Second story~ Ok, this will be a bunch of drabbles going though the PruCan pairing~ 5 comments= a post~
"Giwwy! Giwwy, wet's pway House! Giwbiwd can pway too!" A small, rotund Canadian boy dressed in red stumbles up to an albino child in black. The Canadian in red has wavy golden hair, and big, owlish purple eyes. red overalls on, with a white undershirt. The front of his red overalls are smudged with a clear amber substance. His rosebud lips stretch into a sweet smile, and his stubby hand takes the albino's.
"Kesesesesese~ Only if Birdie is my birdie~" His eerie red eyes glint. The tiny pre-school playground if full of playing children. The big kid, Ivan, is toddling after a small asian boy named Yao, who waddles along with his posse of siblings, and stuffed cat toy in his arms. The black haired siblings all bicker and slap at each other, yelling in respective asianic langages. There's a loud, blonde American boy hanging off the balcony of the little blue play house, laughing obnoxiously, and yelling about superheroes. The tattered red cape he wears everywhere flutters limply in the breeze.
"I'ww be youw Biwdie..." His little voice is muffled by the big, fluffy polar bear plush that's the envy of all the play circle. A little boy with a scowl and huge eyebrows runs past, knocking the tiny Canadian down. The eyebrow child is followed by a laughing, long haired boy, dressed in flamboyant clothing. The boy tramples over Matthew, not even seeing or feeling him.
"Birdie...? Are you crying...? Did Arthur and Francis hurt you?" The albino reaches down and hauls up the smaller boy, who has tears running down his face.
"Bwothew and Awthuw huwted me. They gave me a boo-boo!" He sniffles and wipes his button nose on the stuffie in his arms. Gilbert's chest puffs up and he stomps up to the two boys, who are now arguing about hair.
"You hurt my friend! Say you're sorry!" His lower lip pops out as he pouts about his trampled Canadian. The boys look at him strangely.
"Who are you talk about, ami? There is no one there, just a teddy bear." His cerulean eyes widen and scoff at Gilbert's foolishness.
"Yes there iiiisss~!" Gilbert whines, shoving Francis. "Say you're sooorrryyyyy~!" His tiny nose sniffles as tear come to his eyes.
"Don't be a bwoody wankew! Dare is no one dare!" Arthur totters up and smacks the other child with a pudgy fist. "Weave my boyfwiend awone!" He is pouting now too. Matthew wobbles up and hugs Gilbert.
"Stop fighting! That's my bwothew!" Just as Arthur goes for another swing, he is scooped up by a stern faced man. The Brit squeals his displeasure and flails his limbs.
"No fighting." The man's long blonde hair frames a scowling face. He has big bags under his eyes, and a clenched mouth.
"Aww, relax~ They were just playing~ Right little ones?" Another man with curly brown hair and an easy smile clings to Georg. Arthur immediately reaches to Roma, tears in his eyes. All the children crowd around the tan man, clamoring for sweets.
"You'we cwazy, Giwbert! Cwazy! Even de fairies say so!" Arthur's words stung both Matthew and Gilbert. They had lost this battle. But the next will be another story.
