"Fratello, it's time to get up!" Giovanni whined when Wolfram yelled while slamming into him. "We're going to Aunty Austria's for Astrid's birthday!"
"Okay, get off!" Giovanni groaned and shoved Wolfram off him who fell to the floor with a loud yelp. Giovanni rolled over so he faced the room, his amber irises showing his displeasure at his brother, the five year old irritated beyond belief as Wolfram laughed.
"Come on, fratello!" Wolfram exclaimed as he popped up and Giovanni glared anew, not moving from the bed when he was aware it was later than usual, around eight which he took pride in knowing. He yawned then nuzzled into his pillow.
"Leave me alone!" Giovanni whines as Wolfram tugged on his bed sheets, his blue eyes narrowing at Giovanni.
"No!" Wolfram shouted as he continued pulling on his brother's bed sheets hard, yanking insistently as his blue eyes narrowed even more, if possible. Giovanni gritted his teeth when he pounced out of the bed with a shout tackling his brother to the floor with a loud thud.
Germany, who had been sleeping, jerked upright with the thuds and screams from down the hall and Italy whined with a yawn as he stretched and opened his eyes sleepily, looking up at Germany with another yawn. Before he could even say anything to his husband Germany was jumping out of bed and running out of the bedroom, clad in nothing but his boxers, his hair flopping in face when he pushed off the door frame into the hall like a blonde bullet, running down the hall and straight to his sons room, slamming it open with a panic.
"Vhat are you doing?!" Germany bellowed as he took in the sight before him and felt irritation. Giovanni was yanking on Wolfram's blonde locks while the small blonde was kicking Giovanni wildly, nailing him in the stomach multiple times. "Let go of your bruder's hair, Giovanni!"
"Nein!" Giovanni screamed at his father when a hand shot out and he was screaming wordlessly in a near shriek.
Wolfram pulled hard on his brother's curl, easy to access seeing as it was low and on the right, he gripped and yanked on that curl. Giovanni began crying out as he stiffened, his body locking in on itself it felt, his screams turning to gurgling gasps as tears began to well in his eyes and he reached down grabbing Wolfram's curl as well making the blonde whine. He tugged hard, just as Wolfram was doing to him, the twins going from whining to screaming when the other pulled to hard, both gaining a flush in their cheeks even as anger shone through in their eyes. Germany heard Italy padding up behind him, knowing so, seeing as the Italian gasped loudly dashing in and grabbed at Wolfram's hand removing it, with some difficulty, from Giovanni's curl and that put Germany into action, doing the same with Giovanni's hand.
"I hate this! I hate it! I hate YOU!" He screamed the words and yet the last thing he shouted was aimed directly at Wolfram who's eyes widened as he froze, tears gathering then spilling down his cheeks in large clear pearls.
Giovanni was standing in front of Germany when, like lightening, no one could predict it, Germany's hand whistled through the air and connected with Giovanni's cheek with a sharp sound that seemed so unreal. It was silent, the crisp slap echoing it seemed before Germany got this horrified expression on his face when Giovanni lifted a hand slowly, touching the glowing red mark on his cheek, each finger mark of Germany's hand clear as day. His eyes were wide, the amber shining like gold with his shock and Even Wolfram stilled in his mother's arms with tears gushing down his cheeks and Italy shifted.
"Ger-Germany!" Italy gasped as he looked at Germany, his own amber eyes wide when Germany's hands shook. He reached out uselessly to Giovanni who ducked and ran out the room with a sob escaping his mouth."Giovanni!"
"Italy, I'm...I'm sorry." Germany got out after a moment or two, shock still coating his face, his blue eyes were dark and Italy hesitated before stepped into Germany, raising a hand to touch his face. He felt Wolfram clinging to him tighter as Italy wheezed out a breath as he stroked Germany's cheek.
