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Man…  The time we spent on the farm was nice. Really nice. All that quiet did me good and now that we're back in more noisy places simply makes my ears go "boom boom boom", but I'll get reused to it pretty soon. One of the things I won't forget pretty soon is Georg's little "strip" show (dear god… my mouth still waters at the thought) and another one would be Tom's little accident about which I'm pretty sure everyone knows about already. Poor Tomi, I actually feel for him, but that should be a lesson for him; the only superhero on this bus is Super Georg because HE can do anything.

Okay… so sorry for my little fangirl moment, but it happens even to the best of us sometimes.
Sooo… we spent the past days in Italy. I was pretty surprised that we had to go from Paris right to Venice, but I later found out that everything was about this fashion show the guys had to attend to in Milan.

We got to the hotel we were staying at pretty late. I think it was somewhere around 11 pm.
We were all sleeping (yeah, there's nothing much to do on the bus while we're on the road) when the driver yelled at the top of his lungs "WE'RE HERE!!".
I woke up startled and started rubbing my eyes. I made a few steps out of my warm bed and opened the door, but as I made my first step out I was pushed back and hit my head against the doorframe.
"Oy! That HURT!" I hissed in pain.
All I could hear was an ecstatic "Sorry!".
"That was Bill?" I asked going to look out the window.
My twin joined me as I watched our brother literally run for the hotel. It seems that he didn't enjoy the farm that much.
"Dear god. The Road Runner is nothing on him," Anne joked.
"Well, at least we know who didn't like the farm life," Gustav added grinning.
His voice made me jump a little. I didn't even notice when he appeared behind us. "Can't you just make some NOISE when you walk, Gus?" I asked while pressing my hand to my chest.
He just grinned and shrugged. The only thing that passed through my mind was 'silent but deadly'. Yeah. I think that describes Gustie best.

"Are you planning on blocking the hallway the whole night?" Tom brought me out of my contemplation.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Do you mind, Thomas?" I said sarcastically (well, his full name isn't Thomas; he's just Tom, but even mom uses our 'formal' version). "I'm not moving from here," I added crossing my arms. Anne chuckled lightly.
My brother raised an eyebrow then glared at me. "Then I guess I'll move you from here myself," he grinned evilly. Tom grabbed me by my waist and lifted me on his shoulder so that he was holding my legs so I wouldn't kick or try to escape and the other side of my body bent over his back.
I tried to hit him, but I just hurt MY hands instead. "HEY!!" I screamed. "LEMME GO, you old bastard!!"
"Pffff… you should be happy you don't have to walk to your room," Tom laughed.
"ANNEEEEEEEEEE!!! GEORG!!! GUSTAV!!!! HELPPPPP!!!". I looked around me terrorized, hoping that SOMEONE will come to my aid, but noooo. Everybody was too busy laughing.

I kept screaming until Tom got out of the tourbus. "Shut up," he commanded. "My ears hurt."
I was just about to let out a mighty scream when I felt something… strange. I pulled Tom's cornrows as hard as I could. He barely flinched.
"Mr. Kaulitz, did you just slap MY ass?" I snarled.
"Yeah. Why?" he asked nonchalantly.
"You have no idea what I'll do to you when you let me go."
Now we were just about to walk through the glass door of the hotel and I have to say that it was the very first time I felt sorry that no paparazzi waited for us outside.
"What if I don't let you go?" my brother asked.
My eyes almost popped out. "Wha… that's not even possible! You can't sleep or shower like this, so you'll have to let me go eventually," I gave him my genius reply.
"That's what YOU think," Tom chuckled.
Now I was downright panicking. I looked around me and my eyes fell on… (thank god) Bill. "BILLAAAAAAAA!!!" I screamed once more. "Rescue me!! Tom wants to do dirty stuff to me!!"
Bill's jaw dropped and in the next second he was right beside me and freed me from Tom's grip. I have no idea why, but I stared sobbing there like an idiot, the whole hotel staff staring at us. Then I just realized how… wrong my words came out earlier. I wanted to apologize, but the idiot deserved it, so I closed my mouth.

