((A/N:Soo here I am again...hi :D so this chapter's just gonna be funny entertainment, so I hope you enjoy!))

Over the past few weeks that Elizaveta Héderváry and Ludwig Beilschmidt had been raising Erika Héderváry Beilschmidt, all of their other friends would assist in taking care of her, as both parents had full-time jobs. It was tough to raise a fifteen-year-old while trying to work at the same time. Sometimes Gilbert help in taking care of her, other times Feliciano-Elizaveta's extremely attractive Italian doctor-and his twin either Lovino, or Roderich. Like I said, everyone helped to watch over Erika, what with her growing up rapid-fire.

"Uncle Gilbert!" The sandy-haired girl squealed with excitement as she jumped into the minivan.

"Hey, joo," the albino man replied with an awesome grin. "So vhat movie are ve going to see again?"

She giggled as she buckled herself into the passenger seat, instantly turning her attention to him.

"Remember? We're going to see Identity Theft!"

"Ah, ja, ja!" Gilbert exclaimed. "I remember now, thank joo for reminding me." Once he'd said that, he put the vehicle in reverse, then drove towards the movie theaters.

"So do joo plan on hanging out vith any of your friends over spring break?" The white-haired male asked as he searched for a parking spot.

"I don't know yet," Erika admitted with honesty. "My friends Jolissa and Chahara vanted me to go to a rave party vith zhem, but those two girls are notzing but trouble." She pouted slightly.

"Ok other vords, Mommy und Daddy von't let joo go and have fun?" Gilbert remarked in a questioning format.

The adolescent shook her head and sighed as she slumped further in her seat.

"Daddy varned me zhat zhe policevomen over zhere were hermaphrodites."

Beilschmidt spit out his beer in a heartbeat. His eyes went wide as he gaped down at his niece.

"Joo mean..." He lowered his voice to a sharp whisper. "He-she girl-man-boy thingies?!"

Erika had to giggle at her uncle'a foolish way of describing things, but managed to nod in response. Gilbert leaned back in the driver's seat, staring straight ahead as he finally parked

"Zhat's totally crazy..." The man shook his head. "Look, I know I can normally agree vith joo vhen joo say zhat your dad is just being an unawesome loser, but I have to agree vith him zhis time." The albino got out of the car, going around to open his niece's door for her, taking Erika's hand as she stepped down. "People like zhat are usually dangerous around zhe suburbs... Vhere do Jolissa und Chahara live?"

Erika walked extremely close to her caretaker, wrapping her arms around his as they crossed the street. Her big, sparkling eyes wandered the mall before they even stepped foot inside.

"Zhey don't live in zhe suburbs. Vell, Chey doesn't, anyvays. Jolissa's papa is a priest und her momma is a nun, so she kinda lives a pretty rich life. But she's really bad, a rebel, y'know?" Erika shook her head and sighed. "Chahara lives on zhe other side of town, but she tells me zhat her und her mom don't have it too good from vhere zhey live..."

The adult raised an eyebrow and shrugged. He, unlike everyone else, didn't know all that much about any of Erika's friends, so there wasn't much for him to say about either of the two she'd been talking about.

"Vell, joo ARE only fifteen," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as they stood in line for tickets.

"Joo shouldn't even be going to rave parties at zhis age."

The child scowled and rolled her eyes in annoyance, but then stopped when she saw a cute skater boy passing. He flipped his dirty blonde hair from

his face, biting his bottom lip as he skated past her. The cutie gave Erika a once-over, but quickly ran off when a security guard chased after him. Beyond the hectic scene was a small, young girl with short, curly orange hair and big, shiny blue eyes. She gripped onto her mother's hand tightly, her head hung low.

"Uncle Gilbert! See? Zhere's Chahara and her mom!"

Said man glanced over to where his pretty niece was pointing. Um, yeah, funny story; Gilbert wasn't even focused on the child, but was gawking at her smokin' got mother.

"Lieben mich," he murmured as his cheeks flushed a dark red, feeling like his crotch was on fire.

The woman holding little Chahara's had wavyish, tousled hair that had a sexy, deep red color to it (naturally red, of course) with seductive green eyes and luscious, long eyelashes that gently brushed her perfectly shaped cheekbones when she blinked. Her body structure was killing him softly; so, to Gilbert, she basically looked like a glorified, sexy, and adult version of Ariel from The Little Mermaid.

"Guter Gott," the Prussian whispered as he was blown away by the MILF. Erika suppressed yet another eye roll.

"Chahara, hey!" She called out to the ginger-haired girl.

She turned to face the Hungarian/German female teen, smiling and waving at her older friend. She tapped on her mother's wrist, who had been debating on whether she should see Warm Bodies, The Call, or Identity Theft. The red headed woman glanced down at her daughter, who was eagerly pointing in a specific direction. She looked up to see Erika, from Chahara's school, and an all but ugly man by her side. The redhead cocked a smooth, pertly plucked black eyebrow at Gilbert, biting her bottom lip seductively.

"Well, let's go say hi, then" she said to her young one, already sauntering her way towards them.

Erika scowled once she saw the way Chahara's mom was looking at Uncle Gilbert, gripping the albino's hand to the point where she was nearly crushing his bones. If he wouldn't have noticed before, he did just then.

"Ow! Mein Gott, Erika! Vhat's wrong vith joo?!" He glared at his niece angrily, but she kept squeezing his hand.

Beilschmidt noticed the light blush on her face and realized she was glaring at the red-haired MILF with... Was that jealousy he saw displayed upon her face?

"Erika, hi!" The ginger cried enthusiastically, hugging her dear friend. The paranormal teen hugged Chahara back, even then refusing to let go of her uncle's soft, warm hand.

"Hallo, Chey," she spoke solemnly. "Hi, Ms. Kowalski."

"Why, hello, little Erika," the woman replied, smiling in an extremely charming way. She then looked to Gilbert. "You must be..."

"Her uncle," he answered swiftly, trying to remember his manners and keep his eyes from wandering the voluptuous body of Chahara's mom.

"Nice to meet you," she said, exchanging formal handshakes with him. "I'm Chahara's mother, Amareya."

"Beautiful name," the Prussian spoke politely as possible. "I'm Gilbert." He wouldn't let go of her hand.

"So what are you up to?" Chey asked curiously.

"We're going to see Identity Theft," Erika told her freshman buddy.

"Well, mommy and me were gonna go watch The Ca-"

"What a coincidence!" Amareya exclaimed. "So were we."

Gilbert's flirtatious grin expanded.

"Perfect," he practically purred.

All four of them headed into the movie theater, but even as it got dark, Erika still had her eye on Chahara's mother. She didn't like her trying to break in between the supposedly unbreakable bond she had with Uncle Gilbert, whether she was a nice woman or not. Once the movie had ended, Erika rushed the albino male to the minivan that was parked to a snazzy, golden Ferrari. She nearly shoved the man into the car, demanding that he "hurry the hell up" and take her home. He had an astonished expression as he looked to the girl.

"Heilig Scheiße!" Gilbert cried. "Vhat zhe hell's got your undervear in a ficken twist?!"

"Chahara's Häschen of a mother!" Erika screamed as she slammed the passenger door closed, turning around and running down the sidewalk. She figured that she could make it home, with or without her uncle.

(("Lieben mich" - German for "Love me"

"Guter Gott" - German for "Good God"

"Heilig Scheiße" - German for "Holy Shit

"Häschen" - German for "Bimbo"

A/N: So, it's obvious that little Erika is acting like a spoiled, jealous brat. But, hey, if I had an uncle as awesome as Prussia, so would I! X3))