"It's...It'll be okay, you just need to go and find Giovanni." Italy instructed weakly when there was a soft knocking on the door frame that got their attention. Italy looked over and felt himself wince at the sight of Prussia, Germany's gaze dropping as if not wanting to see his elder brother.
"I'll go talk to him," Prussia got out in a gravelly, hoarse voice that showed his crying jag from last night. His normally pale skin was paper white, his ruby irises were so dull they were nearly black and were red rimmed, his nose just as red, his hair unkempt and messy. It'd only been four weeks, maybe five, since Prussia was kicked out of his shared home with Austria and he was a wreck didn't want to see what he'd look like in another week or two; he knew, desperately, he needed to help repair things with Prussia and Austria today. Or soon.
"Bruder-" Germany started when Prussia disappeared as Germany lifted his eyes just to catch his brother's back as he left.
Prussia then, with a dull scanning of his eyes as he walked down the hall, keeping his ears sharp, started to scout for his nephew. He heard his brother murmuring to Italy and he looked down the stairs in direction of pattering feet and he went down the stairs, his hand trailing along the railing of the stairs as he moved down the stairs before pausing right in the middle and checked his phone. Nothing. Not even a single call. He shoved his phone into his pocket and finished descending the stairs looking at the dumbwaiter his brother had from so many centuries ago. The very one he would hide in when he was upset. He smiled faintly at the thought and then walked towards it with long strides, opening it up only to have large, wet amber eyes meeting his.
"Hey." Prussia got out as Giovanni sniffled. "Vant to come out of there und talk vith Onkel?"
Giovanni seemed to hesitate as he sniffled, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Ja." He finally got out reaching his arms toward Prussia who picked him up easily. He held Giovanni on his hip and walked to the living room, Giovanni hiding his face in his Uncle's side much like Germany used too. He sat down and placed Giovanni on his lap so he would face Prussia.
"Okay. So tell Onkel vhat happened." Prussia instructed gently as he lightly wiped the tears from Giovanni's cheeks with his finger tips.
"I got mad that Wolfram woke me up early for Astrid's birthday party today. It's at lunch time and it's eight in the morning, I got madder when he pulled on my blankets and wouldn't leave me alone." Giovanni said slowly as he shuffled on his Uncle's lap and rested his head on Prussia's chest. "Vati and Mutti came in after and...and I said I hated Wolfram."
"Ahhh." Prussia nodded as he then began stroking Giovanni's hair lightly. Ever the fatherly Uncle figure and comforting all the same. "So you said you hated your bruder. It's not uncommon."
Giovanni looked up in surprise at that. "Huh?"
"Vell, do you know how many times your Vater has said he hated me? Many many many times! Und he's still letting me stay here und visit vith you, ja? Your Vater could say he hated me as many time as he vanted but he vould never be serious. I can tell you right now, being a little Nation practically Micro, you'll live a very long time und you'll say a lot of shit you von't mean. Und you know, better than your Mutter und Vater, that you love your bruder." Prussia explained as he moved his fingers through Giovanni's brown hair, his amber eyes wide even as tears would drip once in a while. He forced a grin at his nephew when a small hand touched his cheek.
"I think Aunty Austria will forgive you, Onkel." Giovanni then said with confidence, his amber eyes burning into Prussia's ruby's and the albino grinned softly, genuinely.
"Danke, kid."
"Bitte, Onkel."
"Everyvun ready?" Germany asked as he stood outside of the car, leaning against it as he looked at his wife, brother and children.
Wolfram's blue eyes were lightly rimmed with red, barely there, though it was obvious he'd been crying that morning and the same went for Giovanni yet they held each other's hand, a silent show for everyone and themselves, they were both forgiven. Italy looked excited, holding the present for their eldest niece his amber eyes glittering with excitement while Prussia looked so close to tears it wasn't even funny. The redness of his eyes seemed more prominent, his lashes wet even if his cheeks and eyes were dry, he looked like the very epitome of depressed. However, in response of his question, he got two loud "Si!"'s and two soft, "Ja"'s from his wife and son, then his brother and his other son.
