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Chapter 4: Lockdown
"We're here!"
Hungary and Prussia got out of Hungary's Opel Astra in unison, entering a frigid area.
Both were fairly used to cold weather, and were unaffected by the prickling feeling of the wind.
Upon reaching the front door, Prussia spun around to look at his long-time friend; the person he had been with when he was the Teutonic Knights and when Hungary had believed that she was a male.
At the questioning look the Prussian in front of her gave her, she simply shrugged her shoulders and, with a smirk, rang the doorbell.
Loud noises were coming from the other side of the door, sounding like a stampede of bulls running toward one red cape. Gilbert looked at Elizabeta, mentally wondering if they should move out of the way. He got his answer quickly.
Five bodies broke through the closed door and slammed head-on into Gilbert, sending them all crashing to the ground. Gilbert cringed as his still-healing wounds were shook, but other than that, he was ok; no dark memories came back to him at the sudden body slam. This, he thought, was an improvement.
The first person to sit up was Denmark, who was seated on top of Prussia's chest.
"Oh, hey man, you're here already? Sweet! Now there will be so much more aweso-ghuh!" The Dane's sentence was ended abruptly as the Norwegian sitting behind him on Gilbert's stomach began choking him with his own tie.
"Matthias, you are very loud and obnoxious," Norway spoke, his voice as monotoned as ever.
"Gah- LET GO OF MY TIE, LUKAS- Gack!" The Dane attempted to argue back, only for Lukas' grip to tighten on the accessory. Lukas' younger brother, Emil, sat next to the dog pile and began to smack Denmark in the face with an emotionless expression on his face.
"Hey! Let me smack him too!" piped a small voice from the Prussian's right leg, where Sealand was currently. His other leg, Prussia noticed, seemed to be spasming uncontrollably.
"S-s-Sealand, I don't t-think that's such a g-g-good idea!" squeaked another high-pitched sound from the fallen Prussian's left leg.
Yet another person ran out the door and saw the scene on the front porch, "Peter, get off of poor Gilbert's leg!" And a weight was lifted.
"Latvia!" screamed who could only be Estonia, as the quaking of Gilbert's leg ceased.
Without so much as a warning, the pressure on Prussia's stomach was gone as well. The man in question slowly got up in a sitting position and was immediately offered nine hands. He took what looked like the strongest out of all of them and stood carefully, to come face to face with the stoic Swede.
He nodded his thanks to Berwald, who grunted in return. Done with that short exchange, Gilbert turned to get a look at the scene before him.
Denmark and Norway had quit their fighting and instead gone towards other people. Norway was now trying to convince an annoyed Icelander to call him 'big brother', Denmark was laughing with Poland, who had arrived earlier. Lithuania stood behind him with uneasiness, due to the Pole's ideas that usually got someone (Lithuania) injured. Estonia and Finland spoke to each other in soft voices while Sealand was attempting to stop Latvia's shaking by holding his shoulders in place, which only led to the ex-WW2 fort being rattled as well.
All in all, it was a rather amusing scene to take in. Gilbert smiled softly at the peaceful chaos that was only possible in a family with strong bonds to one another. It felt warm and comforting to see everyone so at peace with one another.
Hungary had been standing off to the side the whole time, and, upon seeing Prussia's soft expression, knew that she was doing the right thing by leaving him here. She nodded to herself and headed to her car to get the bags Ludwig had given her before she left to the jail. Apparently, he knew that Gilbert needed this way before she had, and had taken the liberty of packing all the necessities for the cold Nordic weather. She still wondered sometimes who was the older of the two. Chuckling lightly, she closed the trunk of the white car
"Denmark! G't back h're!" Sweden growled, uncharacteristically showing emotion as he chased after the cackling Dane haphazardly.
Denmark had thought it would be a good idea to see what happened if he stole the Swede's glasses, and was now being hunted down by a half-blind, fully angered Berwald.
Everyone else was either laughing their asses off or adding things they wanted to Denmark's will.
Matthias raced through the kitchen doors and Berwald, in a literally blind rage, attempted to run through the door... Only to slam into the wall next to it. He stayed there for a second with the appearance of a splat bug before slowly peeling off of the wall and floating to the ground, much like in one of the animes that his son watched.
This was it; no one could contain their laughter anymore. The room erupted into hysterics, sending all to the ground whilst clutching their stomachs in an attempt to end the painfully hilarity of the situation.
