Prussia sighed as he walked into his home, closing the door quitly.
He slowly touched the bruise on his cheak and winced.
"Give him back, Gilbert."
"What?"
"Do I need to make myself anymore clear? I want my son back."
"Bruder?"
Gilbert jumped and looked threw the door way to see a blonde-haired little boy and smiled.
"Bruder, We both decided this was what was best for hi-"
"Bull crap! I never wanted to give him to you! You took him from me!"
"Why were you gone so long, Bruder?" The little boy practicly whispered, almost hiding behind the door-way.
Prussia did the best grin he could muster at the moment before plucking the small boy into his arms.
"I was just"
"I may not be the smartest guy, but at least I know how to raise a child; instead of just forcing him onto tutors like you!"
"at the bar and I ran into some old colleagues. We lost track a' time s' all."
Germany seemed to buy it as he shrunk into Prussia's trench coat, burying his head in the older Nation's chest.
Prussia sighed and walked into his and Ludwig's bedroom that they shared.
"How Prussia... H-how could you do this to me?"
"I... I-I-"
Gemany fell asleep peacefully, so quit you'd swere he was dead.
Gilbert, seeing his job done slipped off his boots and went to bed.
"You don't deserve him!"
And with those words echoing in his ears, he closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry, France."