"Let's go!" Italy cheered as he walked to the back to sit in between his sons. "You can sit in the front with Luddy, Gil."
"Danke." Prussia got out as he walked to the passenger side, the doors all unlocking with one loud unison click. Doors were pulled open and Prussia climbed in the front seat with Italy climbing in the back and settling between his sons two seats, both twins climbing in and smiling at Italy. Germany plopped into the drivers seat, the doors all being shut tight and seat belts clicked, when Germany started the car with a soft growl, backing out of the drive way while looking over his shoulder after adjusting his mirrors, then began driving down the street.
"Bruder," Germany started more than aware of the audience they had in the back. "I don't hate you." A snort erupted from Prussia.
"Even if you don't hate me I hate me enough for you UND Austria. Maybe even Hungary now." Prussia replied immediately as he closed his eyes when Germany noticed, with a quick look in the corner of his eyes, saw tears welling on Prussia's lashes. "Tell me vun thing I haven't fucked up in my life."
"Bruder, language." Germany ordered lightly as he tightened his grip, feeling a bit embarrassed." But no vun hates you. I promise. Austria's hurt, ja, but that's to be expected! You slept vith Hungary!"
"I didn't mean too!" Prussia then wailed making the rest of the car jerk, the sound so unlike Prussia. Tears slid down his cheeks when they pulled up to a stop light along one of the busy streets of Germany, the blonde himself turning to his brother with wide eyes. "I got drunk! So drunk I didn't know vhat I vas doing und I didn't even know if I vas going to be able to go home! I got fired, I vas depressed und I vanted to forget! Un-Und Hungary vas just there, brought me to her place und...und, you know, happened before I even knew it und I voke up the next morning. I couldn't hide it from him, even if I vanted too und that's vhy I came to you first!"
"Bruder!" Germany honestly sounded horrified at the sight of his brother wailing his words and crying. For as long as Germany remembered his brother had never, ever, cried in his long life and if he did it was when he was alone. This was new, very new, to be seeing his elder brother breaking down.
"Gilbert!" Italy cried out with an upset tone as he reached forward, stretching an arm out, and grabbed Prussia's hand tightly. "Oh, Gilbert, it'll be okay! I'll help you!"
"I don't know if I can fix it!" Prussia cried as he squeezed Italy's hand. "I have my daughters there und Fritz! I vant to go home so bad but ve're not even talking! I don't vant to lose him!"
"You won't!" Italy replied in a cry, squeezing Prussia's hand tightly. "You messed up, si, but you admit that! Tell him that when you see him and I'll talk to him!"
"It'll be alright, bruder, you got us helping you vith this." Germany tried to console but it wasn't as good as Italy. "Don't vorry. Vhen you get there you can just talk to him und tell him how it even happened."
"I tried before! He von't answer the phone!" Prussia wailed again as tears gushed down his cheeks in a torrent so thick Germany felt sick his brother was crying. He wanted to be mad at Austria, a strange reaction, but he understood too well that his brother brought this on himself and there was no one to be outraged at but Prussia yet with the tears rolling down his elder brother's face he felt something twitching and hurting in his chest.
"You'll be okay," Italy began crooning now to the wailing Prussia, leaning forward unbuckling himself to croon softly into Prussia's ear despite how dangerous it was and Germany twitched with the urge to shout at Italy to sit down.
Germany then got silent as he focused on driving, Prussia's wails subsiding to strange tiny hiccups as Italy stroked his brother's hair softly. He realized then, with a soft jerk, that Italy had known Prussia for some time; longer, since he was a child and Prussia was a pre-teen, possibly even a young teen back then in national years. He looked at Italy and Prussia out of the corner of his eye for a moment as he drove before turning his attention to steering. He felt a strange burst of jealousy so intense he clenched his jaw tightly and tried to focus on driving rather looking at his wife and brother; there was something strange about how Italy's amber eyes would meet Prussia's wet ruby ones, the clash of his light brown hair against Prussia's silver. The way they whispered then to each other knowingly and how Italy would pat Prussia's cheek lightly and they murmured then whispered rapidly. How they looked strangely good together.