Bill wrapped his right arm around me and led me to my room, not before giving Tom another glare. The whole way to my room he just rubbed my back and whispered things like 'It's okay' or 'He didn't mean it'.  At least now he handles crying fits better. When we were little Bill just started crying along with us instead of calling mom.
My brother opened the door for me with a little smile, obviously pleased with himself because he made me calm down.
"Can I kill him?" I muttered before he got out.
"No," Bill replied dryly.
"Oh, come on! You know he deserves it!" I whined.
"No violence while I'm around!"
"But…"
Bill raised an eyebrow. "Val, don't start. No means no, okay?"
I huffed and nodded. He smiled and blew me a kiss and got out of the room.

I plopped myself on the huge bed and stared at the ceiling. I wanted revenge for being dragged around like that, so I calculated my options. Bill… hmmm… I'll keep him out of it. He had nothing to do with it and he's my favorite bro after all. Anne… pffff… doing something bad to her it's simply against my religion. Georg… he's just so… and… damn… I can't do anything to him either. Gustav… he's just Gustie bear. I'd rather hug him to death. Tom… ha! I've found my victim. It was only his fault. He slapped my private ass and made me cry. Revenge sounds fair enough.

While I was trying my best to get any possible ideas from the white ceiling, the door burst open and my twin and Tom came in with my and Anne's stuff. I really wanted to throw a shoe or something at Tom, but I just realized that I was wandering around just in socks (I didn't have enough time to put any shoes on), so I searched through my pockets for something potentially hurtful. The only thing I found was my celly and I threw it at my brother's head without giving it a second thought.
Before I had time to feel sorry about it, Tom caught it and told me "You'll never see it again" and ran out the door. I facepalmed myself then ran at the door, but no sign of Tomi dearest. "Fuck," I cursed.
I tuned to face my twin with a beaten look. She smiled apologetically and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. We were quiet for a couple of minutes, but I could clearly hear Anne's mind working. All of a sudden she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the elevator.
"Where are we going?" I asked confused.
"To ask the receptionist about Tom's room," she answered sweetly.
I never was so grateful that Anne knew what I wanted without telling her.

I was happy to find someone at the reception despite the late hour. I glanced quickly at a clock. It was past 1 am.
Anne knocked lightly on that high desk. "Excuse me, miss?"
"Mmmmmm?" The young girl stared at us for a second before waking completely. "Sorry, I fell asleep for a moment," she apologized slightly embarrassed. "How can I help you?"
"Can you please tell us in what room is quartered Mr. Tom Kaulitz?" my sister asked politely.
"I don't know if I should tell you…" the girl started.
"Please? We're his sisters."
"I'm not allowed to…"
Anne rolled her eyes.
"I can call Bill or Georg…" I suggested shyly.
I quickly dialed a phone number and when I was about to press 'call' the receptionist stopped me.
"No, please. It's my first day here and I don't want trouble." She looked quickly through some papers then smiled at us nervously. "It's room 341."
"Thank you very much," we said at the same time and turned to take the elevator.
"What now?" I asked impatiently.
"Wait for me in front of Tom's room. I'll be right back," Anne grinned at me and disappeared in our room, which was pretty close. We had room 339.

I was tapping my right foot nervously when my twin placed her hand on my shoulder. "Stop it. You're making me nervous too."
I relaxed my shoulders and smiled a little. "Tell me about your big plan."
"I have only these," she pointed at the toothpaste, makeup and lipstick in her hands. "Guess we'll have to be creative."
I shrugged and smiled. "Aren't we always?"
We nodded at each other and sneaked into Tom's room. Anne went to Tom's bedside and started painting his face skillfully (sleeping on his back is his bad luck and our good luck when it comes to playing jokes on him) while I looked around the place.

