Chapter Text
Saturday, August 15th
6:50 PM
LaGuardia Airport, New York|
“Hello, passengers on board. You have arrive at your destination.”
A teenage boy, about 15 years old tried to shake his brother awake. “Brother, we’re here. Wake up.”
Eyes fluttering open, the other lad, around 18 years old replied, “We’re here already, West?”
“Yeah, we are. Get your stuff, dad is waiting for us.” ‘West’ stood up and got his and his older brother’s carry-on from above there seat. “Here.”
“Thanks, West. Now let’s go.” They got their belongings and left. “We get our suitcases here, right?” The older asked.
“I think so,” ‘West’ replied.
“Gilbert! Ludwig!” Someone had called them. They turned around and saw their dad waiting for them. “You got your suitcases yet?” He asked.
“Nope not yet,” Ludwig replied. As the suitcases came, all eyes were searching for their belongings.
“Aha, found mines. Oh and there’s yours,” Gilbert exclaimed.
As they left the airport and got into the car, their dad asked, “You ready for a new life here in America.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Ludwig replied. “What about you, brother?”
Gilbert hesitated and sighed. “Hm maybe…Still prefer Germany.”
“We all do, Gilbert,” his dad said. It was silence after that. Mr. Beilschmidt wasn’t a talkative one and so were his sons.
Guess it runs in the bloodline. Gilbert Beilschmidt compared to the his brother and father was definitely more talkative. But that’s just his outer appearance and personality. In reality, if you don’t talk to him, he don’t talk to you. Simple, as that. The rest of the ride to their new home was quiet like before and as usual. Mr. Beilschmidt was focusing on driving. Ludwig was sleeping and Gilbert was staring at the window, gazing at the streets of New York...his new home.