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Chapter 4
By the time that Antonio had calmed down and been send to rest in the guest bedroom, Wilhelm was exhausted himself. However, as a single father he had too much to do to rest just yet. For one thing, dinner was a necessity with one young child and at least one always starving teenager in the house, seeing as Prussia never turned down food even when he was upset.
Speaking of his own little devil, that's where he was heading next. It was not something that he had enjoyed, but with the mischievous nature of Gilbert it seemed to be only way of keeping him under control. As much as he loved his children, Gilbert made him want to rip his hair out most days. He didn't find this time to be his fault completely, but that didn't mean that the child wasn't going to be punished.
Gilbert sat in his room talking to his bird, the little chick was still so small. He actually had hatched weeks ago, but hasn't grown much at all. This didn't concern the teen at all though, the bird was just too awesome to get any larger. "Sounded like Vati was really tough on 'Toni." he mumbled.
Gilbird, of course named after his master, chirped and hopped up in down in agreement. After all, they had heard at least some of it. Mostly when the still upset Spaniard as he found is way past Gilbert's bedroom.
"How mad do you think he is?" Gilbert asked his pet, seeing as there was nothing else to do. The little bird was his best pal in a way, he talked to that fluff of yellow all the time.
The bird puffed out his little chest and chirped loudly while stomping around. Obviously, it was an imitation of the eldest Germanic nation. Gilbert laughed and pocked the bird in the chest. It squawked falling over backwards.
"Glad to see you're having a wonderful time," Wilhelm commented dryly coming in.
Gilbert blushed, given that it was his vater that the two were just making fun of. "Ja, Vati." He mumbled.
The man raised an eyebrow, wondering what his son was thinking about now. He let it go, sometimes it worked better that asking. "What the two of you did today was wrong Gilbert, you ruined a lot of food."
"Ja, ja I know." Gilbert grumbled not liking how this was sounding like it would turn into a long lecture.
"You're in enough trouble without the attitude." Germania warned quickly. "And you two will be paying me back by working off that money."
Gilbert groaned and protested, "That'll take all summer!" It seemed so unfair, he knew that he was getting a spanking as well. Why did Vater have to be so harsh?
"Ja, I expect it will. I'll work out the exact price later, but I'm losing gold coins over this." The man wasn't being cruel, just giving both a deserving punishment and explaining the severity of this.
Gold was a lot, as much as the teen didn't want to admit it; he messed up big. That was for sure if it had Wilhelm willingly giving the coins over, he was always one for bargains. Maybe losing his summer to help wasn't that much if you look at the whole picture. Still wasn't what he wanted to do, not that he would be given another choice.
The boy had started working at times in town at a blacksmith's shop when work got to be too much for them. Of course all he did was the basic stuff, but it still put a couple coins in his pocket for little treats. "I have some money from my job." He said slowly, not really wanting to give up the measly wages that he got.
"Nien, keep that." Wilhelm could see the guilt plainly painted on the child's face, which was what he wanted. However, he wouldn't ask that of Gilbert, not that he earned enough to do that much anyways. "Now then," he loosened his belt.
With a sigh Gilbert pushed down his pants to his knees and laid across the bed. A few years ago he mentioned just how much he hated being over his Vater's lap with his bare bottom up. As a sort of compromise, mostly because Prussia proved to listen better during a spanking, Wilhelm allowed him to keep something covering his bottom and over either the bed or over a desk.
Now normally, Germania kept punishment as equal as possible between the children. Antonio had thrown such a fit that it was impossible to do so this time. For one thing, it wouldn't be fair to Gilbert, and thought the man wouldn't admit it he was afraid to go so far again.
The belt made it's first trip across Gilbert's bottom, and the teen tried to keep from yelping. He grabbed on the blanket underneath him and prayed this would be over fairly quickly.
The swift smacks rained down harshly, soon coloring his bottom to a bright red, in fact as red as the tomatoes earlier. Although, the only way that Wilhelm could tell was my the lad's upper thighs.
As it continued, the teen rolled around on the bed. Gilbert was now opening bawling his eyes out and spitting out promises to be better in the future. Germania placed a firm hand on his lower back to keep him as still as possible. "Stop moving so much," he said sternly, but he knew that it would do little good.
Gilbert tried to not squirm as much as he had been, he choked out another sob. His bottom burned like it had been light on fire, he was certainly going to be feeling it for a while. The boy promised himself that no matter how much of an ass Antonio was being, that he wouldn't let something so stupid happen again.
With a final three cracks of the belt, the spanking was over. Gilbert scarcely acted any different as all the spanks had blended into one blazing inferno on his bottom and the tops of his thighs.
Wilhelm certainly wasn't without mercy for his youngest. Gently he rubbed the teen's back, allowing him to cry it out. The blond sighed, he hated being this way with the children.
The boy knew his father cared, some days he just wished that he didn't care by holding a belt. He sniveled, wanting to rub the sting out. He had far too much pride to do that while his father was still in the room though.
"I love you Gilbert," Wilhelm reminded having him one last pat on the back.
"Love you too, Vati," Gilbert mumbled back.