Anne was almost finished when I finally got an idea. I took the lipstick from my twin's hand and walked to the huge mirror hanged on the wall, close to Tom's bed (the mirror that he would surely look at when he wakes up). I thought for a few moments at what I was about to write… threats like "give me all your money or you'll never see Bill again" or… "Georg was here last night and took pictures. He said he was showing them to the fangirls at the next concert", but none of these would've actually worked, so I made it short: "Dear Tomi, don't ever touch my stuff again. We love you!" and I signed with my curly autograph then handed Anne the lipstick to sign on our dear bro's mirror while I poured some toothpaste in his hand and made sure that the first thing he touches is his new favorite T-shirt.
After our genius work was done (ehhhh, it's not exactly what you could call 'creative' but it's better than nothing) Anne took some pictures and I fished my cell from Tom's pocket (yeah, he fell asleep fully dressed) before we snuck back to our room.

The next morning came slowly. I was just about to wake up when someone stormed into our room (ja, leaving your door unlocked is a family thing… I guess). When I was opening my mouth to ask what was going on, that someone pulled me out of the sheets and stuck a note on my forehead then stormed out of the room.
"What the heck was that?" Anne asked while getting some hair out of her eyes.
"No idea," I yawned. "Say, what's this?" I pointed to the blue piece of paper stuck on my forehead.
My twin ripped the thing quickly. "Hey!" I whined while rubbing the red spot.
"It says 'Breakfast's ready! <3'. It's from Tom."
"What's wrong with him?"
"No idea, but let's find out," Anne suggested.
"OK!"

By the time we sat down at the big breakfast table, the guys were already there, chatting loudly.
"'Morning!!" my twin chimed.
The boys laughed at her enthusiastic greet. I eyed Tom. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood.
"Shouldn't you be mad at us or something?" I asked him mesmerized.
"No, why?"
I blinked a few times then whispered to Anne "when did Tom… dunno… GROW UP?"
She shrugged then looked at him.
Our dear brother probably observed our reaction then smirked. "I hope you noticed that last night when you were messing around, I wasn't really sleeping."
I choked with my waffles.  "WHAT?"
"Well, yeah," he continued. "After you two," Tom pointed him fork at us," left, I just got up and cleaned the mess. You're getting old, sis," he grinned.
Okay… Now I really felt lame.
Anne patted my back lightly and gave me small smile.

I ate the rest of my waffles in complete silence.  Tom was right, I was getting old.
"Sooooo… what are we doing today?" Anne questioned.
"Well, we have an interview to do. You two can go shopping or do whatever you like for let's say…," Bill said while eyeing Tom's watch," …an hour. Is it okay if we meet in Piazza San Marco, in front of the Doge's Palace?"
My twin gave me the puppy eyes. I had almost forgotten about her lack of direction. I have no idea why, but she tends to get lost. In times like these I'm really grateful that we look the same (I'm not very good at describing people).
"Ja, ja. I'll find my way around, don't worry, Bill," I sighed.
I stood up at the same time with my twin (man, how I love our sync) and grabbed her hand. It's not very smart, but it's an efficient way of making sure that she's still there when I turn around to check.
I have to say that Venice is awesome. I'm actually glad that we stopped there. Finding the way to the Doge's Palace was quite easy actually, there was no need to ask anyone for directions. Anne says that I just have a good sense of direction, but she's wrong; I just read the signs.

An hour passed quickly and we were messing around with the masks we had bought when the guys showed up.
"How was your interview, bro?" Anne asked Bill cheery then went to give Georg a hug.
"Great, as always. Nice mask. Red is a nice color. Did Val get one too?" Bill asked my twin before setting eyes on me.
"Ja," she replied. "It's…"
"Blue!" Anne and Bill said at the same time.
I glomped my favorite brother. "What's wrong with blue?" I pouted.
"It's nothing wrong. It's just that… it's everywhere on you. Even your shoelace is blue," Bill stated exasperated, but slightly amused.
"So what? The mask looks great with my new jet black hair, don't you think?" I joked.
"Yeah, yeah, you both look great," Tom rolled his eyes playfully.
"Let's leave color problems to fashion designers and go to the gondolas instead," Gustav suggested.
We all laughed and nodded. When we got there, I, Anne, Geo and Gus got in a gondola and Bill and Tom in another one. We were all relaxing and listening to the gondolier while I and Anne were asking the guys about the interview. After we ran out of questions to ask, I remembered that I knew a tarantella too, so I asked the gondolier to let me sing.

