Mellow! This story is just about done, one more wrap it all up chapter which will be posted next week. And we have started another rp with the same lovable characters, still being naughty though! Once we're finished with that one, I'll be sure to post it.

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AJSK

Chapter 2

Gilbert had been looking for Alfred to see if he could hide out here for a few days, his pranks hadn't gone too well for him this time. Both his brother and Roderich were on his ass and he knew they were hunting him down. He should've known better than to hit them both at once. It was quite a surprise when he saw one of the American's smaller children bawling and throwing a fit down the hall. It perked the albino's curiosity and he changed directions to see what was going on.

However, when the blond child saw him, his eyes widened. Charlie had never seen the Prussian before and quite frankly, it scared the living shit out of him and he started running away in the other direction, only to remember Tex chasing after him. The blond boy looked like he had fainted from shock when he dropped to the ground, clutching his pants.

He had gotten so frightened he peed himself. "S-STOP!" He screamed to his brother. The child's face went red as there was a long pause, his mouth opened wide, gasping for air before a loud, piercing scream sounded through the room. The little boy tried to form words but all that came out were blubbers.

That was when Gilbert got worried and rushed over. "What's wrong kleinkind?" He asked quickly, picking the child up only to find he was wet, causing his to curse under his breath in German, hoping they didn't know what he meant.

Now Tex was feeling really guilty, he wasn't going to hurt Charlie at all. He had been chasing him to catch up and keep him from Alfred, until he could bribe his brother. Now it seems to have gone too far and worst there was an older nation that had found them.

The small Yankee struggled in Gilbert's grasp, still finding the new nation to be very scary looking. "Let...Go!" He cried, his arms reaching out for his brother. Even though he was afraid of the Texan at the moment, at least he knew who he was.

The man of course obliged, seeing that Charlie was obviously upset. He watched as the little thing scurried over and hid behind his brother's back, shaking. Gilbert gave his attention to the older child that seemed to be able to talk at the moment. "What's going on here?" Prussia asked, suddenly wondering where their father was again.

"Nothing," Tex said, like he was going to tell the truth. He wasn't sure which nation he was, the red eyes were creepy though. "And you're not getting my brother." Though a bit of a jerk at times, he wasn't going to let anyone hurt New York. He had heard the stories of how other nations would pretty much kidnap young ones in the old days.

The older nation had to hold back the smile he wanted to form at how cute they were. "I'm not trying to take him away, I want to know why he was un-awesomely crying." Gilbert stated, his all-known vocabulary showing.

That was when Charlie was reminded of how mad Tex was at him. He whimpered and started to run away from both of the scary people, on a search for Alfred again. He wanted his daddy a lot at that moment.

"Wait, come back!" Prussia shouted, needing the child to stay put. It would be harder without the children, since he wasn't even sure which states these two were.

Tex went running too right after his brother. He had two reasons, one he didn't trust the weird nation and two, he still needed to keep Charlie from finding Alfred. "Charlie!" he called tripping on the carpet for a moment.

"Nah-ah! You wanna hurt me! Big meanie!" Charlie shouted, the dampness in his pants making his itchy and uncomfortable. "Daddy!" He yelled, turning the corner in the hallway and pattering up-stairs.

The Prussian had longer legs, hence he was much faster than both children. Gilbert easily caught the brunt by the shirt. "What did you do to him to make your brother scared like that?" He asked the child gently, now noticing the situation.

"Ah, let me go!" Tex shouted and squirmed. This man wasn't his father and he refused to listen to him.

"Nein, first you tell me what happened." Gilbert stated with a stern tone, noting that the child was being difficult.

Soon, Charlie noticed no one was chasing him anymore and peeked around the corner of the hallway, half afraid that he would see them. His small hand cupped over his mouth to defuse a gasp, Tex has been caught.

"No, I don't have to tell you anything!" Tex snarled.

Prussia sighed, this certainly wasn't going how he thought it would. "Either tell me what happened, or I can go get your father." He told the child, hoping it would guide the story from the small Texan. The nation knew that would've gotten him when he was younger, but of course his father was the big and scary Germania.

"You wouldn't," Tex snapped, afraid he really would. Alfred wouldn't be happy at all, especially after already hearing the same story from Charlie. There would be no way for Tex to squirm out of his rightful punishment then.

"Ja, I would. I've taken care of children before. I'll assume you know the nation of Germany? I'm his awesome big bruder!" Gilbert explained childishly, still keeping his hold on the boy.

"I don't even know who you are," Tex mumbled. He did know the nation of Germany, who to be frank did scare him. If this guy was his brother though, they were nothing alike.

Gilbert had forgotten he hadn't really met any of the states except for the original 13 colonies way back during the American Revolution. "Oh, ja, I'm the Kingdom of Prussia, well..." He gave a sad sigh. "At least I used to be...Prussia doesn't exactly exist anymore...But that doesn't change who I am!" The albino added on the end so that he wouldn't allow himself to get upset in front of Alfred's state. He had to keep think that he was awesome, there was just no other way.

Knowing who the stranger was helped the little blond who was hiding around the corner. He wasn't afraid of the silver haired man anymore, trusting that the man wasn't trying to hurt them. At least, he didn't seem to be a mean nation.

