Once back outside on the patio he sighed calming his feelings as the cool wind blows against his skin helping to calm him further, he started to look around as if looking for something or someone without even noticing that he was searching when his eyes finally fall on the figure of a man with white hair and as if realizing it he felt like that's who he was looking for out here and secretly hoped that he hadn't left yet. He smiles and runs over to the man only to stop a short distance from him staring up at his face as the moon illuminated it, the Prussian man looked like he had a pained expression on his face which caused Mathieu's small heart to ache and then the young child run up to the man latching onto his waist tightly as if to take away that pained expression to which the child was shaking a little. The older man flinched slightly when something latched themselves onto his waist and as he looked down his face showed shock to see that it was Mathieu latched onto his waist but he quickly hid his shocked expression and turned it to one of worry for the child, he places his hand atop the small Canadian's head smoothing the young child's hair back to calm them.
"Vhat is vrong Mazhew?" The Prussian continued to sooth the young child who was still latched onto him.
The Canadian boy raises his head up to look into the mans red eyes, his own glistening with tears as he sniffles back his tears to answer the man. "I-I'm fine. …A-Are you ok?"
'Ja, of course I am. Vhat makes you ask zhat?" Gilbert asks making sure to speak softly.
"I-I saw your face. Y-You looked so pained a-and I wanted to take your pain a-away from you…" The child said through tears still staring up into Gilberts eyes.
The Prussian was so shocked to hear those words from such a young, innocent child that he didn't know how to react right away, he then composed himself and placed a small smile on his face stroking the blonde's hair a little more before speaking. "I'm alright Mazhew, truly I am fine. You don't need to take anyzhing away from me since I'm not in pain at all"
Gilbert gently picked up Mazhew and placed him on his lap in his arms hugging the young boy, he continued to stroke his soft blonde hair wanting to calm the child down and it didn't take long for the child to calm and slowly fallen asleep in the older man's arms. Gilbert stared down at the young boy that had now fallen asleep in his arms and he sighed wondering how such a young child could have such a big, warm heart to care so much about other people before himself and he softly chuckled to himself. "Zhis child, zhis boy. Im looking forward to see how you vill grow. Mein Vögelchen~"
The Prussian male got up off the bench slowly so not to wake the child still in his arms and began to walk back into the house since he was sure Francis would soon come looking for his young son in a panic and he would of course blame his friend, just as he walked in Francis was storming towards his friend only to stop and look to the boy in his arms.
"Relax Francis, he has just fallen asleep and I vas bringing him inside to you" Gil says holding the child out to his friend.
Francis takes the child from his german friend and holds him close smiling down at the small blonde in his arms. " 'e 'as 'ad a big day, 'e must 'ave been worn out"
"Zhat boy is special Francis. Make sure you continue to support him" The german man says with a small pained smile on his face staring at the boy.
"Oui, of course I will but w'at makes you say t'at" Francis questions noting the look on his friend's face.
"He is just a very special child, he has such a kind pure heart. Vest, come on ve're leaving now" Gilbert said as he calls for his younger brother, the young child comes over and holds onto his brother's hand.
Gilbert smiles at his brother and starts to head towards the front door, he turns his head looking over his shoulder and calls to Francis. "Francis, I look forward to seeing how zhat young child vill grow. I zhink it vill be very interesting" He then walks out the door taking his younger brother with him.
Francis watched one of his best friends leave with their younger brother before letting his eyes drift down to his young son in his arms as a soft gentle smile graced his face as he turned towards the stairs and took his son up to his room, he opens the door and places the child on his bed and covers him with the covers.
He lent down kissing his sons head and smoothing down his son's hair. "Bonne nuit mon adorable enfant"
Francis walks out of the room and just as he closes the door he swears he hears his son say something in his sleep but is not sure he heard correctly.
"…Gilbert, please feel …better" Mathieu mumbles in his sleep.