Anne cheered for me when I sat up then I eyed my brothers and started singing.
"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie,
That's amore!
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine,
That's amore!
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling,
And you'll sing 'Vita Bella',
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay,
Like a gay tarantella!"

By the time I was finished, the gondola was rocking so hard from all the laughter that I lost my balance and fell in the water. I think I've spent some good 35 seconds in the water before someone realized that I'm a bad swimmer and decided getting me out of there.
"Are you okay?" a male voice asked me. I could recognize that panicked voice out of a million.
"Yeah, Bill, I'm fine." I got my mask off. "Awwww… my mask is ruined. Can I get a new one?"
Tom laughed. "She's fine, just a little wet. Say, did you enjoy the bath, sis?" he smirked.
"Yeah, it was great. Wanna try too?"
"No, thanks. I'll take your word for it."
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Let's hurry back to the hotel. You'll catch a cold if you stay wet," Bill frowned at me.
"WHAT? But I don't wanna catch a cold. I'd better change now!" I said and got my T-shirt off, completely forgetting about the people that were passing by.
Bill gasped, Tom started to laugh and I heard Geo from the other gondola whistling and then reality downed on me. I tried to cover up, but it wasn't that efficient.
My dear brother Tom, like the gentleman he is, got his hoodie off and handed it to me with a grin. "Don't be ashamed, sis. You look great."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're not very smart for a sixteen years old, you know."

Our small conversation was interrupted by Bill's worries and we didn't dare to say anything else (Bill has this really scary dad mode that can really scare the shit outta us at times).
On our way back to the hotel, David (Tokio Hotel's manager) called and told us to hurry up because we had to get to Milan until evening.
Anne helped me to get changed and dry my hair and 10 minutes after we got to hotel, we were ready to go.
At 12 o'clock everything was set and we left for Milan.
I and Anne didn't have much to do for a few good hours so we went to Bill. He was sitting on his bed in his bunk. We plopped down in front of him.
"Bill, if we ask you something…" I started.
"…will you answer us sincerely?" Anne finished.
"Ja, sure," he smiled at us warmly. "What do you want to know?"
"We were wondering where babies come from," I said innocently.
He gasped for a second. "Didn't mom told you yet?"
"No. She said we were too young."
"Are you serious?" Bill laughed. "She gave us 'the talk' when we were 9."
"Errrrrr… men are… different. Come one, Billie bro. We want to know," I whined playfully.
"Okay then…"
That… speech or whatever it was so… freaking accurate that it made me shiver. I mean, of course, we knew the whole story and we were counting on the fact that he'd blush or something, but no, not our Billie bro. In fact, I was tempted to cover my ears, but he made the matter so interesting (in some sort of weird, twisted way) that I listened to the whole thing with my mouth hanging wide open.
"…and that's where babies come from," Bill ended. "Got it?"
"I think so," I gulped.
"Wow, bro. I couldn't have explained it better myself," Tom said while walking in. "I taught him everything he knows," he stated proudly.
"You listened to the whole thing?" Bill laughed.
"To every single part of it. I didn't know you could explain everything so calmly."
"Do you mind showing us?" Anne asked and pushed Tom near Bill on the bed.
Before they could say anything else I ran out of there screaming.
Okay, I'm fine with their 'brotherly love', but I'm not that willing to have nightmares about it.

Now that those memories are back I feel slightly scared. I think I need to eat some skittles.
And remember, kids! NEVER ask your siblings where babies come from. They might actually tell you...