"Texas," Tex said hoping to make the man forget why he had caught him in the first place.

"Well...it's nice to meet you, though our first meeting wasn't very awesome at all. Care to explain what happened now?" Gilbert didn't forget things that happened a few minutes ago. Years maybe, but he wasn't that old yet.

Tex shook his head, he didn't want the adults to know.

"You can either tell me, or I'll bring you to your father." Gilbert warned. "I don't like it when children are rude to each-other, especially their own family."

"It's none of your business, it's just a stupid fight anyways," Tex said to dodge the question.

The man wasn't fooled at all, he was too like the kid when he was the same age. "Hmm...in that case, I guess I'll just have to tell your father about this stupid little fight." Gilbert let go, acting as if he was leaving to go find America.

"No! Don't." Tex yelled, desperate to keep America from finding out.

The Prussian turned around, looking at him. "Then, will you tell me? Or do I have to ask your brother who I see hiding behind the corner?" He smiled lightly, watching the blond curls suddenly disappear from within view.

Tex was surprise that his brother had stuck around, probably to see what kind of trouble he got in. Tex looked at the ground, "It's just a stupid fight. I wasn't going to hurt him anyways."

"So what did happen then?" Gilbert asked, seeing that the child obviously regretted something.

"Charlie kept messing up my plans," Tex mumbled. "So, I called him names and stuff. Then he wanted to tattle so I chased him."

That was when Charlie came pattering over. "Cuz' you was a meanie! You scary!" He claimed and hid behind Prussia's legs. Gilbert blinked when the little boy came running over, finding his legs to be a good shield.

"What names did you call him?" He asked, keeping his attention turned towards the Texan.

"Just that he's a sissy." Tex said glaring at how his brother was hiding by sticking with Gilbert. "'Cause he is."

"Am not!" Charlie pouted. "He called me a baby! And said a really bad word!" Since his brother had calling him names, he didn't at all mind throwing him under the bus. Besides he could bravely say that now that Tex couldn't beat him up.

"Oh, he did?" Gilbert looked at Tex curiously, wondering what he had to say in defense.

"You tattle tail," Tex shouted, hating how he couldn't get to his brother to shut him up.

"Stop calling me names you big...big...mean-" Charlie was cut off by Gilbert's hand being put in front of his face.

"Quit it, both of you. Arguing helps nothing, I did enough of it with my own bruder." Gilbert stated, not wanting to hear it ay longer. Now he knew what Germania meant when he called it annoying and foolish.

Tex stuck his tongue out. There, that wasn't name calling.

"Don't taunt each other either." Gilbert chided, "Now, tell me what happened respectfully."

"I already told you, old man." Tex grumbled. "You're just going to tell my Dad anyways."

The Prussian didn't like the way he was talked to, being a family man of morals and respect. It was how he was raised, though... admittedly he wasn't always respectful himself then or now. Rather a bit silly and liked things his way. "That reminds me a lot of what your father told me years ago, he wasn't very happy with the outcome. Would you like to change the way you just said that klein kind?"

Tex shook his head, not caring. He figured that this nation wouldn't even try hurting him, his father was America. No one would dare try, they'd be messed up so bad if they did.

"Are you sure? Last chance." Gilbert stated, stepping a bit closer to the child.

Tex took a step back, he was a little afraid. Alfred getting Prussia back later wasn't going to do him much good now.

"So you aren't going to speak?" Gilbert asked gentle now, not wanting to scare the shit out of the boy. He knew his appearance itself could be a bit of a turn off to children and even some adults.

"No!" Tex shouted, trying to sound brave. "My Dad wouldn't let you lay a hand on me."

Gilbert placed a hand softly on top of the state's head. "Are you sure about that child?"

Now Tex was getting scared, the nation was so daring to tease him like that. He squirmed, "Stop it."

Gilbert didn't like that the child seemed to be afraid of him. But... he also didn't like the way he was being spoke to, and he knew Alfred wouldn't have appreciated it either. "If you would learn to hold your tongue, don't you think no one would be mad at you?" He tried to just simply take some sense to the boy.

Tex didn't care though, he didn't want to hear from this nobody of a nation. Being a little bold, he stomped on Gilbert's foot and took off down the hall. He knew that if he was quick enough he could hide, since he knew the lay out of the house much better than a visitor.

It wasn't like it actually hurt the old nation, but it really made Gilbert mad. In fact, he was at the end of his patience with the boy.

He immediately ran after the kid, catching up and picking Tex up from by his arm pits. "Alright, listen here you little brat. I don't know why you just did that, but it was rude and I for one didn't like it." Feeling merciful he gave the child one last chance to behave at least a little.

Charlie reacted to that and started running around the room to look for somewhere to find himself. "Ahhhhhh! S-Scary!"

"Shit." Tex kicked and struggled as much as he could. "Who cares what you don't like old man." He refused to admit even to himself that he wanted to run away like his brother, he had to be a strong Texan man.

