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Ludovic laughed a little at the puffed-out cheeks, then blushed deep red at the thought of himself and Italy all grown up. ”I hope she’s always part of my Empire,” he said, nodding. ”An’ I hope someday Prussia will join me, too—then it’d be like a lot of the fam’ly was all together! Do you… ever hear from him? Gilbert?”
“Yes, I do. He sometimes writes me letters. Of course Roderich has to stick his nose into them before I even read them.” Her laugh masked her disappointment in this. Knowing that Roderich read the correspondence between Gilbert and herself didn’t allow them to be genuine and tell each other what they were really thinking. “But he’s happy. He tells me that he’s training to become a knight.”
"You let him read your letters? He reads mine, too--even when it's not his place to read them." Tears welled up again and Ludovic blinked furiously to keep them at bay. "I hate it when he does that. I just want to hit him so hard he falls down a well. Vati tol' him to take CARE of his siblings--not to take OVER them!"
He reached into his pouch for the damp, disgusting handkerchief and dabbed at his eyes. "I wish I was with Gilbert. I wish ev'ything was like it used to be when we were all little--when I wasn' the on'y one growing backwards." Ludovic hid his face in his hands. "Jus' pretend I'm invisible, all right? I'm too grown up to be acting like this. Papa Rome would die of shame at me."