Estonia was laughing so hard he began crying, still recording the collapsed Swede with his camcorder. Sealand and Finland were in shambles on the ground, the latter torn between helping his 'husband' up or laughing more. Needless to say, he chose the second option. Peter, on the other hand, was cracking up, curled in a little ball. Even those who were usually devoid of emotion wore small smiles. Lithuania and Latvia chuckled lightly as Poland giggled out at least a thousand "Like, OMG!"s, while Denmark peeked into the living room from his place in the kitchen and immediately began cackling.
Then, an albino hand was put in front of Berwald's face. Blinking, he grabbed the hand and used it to steady himself as he stood. Then, Sweden stopped and looked at the Prussian, who he realized by the shaking hand and unsteady standing, was stifling a laugh as well, face red with the straining to keep a straight face. Sweden smiled lightly at this.
Sadly, this was the moment that Denmark came from the closed kitchen door, which slammed in Berwald's face and sent him sprawling to the floor once more.
The room erupted into laughter once more, including Prussia, who was giggling lightly. Sweden thought that his pain was worth seeing Prussia return to normal. He was still going to kill Denmark, though.
"You are worthless. Not even a country anymore; voted out by your own brother. No one cares, except for me. That is why you are my pet, Кролик." The Russian growled with an eerily childish giggle. He grabbed Gilbert's choke collar and pulled him towards his face, breath smelling of vodka and eyes sparkling in an intoxicated delight. Then, he flung the Prussian at the stone wall.
"When pets misbehave, they need to be punished, да?" Ivan spoke cheerfully venomous, as his steel-toes boot rested itself on the Prussian's leg. He proceeded to place his weight on said foot, Gilbert screaming out.
Prussia awoke in a cold sweat, hands clutching the thickly quilted covers for dear life. He looked around him in a panicked daze, sighing in slight relief as he saw the guest room of the Nordic 5 household.
His doorknob began to turn, though, and he held his blankets tighter to his chest in a sudden fear. The door opened to ten faces peering inside his room. When all 20 eyes locked on him, they slowly entered through the door and approached his bedside.
"We heard you screaming from our rooms," spoke Finland first, his voice quiet and calmer than his normal tone. At this, Prussia opened his mouth to apologize for waking them, when another spoke up.
"Don't apologize," Norway interrupted him, uncharacteristically emotional, "we don't mind." Iceland nodded in agreement.
The three Baltic nations and Feliks handed Gilbert four small Gilbird-shaped pillows, each giving him a small smile and a pat on the shoulder. Gilbert smiled back, having become good friends with the quartet during their time in the Soviet house. They had reminded the Prussian of a subdued Bad Touch Trio as they knew everything about each other and got into odd situations together. They had been the small bit of humor that Gilbert got under Ivan's control.
Denmark and Sweden stood next to the bed to lend Prussia comfort. There was a moment of comfortable silence, which was quickly ended by none other than Sealand.
"Look out below!" Peter screamed as he jumped onto the bed, landing next to Gilbert. He wrapped his arms tightly around the surprised albino. What really shocked him was when everyone else climbed in after the micro-nation.
Soon, Prussia was hugged against Sealand, who was in turn curled up with Latvia, the other two Baltics, and Poland. On the other side of Gilbert was Finland, Sweden, Denmark, Norway, and Iceland. The fact that all ten of them could fit on the bed without it breaking under them was perplexing, as well.
Too curious to not ask, Gilbert said the first full sentence he had in a long time, "How do we all fit?" His voice was quieter and had a softer sound, but they heard it all the same. Prussia had spoken.
"Oh, Sve made it to fit 15 people!" Said a cheerful Tino, "right, Sve?"
"Ah."
"Yeah!" cheered Denmark, "all our beds are this size-" Norway interrupted him.
"So that if anyone has a nightmare or bad memory-"
Iceland finished the thought, "We can all sleep close to each other."
Latvia spoke up, "I-it's n-n-nice to b-b-be by e-everyone." Estonia and Lithuania smiled softly and leant in towards their brother (Raivis had finally convinced them to call each other that).
Gilbert felt his lips curve up at the idea of having a huge group of people to depend on at your weakest. This is how they fell asleep; curled up together in Gilbert's guest bed.
A/N: Yeah, where am I going with this? I... Have absolutely no idea... I'm thinking, like, 2-ish more chapters...? Yeah, that sounds good.
Translations:
Кролик= Bunny
Да= Yes
BTW: If anyone is wondering where Gilbird is, I can always write an bonus chapter for him! You know what? I'm gonna do just that! Wish me luck; I'm gonna need it!
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