"Didn't your father teach you not to curse?" Gilbert scolded the child. Something inside him making him smack the Texan on the bum, more than likely his inner parent showing for once. Gilbert wasn't being harsh, just giving the boy a taste of what he really should be getting.

Tex let out a bit of a yip with shock of the smack, not that it had hurt that badly. His father on occasion, mostly when the boy was actually caught form his naughty acts, would spank him. So, he was more than familiar with the concept. Tex didn't like this at all though, "You bastard." He hated and distrusted strangers to begin with and this one spanking him was topping the list.

"Oh, am I? I think you've been just as bad yourself today." The Prussian man wasn't cruel. He certainly wasn't hitting the boy that hard. He swatted the child again, not liking how much of potty mouth the state was. He was too young to be using that type of foul language.

Charlie on the other hand stopped screaming when he saw what was going on. He looked away, not wanting to see his brother get punished. But he knew that Tex was asking for it, and had been asking for it all day.

"Am not," Tex snapped and tried to get away from the Prussian before he got spanked anymore. He hated the fact that he was much smaller and weaker, therefore was at the mercy of Gilbert.

At this point, the Prussian was just getting fed up with Tex acting like a brat. "You have too much mouth." He scolded the child, hitting the boy only three more times before he let go. He didn't think himself overly harsh with those well deserved smacks, but he did have pity towards small children and didn't give him as much as he should've.

The brunet sniffled, those smacks had hurt quite a bit. Although, he wasn't prepared to allow the Prussian man to win. "Fuck you," He said quietly, using the worst word that he could possibly think of.

Gilbert looked at the child flummoxed, "Where did you learn such crude language? You should learn to be quiet."

"Freedom for speech asshole," Tex snapped. He knew that his father didn't appreciated foul language, but Alfred wasn't there and therefore couldn't do anything about it.

Gilbert glared at the boy, this was not awesome at all. "I don't think your father would want you to disgrace his amendments with that potty mouth of yours." The albino took hold of the Texan's arm, being careful not to snatch him up out of anger or cause any form of harm. "I think we'll have to fix that."

The little New Yorker was starting to feel uncomfortable in his soiled pants and a bit tired as he rubbed his eyes. He toddled off, becoming uninterested in his brother's antics, on a search for Alfred. He didn't want to be wet any longer and couldn't reach the clothes in his drawer.

"Let go of me!" Tex snarled. He wondered what the nation meant by 'fix'.

"Nein, not until you learn to talk to an elder with respect, little children shouldn't curse." Gilbert picked the child up, tucking him under one arm.

Tex kicked his feet and tried as hard as he could to get away. He wasn't liking this at all. The crimson-eyed man held the Texan firmly, despite the boy's attempts to get free. "I'm sure your father doesn't let you talk to others like that." He stated, smacking the boy on his bottom one to back up his words, this time putting a little more force than the previous times into his strike.

"So what if he doesn't," Tex growled. He was American, therefore he was going to keep on fighting!

"Then you're disobeying him." Gilbert told him pertly. "That's what." He didn't approve of the back talk.

"Ow," Tex whined for a second, he wasn't as tough as he pretended to be. "Not your job," he said. The brunt didn't like listening to anyone other than his father.

"Maybe not." The Prussian told the child, firmly striking his arse thrice. "Either way, you need this." He wasn't going to simply stand by and allow this child to run about saying naughty words all the time.

Tex felt a few tears roll down his cheeks, it was awful. His bottom was already hurting horribly. "I fucking hate you," The child spat out. He wasn't so confident that Alfred would save him, or even hurt the Prussian for this. Since he knew that his dad would do the same thing. He wished that it was Alfred instead.

Gilbert wasn't sure if he would ever get the Texan to quit spouting out swear words towards him, but he could try. "You're a very stubborn child," he stated, feeling all the irony in that statement. He was just as bad if not worse than this as a kid, but his Vati had corrected him many times.

Gilbert shook his head to keep the memories out and kept up the chastisement, "Cursing more makes everything worse."

As much as Tex hated it, the tears continued to make tracks down his face. The child took a big gulp of air, with the lump in his throat it was getting harder to breathe.

"Go to hell." He mumbled, as at least one more insult. He knew that he couldn't keep it up much longer.

The albino merely shook his head at the foul language. He swatted the boy's bottom again, feeling like this wasn't getting to him. Why was this kid really that bent on mouthing off to him?

Texas let a sob escape, nothing was keeping his mind off the sting in his bottom. The boy couldn't fight anymore, he just couldn't. Despite the big, bad words that he had used, he was still just a little boy getting his bum spanked.

When Gilbert saw that that the child no longer had a smart comeback nor seemed to be arguing anymore. The man gave him one more hard smack to finished the spanking and then gingerly set him back on his feet.

Prussia felt a little tug at his heart when he say the mucus and tear covered face. He knew how bad spankings hurt to naughty little boys and felt a bit of pity for Tex. "Do you have anything to say Kleinkind?" He asked gently in an attempt to be sure the message had sunk in and Tex wouldn't be cursing at him again.

Tex shook his head, still crying quite harshly. He couldn't stop the annoyingly pitiful noises he was make and he didn't want anymore smacks. The child knew that he had lost this battle.