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"M-master, there's s-someone at th-the door."

"Let them in (F/n)."

Creeeeaaaaaakk.

'I need to oil those hinges.' I thought.

Before me stood a well built man with slicked-back blonde hair and icy-blue eyes. He stared at me calculatingly, before someone behind him spoke up, "Hurry up bruder, I'm freezing mein a** off here!"

"P-please, c-come in." Damn it! Why do I have to stutter?

He nodded and walked in, revealing a slightly shorter man with hair as white as the snow on his shoulders, and eyes redder than blood. He smirked at me and said, "Hallo Frauline, vhat's your name?"

"I-I'm (F-F/n) (L/n)," I must really seem weak now.

His smirk only grew as he replied, "Vell I'm zhe awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt und zhat vas mein kleiner bruder Ludvig."

At the mention of his brother, I mentally facepalmed. I was supposed to help him, he's my Master's guest. I led Gilbert inside and helped him remove his coat and boots. When I turned to Ludwig to do the same, I found him staring at me once again. He turned away with a slightly red face, which worried me to no end. I couldn't let Master's guest get sick. I walked towards him and retrieved his coat and boots as well.

"A-are you okay s-sir?" I asked.

The redness seemed to deepen, but he answered all the same, "J-Ja, I'm alright. Und please, call me Ludvig. You don't need to be formal."

"A-are you s-sure?" He nodded, as if to answer both sides of my question. "O-okay Master L-Ludwig. Please f-follow me, I-I'll lead you t-to my M-Master."

I turned and walked towards Master's sitting room. "Master, I-I've brought the g-guests. Is th-there anything else I-I may a-assist you with?"

He looked up at me and smiled. "That is all (F/n), unless our guests would like something to drink." He turned to them and asked, "Would you like anything?"

Gilbert was the first to reply, stating, "Some beer vould be nice."

I walked towards the kitchen, muttering a quick, "I'll go get that," as I turned.

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"M-master, there's s-someone at th-the door."

"Let them in (F/n)."

Creeeeaaaaaakk.

'I need to oil those hinges.' I thought.

Before me stood a well built man with slicked-back blonde hair and icy-blue eyes. He stared at me calculatingly, before someone behind him spoke up, "Hurry up bruder, I'm freezing mein a** off here!"

"P-please, c-come in." Damn it! Why do I have to stutter?

He nodded and walked in, revealing a slightly shorter man with hair as white as the snow on his shoulders, and eyes redder than blood. He smirked at me and said, "Hallo Frauline, vhat's your name?"

"I-I'm (F-F/n) (L/n)," I must really seem weak now.

His smirk only grew as he replied, "Vell I'm zhe awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt und zhat vas mein kleiner bruder Ludvig."

At the mention of his brother, I mentally facepalmed. I was supposed to help him, he's my Master's guest. I led Gilbert inside and helped him remove his coat and boots. When I turned to Ludwig to do the same, I found him staring at me once again. He turned away with a slightly red face, which worried me to no end. I couldn't let Master's guest get sick. I walked towards him and retrieved his coat and boots as well.

"A-are you okay s-sir?" I asked.

The redness seemed to deepen, but he answered all the same, "J-Ja, I'm alright. Und please, call me Ludvig. You don't need to be formal."

"A-are you s-sure?" He nodded, as if to answer both sides of my question. "O-okay Master L-Ludwig. Please f-follow me, I-I'll lead you t-to my M-Master."

I turned and walked towards Master's sitting room. "Master, I-I've brought the g-guests. Is th-there anything else I-I may a-assist you with?"

He looked up at me and smiled. "That is all (F/n), unless our guests would like something to drink." He turned to them and asked, "Would you like anything?"

Gilbert was the first to reply, stating, "Some beer vould be nice."

I walked towards the kitchen, muttering a quick, "I'll go get that," as I turned.