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Some more warnings ;)
- Ages swapped
- Charas partly OOC, 'cause they're kids
- Ancients, Nyo!Ancients and OC's as parents; but they hardly ever appear
- There is no deeper meaning (eg: political; reference to historical events etc…) behind the stories. So kids crashing down brick-towers is just because they're kids ;P
Have fun ^^
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Changed that chapter due to FF-Guidelines. Sorry.
Re-written ans re-uploaded as C5 and 6
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Gazing at the sleeping baby boy, Ludwig decides it might actually be pretty cool to have a little brother. –As long as he's asleep that is.
"Ludwig, you should look where you drive." His mother advices the blonde and he quickly turns to face the road.
"I need to be careful when I drive." The young boy states and happily looks down at his blue scooter. "If Gilbert drives, I drive too." Looking back up again, he spots the silhouette of the blonde caretaker who waves a happy «good morning» at the little family. Ludwig waves back and explains to his mother how Peter also drives to the day care every day. But he has a bike.
Even before they arrive at the door, the little family can hear a loud "MOOOOOORNING!" resound through the room when a certain kid jump-hugs the blonde caretaker.
When they enter, Ludwig spots Peter greeting Alfred with a bright smile and saying hi to everyone, before he smiles at his tired-looking co-worker holding baby Antonio in her arms. "How was your early shift?" The woman in question answers with a frowning expression and rolling eyes. Pointing with her head towards Alfred who's still clinging to the blonde man, the brunette states that the six years old had literally been bouncing off the walls all morning.
"I'm so tired!" She grumbles and turns to go and prepare some fruits for snack time. She brings the Spanish kid to the baby area and leaves him sitting with his tiny arms swinging through the air as if he wanted to complain about being abandoned like that.
Ludwig turns from the scene and strongly lifts his scooter, balancing it over the door step and inside. Then he brings it to his usual parking space and, after assuring the blue toy doesn't roll away, he shambles back to the buggy to say good bye to Mutti and his Brother.
"Is that your baby brother?" The blonde toddler almost jumps at the quiet voice suddenly speaking up next to him and he turns to face… Mattie, was it? "So your mummy gave birth?" The quiet boy tilts his head and the German nods.
"WANNA SEE!" Alfred comes rushing through the door and bends over the buggy without asking if he can look. Ludwig narrows his eyes and is about to step in and bring some distance between the older boy and his baby brother when a soft hand is placed on Alfred's shoulder.
"Quiet, you idiot. He's sleeping."
Taking the opportunity, Ludwig raises to his full figure of about half a meter and proudly announces the new family member: "This is Gilbert!" The two older boys curiously bend over the little bundle.
"But he's SOOO small!" Alfred exclaims and completely ignores the warning to be quiet.
Complaining about how the baby is not small, Ludwig steps in front of the buggy to block the older kid away. Putting his hands on his sides, he explains that Gilbert will soon outgrow all of them and be five meters tall. This earns him a smiling comment from his mother, which he is glad, is in German. "Der größte Mensch auf der Welt ist keine drei Meter groß, Ludwig." The woman corrects him that no human being ever grew taller than three meters.
Turning after the lecture, they find the baby in question being poked by a bored Alfred. "Not interesting. He's not even reacting" Upon realizing that the baby is indeed asleep, Alfred's interest is immediately lost and the six year old walks away to go find himself something else to spend the morning with.
Matthew however continues standing in front of the little creature breathing calmly. "He's so cute." He smiles when Gilbert sleepily opens his eyes and continues to stare at the baby's red orbs with fascination.
But the baby's big brother knows that «cute» is not the right word to describe Gilbert. And when the older child continues staring at the sleeping Gilbert's face, Ludwig starts a countdown. Five, four, three, two… But contrary to his expectation, the little bundle doesn't start screaming. "I guess he likes yo…"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
… One. "Or maybe he doesn't…"
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Like a spreading fire, exciting news make their way to Matthew and his brother. Though it's the first time Gilbert came along with Miss Beilschmidt when she brought Ludwig to the day care, the cute albino is not the main topic of the heated discussions between the kids.
"A NEW FAMILY IS COMING!" Matthew watches his brother jump through the room in this typically hyperactive way of his and sighs. He heard the brunette caretaker grumble something along the lines of «spent all weekend gaming and now needs to get rid of all the built up energy…» Though he would love to deny it… Well, it was not ALL weekend. Just the whole Sunday. They were playing baseball on Saturday. Trying to, that is.
Upon stating how he hopes the new kids are nothing like Alfred when he was younger (and still is: noisy!), Matthew finds himself being stared at as if he just said the sky is green in England. "What are you talking about dude?! I was a SUPER CUTE baby!"
To his relief though, Alfred turns away to run towards the door when he spots Peter just about to finish a phone call –most likely with the new kid's parents. Before Mattie can spell «Mc D» he sees his dorkhead of a brother rush around the corner to the caretaker. Shuffling after him, Matthew has to admit that he is also pretty curious about the newcomers.
"A girl." Hearing Alfred grumble in disappointment, the strawberry blonde wrinkles his nose. Just as his brother, he'd hoped the kid would be a male. It might for once be a boy their age. But no, it just has to be a girl. How boring.
