"Kesesese~"

Gilbert opened his eyes and looked over to find Hienrich pulling a sleeping bag into the room. He laid it out next to him by the couch and Gilbert smirked, "disobeying Roddy?"

"So?"

"Yeah, I'm so awesome even his own kid can't stay away."

Hienrich paused and held his pillow against his chest, glaring at him. "I'm not just his kid."

"You look a lot like him."

The kid's glare grew darker, "maybe if my other dad had been around more I would look different."

Gilbert shrugged, "your dad wouldn't answer me when I asked him who your dad was so I wouldn't know."

Hienrich started to say something when he suddenly ducked behind the couch as Roderich's footsteps approached. The aristocrat flipped the light switch on and tapped his foot impatiently, "Hienrich, I'm not going to follow you around all night."

"AW, COME ON!" Hienrich popped out and gave him an innocent look.

"Nein! Upstairs, you have your own room."

"But I wanna sleep in here!"

"Move Hienrich! Don't make me call Uncle Ludwig over here."

Gilbert froze as the kid whined and argued with Austria. Uncle Ludwig. Roddy wasn't related to West… wait…

"Heinrich."

"Please?"

"Nein."

"I'll be really good! I'll even go to sleep at a decent time for once!"

"Hienrich… wait, what do you mean for once?"

Hienrich squirmed uncomfortably, "nothin'."

Roderich frowned deeper, "I'm going to call Uncle Ludwig over here-"

"NEIN! He'll get really mad and make me clean the bathrooms again!"

Gilbert froze as it suddenly came to him.

"I'm the father…"

Roderich paused in the argument, looking him in the eyes. They stared at each other for a minute before Hienrich whined again.

"Come on! I really, really want to! I promise to let vatti sleep and I won't keep him up or anything! I'll even be awesome and get him water and juice and stuff!"

Holy crap! It was true! He was right!

"Hienrich… fine, but you have to go upstairs and clean up your room and I better not see Gilbird sneaking into my room again like last night."

"I promise!" Hienrich went running for the stairs and Roderich ducked his head out of the room.

"AND BRUSH YOUR TEETH!"

"AWESOME!"

Gilbert stared at the aristocrat. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

The Austrian looked over and shook his head, "I was going to tell you. I said that earlier. But you were still bleeding out and I didn't, and still don't by the way, want you to be trying to get up or anything."

"When did you-"

"It was around the time that the wall went up. Nine months after you went to the other side I had him. Ludwig helped out a lot, he brought Gilbird over and your bird has been with him nonstop ever since."

Gilbert sat up a bit and shook, "it's been… all this time I've been over on the other side and…"

Roderich walked calmly over and sat down next to him, "calm down. This is why I didn't tell you immediately. You should not be sitting up."

"I don't care, you should have told me sooner."

Roderich winced as Gilbert found himself raising his voice. "What would you have done differently? What does it change that you've had a few hours to stop bleeding before finding this out?"

"Oh, right. Can't be bleeding all over your precious couches, now can we? I forgot you Austrians don't give important details to the wounded."

"I was going to tell you! I don't give a damn if you bleed all over my couches, it's only that you would have probably killed yourself trying to get up and then we would have had a new problem besides your broken bones."

"Who gives a-"

"STOP FIGHTING!" The two looked over to find Hienrich standing in the doorway holding Gilbird and frowning at them. "Geez, old people… and you said I might bother him. Geez, Dad."

"You're right…" Roderich stood up and walked over, pausing next to the boy.

"Kesesese~" Hienrich hugged him and shook his head, "uncle was right about you two."

"Gute nacht Hienrich."

"Night!" Roderich walked out and Hienrich shut the door behind him before laughing more, "kesese~ he's always too much of a stiff for his own good."

Damn, how had he missed the awesome attitude? It was blatantly obvious. "He has his moments."

Hienrich walked over and sat down next to him, holding Gilbird.

"Gilbird! Hey my awesome chick. What's going on?"

Chirp.

Hienrich held him up, "I've been taking care of him while you were gone! Dad couldn't-"

"That has to get confusing."

"Huh?"

"Calling both Roderich and I dad," Gilbert shook his head.

"Yeah, no. I call you Vatti and dad is just dad." He grinned, "that way I don't have to call one of you mom and there's a different name for you both."

Huh, "awesome, but I would call Specs mom anyway."

"I know, right? Then again, dad might get mad… So is it true that you got beat up by Hungary? She keeps saying she did, but I think she's wrong. She's a jerk."

Gilbert laughed and wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders. This was awesome. "Nah, she's just jealous because I got into your dad's pants before… wait, am I even allowed to talk about this stuff with you?"

"Uh…"

"Hienrich?"

"Pfft, only dad and uncle Ludwig call me that. I usually go by Gil."

"Gil?"

Hienrich laughed, "Yeah! I was named after you, but I got a middle name. Hienrich. That's why you always hear that name."

That made sense, but still. "I'm not supposed to talk about getting into Roderich's pants with you am I?"

"…technically, only Francis and Antonio aren't allowed to… or Hungary… or Lovino… or the other guests that come around or that we see…" Hienrich er- Gil paused for a minute before puffing himself up, "but you're my vatti so it's awesome!"

"Fine, but no telling your dad that I told you… Hungary is just mad that I got into Roderich's pants first and took his vital regions. She was just jealous."

"Frying pan witch…"

"Exactly!" Gilbert and Gil both laughed quietly in the room.

"So… you need anything?"

"I would kill for a beer."

"Dad said I wasn't allowed to get you one."

"Wurst?"

"Dad said that you can't stomach that right now since you've been only having fluids for the past couple weeks."

"Schiesse… I guess not then."

Gil leaned closer and smirked, "so is it true that you and Uncle Ludwig beat the French and kicked the English all the way to their island?"

"Hell yes! Arthur was wetting his pants; we were beating him so bad."

"Awesome! Then dad told me about when you and him were in a war against France!"

"We beat Francis up so bad he didn't know what hit him." Gilbert looked over at the kid and raised a brow, "Roddy told you all that?"

"Yeah… it's kinda lonely when it's only me and him around the house." Gil sighed, "Dad really missed you. He tried to hide it and stuff by having Uncle Ludwig come and visit or letting me go spend the night with Antonio or in Italy, but whenever I came back he looked really tired, like he hadn't slept at all and he would always be staring out the window or off into space like he was reminiscing when I said something that reminded him of you."

Gilbert shut his eyes and tried to picture what the kid was saying. "He might have been just-"

"Then Antonio brought me back here once because I forgot Gilbird and he wouldn't let me come into the house when we found dad's car parked wrong. He was in the house for what seemed like forever and finally I had to go to the bathroom really badly so I went up to the house and snuck in really quietly and found dad crying in the music room."

Ouch. Gilbert sat stiffly and found himself being hugged closely.

"You aren't going to go back, are you?" Gil seemed to shiver a little. "I mean, you just got up and you and dad were fighting and-"

"Fuck no. I'm not leaving. Specs would have to kill me to get me out the front door."

Gil hugged him a bit tighter and Gilbert felt his shirt getting wet. "…awesome…"

Gilbert couldn't have put it any better himself.