"Gilbert!"
The door to one of the bedrooms opened and a very angry German boy came out. Ludwig ran down the corridor to his brothers room, throwing the door open only to find it empty. He turned around when he heard some one laughing in the room across the hall. He stomped over to the door and opened it.
Ludwig suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of a big gun.
"What do you want? You are trespassing. Trespassers will be shot!" the person holding the gun said.
Ludwig looked into the angry eyes of his cousin. The expression clashed terribly with the short blond braids and the long white nightshirt.
"Calm down Vash. I'm just looking for Gilbert."
"Guten Morgen Bruder. We're playing hairdresser, you want the awesome me to style your hair?"
Ludwig looked behind the boy in front of him and saw his brother sitting on the floor with flowery hairpins in his bangs and the neckhair ruffled up with glitter hairgel.
"What the hell is this?" the blond boy screamed and pointed at a big black figure covering the right side of his face.
"It's the awesome Prussian eagle of course."
"I can see that but what's it doing on my face?"
"I drew it there while you were sleeping."
"I'm gonna kill you Gilbert." Ludwig growled before attacking the smiling boy on the floor. Gilbert tried to roll out of the way but only managed to temporarily end up on top of his brother. The boys rolled around on the floor in a mess of punching fists and pulling hair.
"Stop it! Stop fighting! This room is neutral. I don't want to get tangled up in your wars." Vash shouted and began shooting at his cousins. The colourful plastic balls from the toy gun left small bruises on their arms and backs.
"Vash, cut it out. Help me out instead, get this blond brute off me." Gilbert wined as he was hit on the nose with a well aimed blue bullet.
"No. I'm angry with you too for fighting in my room."
"Come on Vash, I..." Gilbert was cut off by punch to his face giving him a massive nosebleed. He put a hand over his face but blood still seeped through his fingers down on his nightshirt.
"What's going on in here?" a firm voice asked from the door.
Germania came into the room, pulled Ludwig away and picked up his bleeding son from the floor. He pulled a paper tissue out of his pocket and held it against the boy's nose.
"Ludwig. Why were you hitting your brother?" he asked.
"He drew this on me while I was sleeping." the boy answered and pointed at the bird.
"Is this true Gilbert." Germania said looking down at the boy in his arms.
"Well yeah but it's only make-up. It will like totally wash off with a little baby oil."
"I see. That's good but you are still going to be punished for fighting, all three of you."
"But..."
"No buts. After breakfast you are going to clean the stables, understood?"
"Yes Vater." the two brothers said. Vash just nodded.
"Good. Now go clean yourselves off and I will have breakfast ready for you when you come down to the kitchen."
With this Germania put Gilbert down and the boys headed off to the bathroom. The man looked at them and smiled, sometimes it was just painfully obvious that they were related to him, but he loved them anyway.
AN: A short story I wrote in the car home from Visby. My first Hetalia fic.
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