig furrowed his brow.
"Oh...uh...just daydreaming."
"Are you sure you're okay? You've seemed distracted by something since you got here."
"It's nothing at all! I promise."
"I'm just worried about you. If the ambulance was even two minutes later you would be dead, and I'm not interested in burying my big bruder."
"I'm sorry, okay."
"I'm going to have a nurse check you out a little. Maybe hiring a therapist would help."
"I don't need a therapist." Gilbert sighed. "Hey, when can I get up? I want to stretch my legs."
"Two weeks."
"That's so long."
"You'll be able to check out by then, too. I could probably check you out as soon as you don't need IVs but I don't want to risk anything."
"Ja. Good idea." The Prussian looked toward Matthew, arguing with Lovino over something stupid again. He didn't want to leave his new friend behind. What would happen when he had to leave? Could he still visit Matthew? If he worked here he could. But who the hell would want to work at a hospital?
Well, Lovino apparently.
"Bruder, tell me," Ludwig closed his eyes, "do you have any suicidal thoughts."
"Everybody does. The state of the world is terrible."
"Gilbert, be serious."
"Okay, I've thought about it, but never considered doing it."
"Good."
"Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"You mean my date?"
"What date? You have a date?"
"Ja."
"Who is she? What's her name?"
"He's just a guy from work."
"Ludwig, you gay fuck, how'd you pull that off? You're the Virgin King!"
"I'm not the Virgin King, Gilbert. Stop being immature."
"What's his name? Do you love him?"
"I just met him. Of course I don't love him yet." Ludwig's face was flushed, but if you couldn't embarrass little brothers then why did you have them?
"Okay, but what's his name?"
"Feliciano."
"What?" Lovino's ears perked up. "Ask him what his last name is?"
Gilbert was puzzled by the request, but compiled anyway. "What name are you gonna take when you get married?"
"We're not getting married, verdamnt, bruder it's only our first date."
"But what's his last name?"
"Vargas."
"That son of a bitch!"
"Lovi, chill. Do you know the guy?" Matthew soothed.
"Sí. He's my little brother. And I do NOT approve of this relationship. You shouldn't either, Gilbert!"
"Awe! You should bring him in sometime to visit." Gilbert cooed.
"You sick sadistic bastard." Lovino muttered.
"We'll see how the first date goes."
"I know it'll go good, little bruder." Gilbert assured. "I know it will."

:- *breathes in*
:- BOI