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Man…  The time we spent on the farm was nice. Really nice. All that quiet did me good and now that we're back in more noisy places simply makes my ears go "boom boom boom", but I'll get reused to it pretty soon. One of the things I won't forget pretty soon is Georg's little "strip" show (dear god… my mouth still waters at the thought) and another one would be Tom's little accident about which I'm pretty sure everyone knows about already. Poor Tomi, I actually feel for him, but that should be a lesson for him; the only superhero on this bus is Super Georg because HE can do anything.

Okay… so sorry for my little fangirl moment, but it happens even to the best of us sometimes.
Sooo… we spent the past days in Italy. I was pretty surprised that we had to go from Paris right to Venice, but I later found out that everything was about this fashion show the guys had to attend to in Milan.

We got to the hotel we were staying at pretty late. I think it was somewhere around 11 pm.
We were all sleeping (yeah, there's nothing much to do on the bus while we're on the road) when the driver yelled at the top of his lungs "WE'RE HERE!!".
I woke up startled and started rubbing my eyes. I made a few steps out of my warm bed and opened the door, but as I made my first step out I was pushed back and hit my head against the doorframe.
"Oy! That HURT!" I hissed in pain.
All I could hear was an ecstatic "Sorry!".
"That was Bill?" I asked going to look out the window.
My twin joined me as I watched our brother literally run for the hotel. It seems that he didn't enjoy the farm that much.
"Dear god. The Road Runner is nothing on him," Anne joked.
"Well, at least we know who didn't like the farm life," Gustav added grinning.
His voice made me jump a little. I didn't even notice when he appeared behind us. "Can't you just make some NOISE when you walk, Gus?" I asked while pressing my hand to my chest.
He just grinned and shrugged. The only thing that passed through my mind was 'silent but deadly'. Yeah. I think that describes Gustie best.

"Are you planning on blocking the hallway the whole night?" Tom brought me out of my contemplation.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Do you mind, Thomas?" I said sarcastically (well, his full name isn't Thomas; he's just Tom, but even mom uses our 'formal' version). "I'm not moving from here," I added crossing my arms. Anne chuckled lightly.
My brother raised an eyebrow then glared at me. "Then I guess I'll move you from here myself," he grinned evilly. Tom grabbed me by my waist and lifted me on his shoulder so that he was holding my legs so I wouldn't kick or try to escape and the other side of my body bent over his back.
I tried to hit him, but I just hurt MY hands instead. "HEY!!" I screamed. "LEMME GO, you old bastard!!"
"Pffff… you should be happy you don't have to walk to your room," Tom laughed.
"ANNEEEEEEEEEE!!! GEORG!!! GUSTAV!!!! HELPPPPP!!!". I looked around me terrorized, hoping that SOMEONE will come to my aid, but noooo. Everybody was too busy laughing.

I kept screaming until Tom got out of the tourbus. "Shut up," he commanded. "My ears hurt."
I was just about to let out a mighty scream when I felt something… strange. I pulled Tom's cornrows as hard as I could. He barely flinched.
"Mr. Kaulitz, did you just slap MY ass?" I snarled.
"Yeah. Why?" he asked nonchalantly.
"You have no idea what I'll do to you when you let me go."
Now we were just about to walk through the glass door of the hotel and I have to say that it was the very first time I felt sorry that no paparazzi waited for us outside.
"What if I don't let you go?" my brother asked.
My eyes almost popped out. "Wha… that's not even possible! You can't sleep or shower like this, so you'll have to let me go eventually," I gave him my genius reply.
"That's what YOU think," Tom chuckled.
Now I was downright panicking. I looked around me and my eyes fell on… (thank god) Bill. "BILLAAAAAAAA!!!" I screamed once more. "Rescue me!! Tom wants to do dirty stuff to me!!"
Bill's jaw dropped and in the next second he was right beside me and freed me from Tom's grip. I have no idea why, but I stared sobbing there like an idiot, the whole hotel staff staring at us. Then I just realized how… wrong my words came out earlier. I wanted to apologize, but the idiot deserved it, so I closed my mouth.