It seemed to take forever for them to get to Austria's, what with jealous still bubbling low in Germany's stomach at Italy's proximity to Prussia, their lower pitched murmurs. When they pulled up Prussia had a mask of carefully blank emotions while panic made his eyes glow. "You'll be okay, Gil." Italy encouraged and squeezed Prussia's hand and shoulder when he moved his free hand across his shoulders.
"Ja." Prussia said blankly when he stepped out of the car, Germany uncurling his fingers from that tight grip on the wheel to step out. Italy helped his sons unbuckle then stepped out himself, holding the present in his left hand as they slammed the car doors shut.
"Alright, every vun ready to go in?" Germany gritted out getting the attention of all four of his small family. Prussia was opening his mouth to speak, Germany already glaring, when the front door of the house whipped open.
"Vati! " Astrid screamed as Prussia turned to her, her short bangs falling into her face as she sprinted across the yard and launched herself at Prussia. He swung the small albino girl around happily, both now grinning happily as she was set down, her wince visible briefly before she beamed. "Vati! Vati, did you come home to stay?"
"Vell, I'm going to talk to your Mutter." Prussia explained as his daughter beamed anew as he squatted to her height. She threw her arms around his shoulders making Italy giggle.
"Astrid~ Looks like someone's getting lumps~" Italy pointed out as Astrid pulled back from her father and then blushed as she looked at her chest. It was indeed sticking out lightly, little tiny lumps and she blushed.
"Psh." She snorted as she crossed her arms across her tender chest.
"Caio, cousin!" Wolfram then greeted brightly and Astrid smiled as she walked over to her cousin. Being older she stood at a firm four foot nine, nearly five foot already, which was superior to Wolfram's four foot five inches. He stood at her stomach height, just below her budding chest, but it was adorable when she ruffled his blonde hair happily, his curl forming a heart immediately.
"Hallo, ya veirdo!" Astrid exclaimed happily as she then hugged her cousin. Then Mia was walking out and smiled at her father running over to him immediately, her hair that'd been at her shoulders, grew down past it in the four weeks Prussia had been gone.
"Shall ve go in?" Germany asked as Prussia straightened, the small brunette on his hip and Astrid grinned nodding running over to her father, beaming, as she took his hand and the three disappeared in the house.
"How do you think this will go?" Italy asked nervously as he looked at Germany who was staring moodily at where Prussia had disappeared. Then he caught sight of something in Germany's face that had him giggling. "Oh my! Luddy, are you jealous?"
"Nein!" Germany denied quickly and Italy giggled again, his bobbing curl forming a heart much as Wolfram's had. He smiled widely at Germany then, slipping his hand into Germany's squeezing it gently.
"Don't worry! No one, not even Gil, can take me away! I'm yours, Luddy!" Italy exclaimed happily only to be pulled into a kiss that had Wolfram laughing and Giovanni blushing.
"You're so embarrassing!" Giovanni shouted sounding more like a teenager than a five year old and he ran into the house with Wolfram giggling, much as Italy had.
"I think it's cute, Mama~" Wolfram assured as he grinned then disappeared into the house much as Giovanni had. Germany sighed when Italy giggled anew and walked forward tugging on Germany's hand happily.
"Let's go~" Italy chirped while tugging on Germany's hand until the German locked the doors to the car and began walking forward.
He sighed like it was a big hassle. "Ja, ja." He said this was a smile that proved it was anything but a hassle. A smile Italy knew proved how much his Germany loved him and it made him beam in a way that was identical to Astrid's moments ago.