Mathew Williams was sitting on the kitchen table holding a notebook in his hands and a sleeping polar bear in his lap. In front of him was a seven year old girl, his daughter to be exact. She had short, white hair that went to her shoulders with a stray curl that fell in front of her violet-blue eyes that were masked by thick black glasses. She was wearing a plain spaghetti-strap shirt with pajama pants. Her name? Matilda, Tilda for short.

"Very good," said Mathew "now let's move over to the 9's and you'll be done for tonight."

"Do I have to? 9's are the easiest ones!" cried the small girl.

"You have a test tomorrow, and your score last week was not the best one." He said not taking his eyes of the notebook. "Now… 9x1=?"

"Nine" she replied lazily.

"9x2=?"

"Eighteen"

"9x3=?" he kept asking.

Tilda let out a sigh, "twenty seven."

"Good…9x4=?"

"Thirty-four"

"Thirty-four?" echoed Mathew.

"No, no, I meant thirty-seven!" she said trying to cover her mistake.

"But that would have still be wrong sweetie"

"Kesesesese, yea 'sweetie' that's still wrong!" said a certain albino as he walked into the room with a yellow bird nesting on his hair. "I thought you said this was easy, didn't she Gilbird?" he asked the bird that responded with a happy chirp.

"You're one to talk Gil," interrupted Mathew "you didn't learn them until the 12th grade," he continued.

"MAAATTTIIEEEE!" he whined "don't make me look bad in front of my daughter!"

"I don't think you need my help with that bear" he replied calmly in his soft voice. Gilbert moved to the other side of the table standing next to Mathew.

"You know, I'm starting to wish the old Mattie was here"

"You were the one who got me out of my shell in the first place," he said setting the notebook down and turning towards his husband.

"Yea, I know, and you owe me for that"

"Oh, so turns out I owe you know?" he said with fake surprise placing a hand on his chest.

"Ja," he said getting closer "are you going to repay me tonight?"

"Why don't you find out," he said leaning forward both locking lips for a second before being interrupted by a loud voice.

"EWWWWWW! GROSS GET A ROOM!" Tilda said to both of them.

"Grow up kid" said Gilbert rolling his eyes making Mathew giggle.

"You're the one that…" she cut herself off with a yawn "needs to grow up" she finished lazily.

"Uh-oh, looks like someone is boarding the train to dream land"

"Stop talking to me like..." another yawn escaped her lips "I'm a little girl" she said with half lilted eyes.

"Want me to carry you upstairs?" asked Gilbert in a half mocking tone. Tilda nodded and reached out for him. "Say goodnight first"

She got off the chair and hugged Mathew, "Goodnight papa." She said as Mathew returned the hug and placed a small kiss on her forehead. "C'mon Mr. Kuma, let's go to bed" she said to the small polar bear as she was being carried away which trailed behind.

As they got to her room upstairs, Gilbert laid her down on her small bed (kumajiro and Gilbird lying next to her) that had red sheets and a pillow with the Canadian flag. A Prussian flag hung above her bed on the white walls that made the black and red furniture stand out the walls were also covered with hockey posters and drawings of her family.

"Vatti?" Tilda said before he could leave.

"What is it?"

"Can you read me a bed time story?" she asked now sitting on her bed.

"I read you one every night."

"But-but…I can't go to sleep without one," she said looking at him with huge puppy-dog eyes as she held kuma in her arms with a sleeping Gilbird nesting in her messy hair. She defiantly got that from Mathew, thought Gilbert.

"Ugh, fine" he gave in. he went over to the black bookshelf on the other side of the room where Tilda had all her books and some hockey awards and pictures of her and her friends. "Ooh, lets read little red riding hood"

"No, you always make the wolf eat everyone," she said while rubbing her eye.

"You gotta admit that's an awesomer ending," he said with a grin.

"Its 'more awesome' vatti"

"Grammar Nazi…how 'bout Cinderella?"

"You read it twice this week."

"Three little pigs?"

"I memorized the book already"

"Ummm…princess and the frog?"

"Eww no, I don't like that book"

"Why not?" asked Gilbert with a genuine surprised look on his face.

"Because she kisses a frog and that's gross!" she said sticking her tongue out.

"Well Arthur kisses your uncle Francis and he doesn't find it gross" they both laughed at the comment hysterically as Mathew passed by the door.

"Gil my cousin is not a frog"

"I beg to differ birdie." He said trying to catch his breath. Mathew simply rolled his eyes and left.

"Oh, I know!" said Gilbert getting his daughters attention. "How 'bout I tell you a story from my mind?" he said with a grin as he grabbed a chair and sat next to her bed.

"OK!" replied Tilda with a happy face.

"Awesome, once upon a time…" before he could begin he was interrupted.

"NOOOOO! I ALREADY HEARD THAT ONE!" yelled the small albino girl.

"Ok, ok, gosh…long, long ago…." Again he was interrupted.

"NOOOOO! YOU ALREADY TOLD ME THAT ONE!" Gilbert sat there trying to think of a story he hasn't told her daughter. When he found out that he had told her every story he knew, he decided to tell her a life story.

"How 'bout I tell you the story of how I met your dad?" he said with an evil glint in his eyes as Tilda happily agreed. "It's a pretty awesome story, I was seven-teen at the time and your dad was six-teen. I was walking to the park after school when I bumped into him and accidentally pulled his-" suddenly a puck came out of nowhere at superhuman speed hitting Gilbert square in the face knocking him out of his chair.

'DON'T YOU DARE TELL HER THAT STORY!" Mathew yelled standing in the door holding his favorite hockey stick.

"gosh birdie, you need to soften your grip on that thing…" he said trying to get back up while holding his now bleeding nose which may probably be broken now, "…and why not? Its and awesome story!"

Mathew walked over to the albino and dragged him out of the room shutting the door behind him. Tilda tried to listen to the conversation but couldn't make out what the shouting (from his papa) was. After a while she heard a rather painful noise coming from outside. Gilbert came back in with a red and swollen cheek, leaving an angry Canadian at the door. He picked up the chair and sat back down, for a moment he didn't say anything. "I think we'll save that story for when you're a little bit older," He finally said. Mathew let out an angry puff and left.

"You shouldn't talk to him like that when he's acting like its hockey season vatti," Gilbert let out a sigh.

"Ja…I know," again he was silent. "Hey Tilda, have I ever told you the awesome story 'bout the 'Bad Touch Trio'?"

Sup people Duckling here! QUACK! Anyways so this is random story I came up with when I was bored. Matilda or Tilda is my OC , she is the personification for New Prussia (it's a small town in Canada, yes its real, no I am not making it up GOOGLE IT!). I apologize if Prussia is a little out of character but this is how I picture him trying to be a "responsible" parent. Anyways next up is Romano and Spain with their daughter Lucianna (description of her in the next chapter). DUCKING OUT, QUACK!