Bill wrapped his right arm around me and led me to my room, not before giving Tom another glare. The whole way to my room he just rubbed my back and whispered things like 'It's okay' or 'He didn't mean it'.  At least now he handles crying fits better. When we were little Bill just started crying along with us instead of calling mom.
My brother opened the door for me with a little smile, obviously pleased with himself because he made me calm down.
"Can I kill him?" I muttered before he got out.
"No," Bill replied dryly.
"Oh, come on! You know he deserves it!" I whined.
"No violence while I'm around!"
"But…"
Bill raised an eyebrow. "Val, don't start. No means no, okay?"
I huffed and nodded. He smiled and blew me a kiss and got out of the room.

I plopped myself on the huge bed and stared at the ceiling. I wanted revenge for being dragged around like that, so I calculated my options. Bill… hmmm… I'll keep him out of it. He had nothing to do with it and he's my favorite bro after all. Anne… pffff… doing something bad to her it's simply against my religion. Georg… he's just so… and… damn… I can't do anything to him either. Gustav… he's just Gustie bear. I'd rather hug him to death. Tom… ha! I've found my victim. It was only his fault. He slapped my private ass and made me cry. Revenge sounds fair enough.

While I was trying my best to get any possible ideas from the white ceiling, the door burst open and my twin and Tom came in with my and Anne's stuff. I really wanted to throw a shoe or something at Tom, but I just realized that I was wandering around just in socks (I didn't have enough time to put any shoes on), so I searched through my pockets for something potentially hurtful. The only thing I found was my celly and I threw it at my brother's head without giving it a second thought.
Before I had time to feel sorry about it, Tom caught it and told me "You'll never see it again" and ran out the door. I facepalmed myself then ran at the door, but no sign of Tomi dearest. "Fuck," I cursed.
I tuned to face my twin with a beaten look. She smiled apologetically and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. We were quiet for a couple of minutes, but I could clearly hear Anne's mind working. All of a sudden she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the elevator.
"Where are we going?" I asked confused.
"To ask the receptionist about Tom's room," she answered sweetly.
I never was so grateful that Anne knew what I wanted without telling her.

I was happy to find someone at the reception despite the late hour. I glanced quickly at a clock. It was past 1 am.
Anne knocked lightly on that high desk. "Excuse me, miss?"
"Mmmmmm?" The young girl stared at us for a second before waking completely. "Sorry, I fell asleep for a moment," she apologized slightly embarrassed. "How can I help you?"
"Can you please tell us in what room is quartered Mr. Tom Kaulitz?" my sister asked politely.
"I don't know if I should tell you…" the girl started.
"Please? We're his sisters."
"I'm not allowed to…"
Anne rolled her eyes.
"I can call Bill or Georg…" I suggested shyly.
I quickly dialed a phone number and when I was about to press 'call' the receptionist stopped me.
"No, please. It's my first day here and I don't want trouble." She looked quickly through some papers then smiled at us nervously. "It's room 341."
"Thank you very much," we said at the same time and turned to take the elevator.
"What now?" I asked impatiently.
"Wait for me in front of Tom's room. I'll be right back," Anne grinned at me and disappeared in our room, which was pretty close. We had room 339.

I was tapping my right foot nervously when my twin placed her hand on my shoulder. "Stop it. You're making me nervous too."
I relaxed my shoulders and smiled a little. "Tell me about your big plan."
"I have only these," she pointed at the toothpaste, makeup and lipstick in her hands. "Guess we'll have to be creative."
I shrugged and smiled. "Aren't we always?"
We nodded at each other and sneaked into Tom's room. Anne went to Tom's bedside and started painting his face skillfully (sleeping on his back is his bad luck and our good luck when it comes to playing jokes on him) while I looked around the place.