Enquiring whether at least one of the siblings is a boy, Alfred jumps in delight when Peter nods. "There's a two years old boy called Ivan." Not a boy their age though, but Matthew smiles at his brother whose face almost breaks in two because of his wide grin. Then the boy's adrenaline seems to run crazy as Alfred dashes through the room, knocking as many things over as possible and shouting the news to the world... The day-care…
His quest of making the information go viral is harshly interrupted by a big hand stretched out for his collar. "Alfred!" The brown haired caretaker's strict voice resounds in Mattie's ears and he knows his brother is in some deep shit. Quickly shuffling over, Matthew hears Wendy scold her brother and penalty him to go sit down and… just do something quiet.
"Don't wanna!" Alfred loudly mouths his dissatisfaction and would most certainly love to ignore the request to go draw something instead, but Mattie give a hand and pulls him backwards, knowing it's the easiest way to avoid any further fights and penalties.
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"Tadaaa!" Alfred tries to motivate his brother to look at his picture. Thanks to Mattie's stupid affection of doodling, the later kept ignoring him as soon as he held a brush between his fingers. Much to Alfred's dismay, the seven years old also insisted to keep his little brother glued to the table.
Not understanding why everyone would tell him to «go and play something quiet to calm down», the boy decided to invest his time wisely and reflect on how to take care of the world's problems. HIS way, not the stupid adults' way.
Mattie however; only slowly lifting an eyelid and whispering something along the lines of "Seriously, Alfred. That's just a white version of Captain America with a square shield instead of a round one." just doesn't understand.
"It's not! This is… Err…" Alfred tries his best to reason pro his great idea and takes another look at the very combination of… Captain America and White.
"Don't tell me you were too lazy to actually colour it."
Trying to argue for some time, Alfred somehow just doesn't manage to make his brother start fanboying over the new creation and decides Mattie is just not awesome enough to understand. However, when he snatches the other artist's drawing away, Alfred realises it is worlds apart from his supercool superhero and therefore isn't worth his attention.
"Hey! I just started drawing that one!"
Alfred glances over the table and finds a collection of at least three other colourful papers piling up at Mattie's side. "Well, so you don't need it; 'cause you already have three of them." Crumpling the picture and throwing it through the room, the boy scores and cheers loudly when the ball hits Romano's head.
Turning around with a furious glare, the tiny brunette looks like an angry dwarf without the beard: Tiny, angry, and not dangerous. Not for Alfred. Because Alfred is the hero. So he decides it's high time he escapes from this stupid table and prove his calling!
Before Alfred can even start pulling off an act and show his super abilities to the whole world, Peter's happy voice resounds through the room accompanied by the gentle ring of a little bell. "Time for our morning rituals." And every kid knows what that means. No superhero show. No Spiderman opening. No. It means sitting quiet in some shitty circle singing childish songs.
But the great thing about this morning circle is how all the children are invited to sit on a pillow. Pillow + Kids = Pillow fights. –Alfred's kind of Math. Always works. And way more fun than the boring calculations Matthew has to solve as homework.
Happily skipping over to the prepared pillow-circle, the blonde boy ignores the still grumpy Lovino's murderous glare with a dashing smile of his. Knowing no one can stay angry with him for too long anyways is just awesome! Though this one of the Italian brothers apparently doesn't seem to care. In the corner of his eyes, Alfred registers the brunette dashing towards him just before his cheek receives the smack. "Your drawing hit me, Idiota!"
"You hit ME! –And it was Mattie's drawing!" The older boy shouts back at the smaller one before he realises Romano is long gone; hiding behind his look alike. Grumbling while holding his burning cheek, the only thing keeping Alfred from dashing after the cheeky kid is Peter's voice announcing the day when the new family will come for their first visit.
Some "Aha!"'s and "Oooh"'s and an Italian accented "Why?" are the already known feedback to Peter's news; accompanied with some explanations from the adult about who, where, what, when, how long and so on –Which Alfred doesn't listen to and instead adjusts his position to grab his cushion without anyone realising.
When the excitement finally settles down and Wendy prepares the box with some tiny toys; each representing one of the boring songs, Alfred uses the moment wisely to smack his cushion at Romano's face. The three years old curses in Italian and flings his own pillow back in Alfred's direction. Unfortunately, the red thing doesn't his the six years old but Matthew instead.
Laughing at his brother's annoyed glare, Alfred watches Wendy turn to scold Romano who starts pouting and screaming at her in Italian. His slightly older brother tries to calm him down but ends up crying his eyes out when the other Italian curses him to leave them alone. Which seems to strongly disturb Ludwig sitting next to him. Not knowing what to say to the sniffling kid, he just quietly glare-stares at Feliciano, causing him to cry even louder.
In the meantime, Matthew smacks the loudly laughing Alfred upside the head and baby Francis starts crying because he doesn't get any attention.
What a happy noisy ending for their childish morning assembly.
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A/N
Do you know that phase when boys go like "I hate girls!"? –Yeah, that's exactly the age Alfred and Matthew are in.
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Caretakers:
Peter = Sealand
Wendy = Wy
Maybe I'll add another micronation ^u^
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Still happy for any other requests ^^ There's still a bunch of other characters in waiting! :D –Only via PM though. *caught*
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-Himawari