Convincing Prussians
Francis glanced out the window to where Gilbert was chasing Matthew around the yard, the little boy giggling and laughing uncontrollably the whole time. After the two had gone outside, Alfred ended up throwing a huge tantrum, screaming and pounding at the floor continuously. Arthur groaned and had put the small American in one of the rooms upstairs, last France had checked the boy had fallen asleep with tear tracks on his face. England walked up behind Francis.
"Did we really fuck it all up?" England asked quietly.
"Quoi?" Francis asked, turning to the smaller man.
"You know what I mean France." England glared.
"I was under the impression that you were the one to raise Alfred." Francis replied scathingly.
England visibly deflated. "I know... I taught Alfred that he was better than everyone else... stronger... smarter... better... I shoved Matthew to the side and made him believe he was worthless... Blimey... I've really messed up this time, Francis."
Arthur dropped into one of the chairs heavily. Francis sighed and sat next to him, their shoulders brushing slightly as Francis shifted so that he could wrap an arm around Arthur's shoulders comfortingly. England leaned into France's embrace and sighed.
"I didn't realize I fucked it up that bad." Arthur murmured.
"But maybe now we have a chance to change this." France pointed out. "Have them become even better than before."
"But should we?" England questioned suddenly, pulling out of his brothers embrace. "Should we change who they are? It could do something dangerous to the world."
Francis sighed. "Yes, but as nations we're always thinking about our countries, wars, alliances... maybe we should stop thinking like this, cher, and think about the people behind Canada and America."
England chuckled. "Bloody hell, when'd you get so intelligent frog?"
France laughed. "I've always been this smart."
"Suuuure." England drawled sarcastically.
"Afur?" America's voice came from the door.
"Yes, Al?" Arthur asked kindly, coming to stoop at the child's level.
"I'm sorry... I didn' know tha' you loved Mafew too..." Alfred murmured, scuffing his toe into the ground.
England winced but came forward to hug the small nation. "It's alright Al. But you must understand that Matthew is your younger brother... you have to protect him and love him... because he'll protect and love you with all his heart if you treat him the way you want to be treated."
America look up at England with wide eyes and nodded. "Okay..."
Francis grinned. "America, let's go do something together whilst England speaks with Prussia, oui?"
"OKAY!" Alfred cheered and sprinted to the hallway, Francis following behind him.
England groaned, bloody frog always meddling. He glanced out the window again and sighed, moving towards the back door.
- Albino Birdie -
Prussia tried not to show his frustration with birdies family. He really did try, but he was never known for hiding or holding in his emotions. To be honest he found it a waste of time, people were given emotions to show and use them not hide them in a box! But Matt had been turned into a kid again and he was naive and innocent as it was but as a kid... can you say amplified? Matthew was currently hanging upside down from a tree branch talking to Gilbert a mile a minute. He seemed almost in a rush as if in any second, Gilbert would leave the kid or someone would take him away so Matthew had to tell him everything now.
Eventually Matthew fell silent and stared at the albino for a few minutes. "What?" Prussia snapped, immediately cringing when Matthew's expression became a poker-face, expressionless save for the sad eyes.
"Was I annoying you? ...Sorry..." Matthew murmured quietly, slowly pulling himself up so that he was bent in half against the tree branch. Shifting his weight he sat atop of the tree branch, back towards Prussia.
Prussia resisted the urge to slap himself in the head as he heaved a sigh and walked around the tree trunk to look Matthew in the face. "Birdie, you're not annoying me. I'm just not used to someone talking so fast or so much."
Matthew turned red. "I'm acting like Alfred again... I don't do that a lot... promise."
Gil chuckled and heaved himself into the tree, leaning against the tree-trunk he grinned at the kid. "It's a good change from when you're sad kid. I don't mind."
Gil glanced a look over Canada's shoulder and groaned, his forehead thunking solidly against the tree. Kumajiro started growling and Matthew looked over his shoulder, his eyes widened and he started to panic. In his haste to get out of the tree, he fell backwards. He yelped as he started to free fall. Prussia cursed at the Canadian's unlucky clumsiness and dove for him, catching him just in the nick of time. Pulling the boy against him, Prussia glared at the Englishman coming towards them.
"Prussia, please hand me Matthew." England asked a little too formally.
"Nein." Prussia growled. "You are not getting birdie from me, frankly you and Franny got your hands full with the yankee. You could never deal with Matthew as well."
England sighed. "Gilbert, you helped me get Matthew from Francis in the Seven Years War."
"If I recall correctly, eyebrows, I allied with you to get back at specs." Prussia snorted. "Francis just happened to be on Austria's side."
Gil glanced down to check on Matthew. The boys eyes were wide and watery and he seemed to be trying to get away from England by getting closer to Prussia. England glanced at Canada and sighed at the boys reluctance to go near him. Gilbert glared at him harshly, if Canada didn't want to go with England he didn't have to. Gil would make sure of it.
"Look, Prussia, I realize you don't trust me. But we need to get Matthew and Alfred back to their original ages. Regardless of how much we dislike each other it would be chaos if the other nations heard that Alfred and Matthew were children at the moment. It would turn into chaos and it would turn into a battle for who would control the child and in turn get more out of them." England explained.
Prussia glared. "But isn't that what you are doing? Attempting to control Matthew and Alfred?"
"What? NO!" England exclaimed. "We're trying to turn them back to normal by using a potion."
Gil's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "... your potions always have a habit of affecting people 'unintentionally' maybe you should put that crap on the shelf and leave it alone you dummkopf."
Arthur averted his eyes, unease in every motion. "I- I know... it just got out of hand..."
Gil sneered. "Alright, alright you'll make that fucking potion and turn birdie back to normal. But I am staying here and helping."
Arthur's mouth dropped. "Are you mad, man?"
"Yes, pissed to all hell." Gilbert snarled. "But I'm still staying."
Arthur growled and the two glared at each other for a moment before Arthur threw his arms into the air. "FINE! Have it your way then you bloody..." England went off into a rant and Gilbert knew there was a shit eating grin on his face as the irate Brit stomped off towards the house.
Gil grinned and hugged Matthew tightly. "C'mon kid, before Arthur changes his mind."
Matthew nodded and smiled slightly up at Gilbert. "Okay."
Prussia set the Canadian down and the two walked into the house, Matthew only ever half a step behind Gilbert. Walking into the room they found that it was empty, save for the door wide open showing the two Alfred and Francis playing with Alfred's toy train set that they had found in the attic. Alfred beamed up at Matthew and Gilbert.
"MATTIE! Come play with me! Come play!" Al giggled.
Matthew bit his lower lip and smiled shyly. "Okay..." He murmured as his rambunctious brother pulled him towards the train set.
Francis dusted himself off as he stood and stepped over the boys' toy. Moving towards his friend he nodded at Arthur who had come back with a cup of tea. "Mon ami, you are staying with us to help oui?"
"Ja." Gilbert nodded firmly, glancing at England's scowling face out of the corner of his eye.
"Alright... now you might not like this but I have been thinking... maybe we should bring the boys to the world conference... non?" France questioned. "there is a meeting before the gala and maybe exposing the boys to the different nations might make them more open towards all people... improving who they were by changing the environment they were raised in?"
"Are you fucking high?" Gilbert demanded. "Fuck no. England was just saying about what a bad idea that was!"
"We might have to. We can't hole up here forever." France pointed out.
"Or at least the week." England interjected.
Prussia glared at them harshly. This was going to take some conjoling.
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