Anne was almost finished when I finally got an idea. I took the lipstick from my twin's hand and walked to the huge mirror hanged on the wall, close to Tom's bed (the mirror that he would surely look at when he wakes up). I thought for a few moments at what I was about to write… threats like "give me all your money or you'll never see Bill again" or… "Georg was here last night and took pictures. He said he was showing them to the fangirls at the next concert", but none of these would've actually worked, so I made it short: "Dear Tomi, don't ever touch my stuff again. We love you!" and I signed with my curly autograph then handed Anne the lipstick to sign on our dear bro's mirror while I poured some toothpaste in his hand and made sure that the first thing he touches is his new favorite T-shirt.
After our genius work was done (ehhhh, it's not exactly what you could call 'creative' but it's better than nothing) Anne took some pictures and I fished my cell from Tom's pocket (yeah, he fell asleep fully dressed) before we snuck back to our room.

The next morning came slowly. I was just about to wake up when someone stormed into our room (ja, leaving your door unlocked is a family thing… I guess). When I was opening my mouth to ask what was going on, that someone pulled me out of the sheets and stuck a note on my forehead then stormed out of the room.
"What the heck was that?" Anne asked while getting some hair out of her eyes.
"No idea," I yawned. "Say, what's this?" I pointed to the blue piece of paper stuck on my forehead.
My twin ripped the thing quickly. "Hey!" I whined while rubbing the red spot.
"It says 'Breakfast's ready! <3'. It's from Tom."
"What's wrong with him?"
"No idea, but let's find out," Anne suggested.
"OK!"

By the time we sat down at the big breakfast table, the guys were already there, chatting loudly.
"'Morning!!" my twin chimed.
The boys laughed at her enthusiastic greet. I eyed Tom. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood.
"Shouldn't you be mad at us or something?" I asked him mesmerized.
"No, why?"
I blinked a few times then whispered to Anne "when did Tom… dunno… GROW UP?"
She shrugged then looked at him.
Our dear brother probably observed our reaction then smirked. "I hope you noticed that last night when you were messing around, I wasn't really sleeping."
I choked with my waffles.  "WHAT?"
"Well, yeah," he continued. "After you two," Tom pointed him fork at us," left, I just got up and cleaned the mess. You're getting old, sis," he grinned.
Okay… Now I really felt lame.
Anne patted my back lightly and gave me small smile.

I ate the rest of my waffles in complete silence.  Tom was right, I was getting old.
"Sooooo… what are we doing today?" Anne questioned.
"Well, we have an interview to do. You two can go shopping or do whatever you like for let's say…," Bill said while eyeing Tom's watch," …an hour. Is it okay if we meet in Piazza San Marco, in front of the Doge's Palace?"
My twin gave me the puppy eyes. I had almost forgotten about her lack of direction. I have no idea why, but she tends to get lost. In times like these I'm really grateful that we look the same (I'm not very good at describing people).
"Ja, ja. I'll find my way around, don't worry, Bill," I sighed.
I stood up at the same time with my twin (man, how I love our sync) and grabbed her hand. It's not very smart, but it's an efficient way of making sure that she's still there when I turn around to check.
I have to say that Venice is awesome. I'm actually glad that we stopped there. Finding the way to the Doge's Palace was quite easy actually, there was no need to ask anyone for directions. Anne says that I just have a good sense of direction, but she's wrong; I just read the signs.

An hour passed quickly and we were messing around with the masks we had bought when the guys showed up.
"How was your interview, bro?" Anne asked Bill cheery then went to give Georg a hug.
"Great, as always. Nice mask. Red is a nice color. Did Val get one too?" Bill asked my twin before setting eyes on me.
"Ja," she replied. "It's…"
"Blue!" Anne and Bill said at the same time.
I glomped my favorite brother. "What's wrong with blue?" I pouted.
"It's nothing wrong. It's just that… it's everywhere on you. Even your shoelace is blue," Bill stated exasperated, but slightly amused.
"So what? The mask looks great with my new jet black hair, don't you think?" I joked.
"Yeah, yeah, you both look great," Tom rolled his eyes playfully.
"Let's leave color problems to fashion designers and go to the gondolas instead," Gustav suggested.
We all laughed and nodded. When we got there, I, Anne, Geo and Gus got in a gondola and Bill and Tom in another one. We were all relaxing and listening to the gondolier while I and Anne were asking the guys about the interview. After we ran out of questions to ask, I remembered that I knew a tarantella too, so I asked the gondolier to let me sing.

Anne cheered for me when I sat up then I eyed my brothers and started singing.
"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie,
That's amore!
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine,
That's amore!
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling,
And you'll sing 'Vita Bella',
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay,
Like a gay tarantella!"

By the time I was finished, the gondola was rocking so hard from all the laughter that I lost my balance and fell in the water. I think I've spent some good 35 seconds in the water before someone realized that I'm a bad swimmer and decided getting me out of there.
"Are you okay?" a male voice asked me. I could recognize that panicked voice out of a million.
"Yeah, Bill, I'm fine." I got my mask off. "Awwww… my mask is ruined. Can I get a new one?"
Tom laughed. "She's fine, just a little wet. Say, did you enjoy the bath, sis?" he smirked.
"Yeah, it was great. Wanna try too?"
"No, thanks. I'll take your word for it."
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Let's hurry back to the hotel. You'll catch a cold if you stay wet," Bill frowned at me.
"WHAT? But I don't wanna catch a cold. I'd better change now!" I said and got my T-shirt off, completely forgetting about the people that were passing by.
Bill gasped, Tom started to laugh and I heard Geo from the other gondola whistling and then reality downed on me. I tried to cover up, but it wasn't that efficient.
My dear brother Tom, like the gentleman he is, got his hoodie off and handed it to me with a grin. "Don't be ashamed, sis. You look great."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're not very smart for a sixteen years old, you know."

Our small conversation was interrupted by Bill's worries and we didn't dare to say anything else (Bill has this really scary dad mode that can really scare the shit outta us at times).
On our way back to the hotel, David (Tokio Hotel's manager) called and told us to hurry up because we had to get to Milan until evening.
Anne helped me to get changed and dry my hair and 10 minutes after we got to hotel, we were ready to go.
At 12 o'clock everything was set and we left for Milan.
I and Anne didn't have much to do for a few good hours so we went to Bill. He was sitting on his bed in his bunk. We plopped down in front of him.
"Bill, if we ask you something…" I started.
"…will you answer us sincerely?" Anne finished.
"Ja, sure," he smiled at us warmly. "What do you want to know?"
"We were wondering where babies come from," I said innocently.
He gasped for a second. "Didn't mom told you yet?"
"No. She said we were too young."
"Are you serious?" Bill laughed. "She gave us 'the talk' when we were 9."
"Errrrrr… men are… different. Come one, Billie bro. We want to know," I whined playfully.
"Okay then…"
That… speech or whatever it was so… freaking accurate that it made me shiver. I mean, of course, we knew the whole story and we were counting on the fact that he'd blush or something, but no, not our Billie bro. In fact, I was tempted to cover my ears, but he made the matter so interesting (in some sort of weird, twisted way) that I listened to the whole thing with my mouth hanging wide open.
"…and that's where babies come from," Bill ended. "Got it?"
"I think so," I gulped.
"Wow, bro. I couldn't have explained it better myself," Tom said while walking in. "I taught him everything he knows," he stated proudly.
"You listened to the whole thing?" Bill laughed.
"To every single part of it. I didn't know you could explain everything so calmly."
"Do you mind showing us?" Anne asked and pushed Tom near Bill on the bed.
Before they could say anything else I ran out of there screaming.
Okay, I'm fine with their 'brotherly love', but I'm not that willing to have nightmares about it.

Now that those memories are back I feel slightly scared. I think I need to eat some skittles.
And remember, kids! NEVER ask your siblings where babies come from. They might actually tell you...