Gilbert moved his head around on the pillow, and then slowly sat up, keeping his expressionless eyes on Germania. The elder nation stood still, wanting to make a dash over to the bed, and embrace the child, but he seemed slightly standoffish from where he was. Speaking gently, and walking slightly to the foot of the bed, he put a hand down onto the blankets, holding the little boy's foot.

"Gilbert…how do you feel?" He hadn't really known what he was going to ask the child other than the obvious question. The boy rubbed at his eyes, and looked around the room at first, and then looked to the man.

"Um…Vati? Vati…I want to put my puzzle together. Its in my room, can I…can I go get it and…"

Walking closer to the little boy, Germania knew it was alright to sit down. He put a finger to the boy's lips and shook his head no.

"Not today Gilbert…but its good to know that you are feeling much better. I do know that you are in need of a bath…and a change of clothing, but after that, it is back to bed young man."

Getting quite upset, the little boy had tears streaming down his face, and he started having a slight fit, kicking back the covers.

"Vati…no! I don't (sniff)…I don't want to stay in bed…I just (sniff) want to play…please Vati, don't make me stay in bed…its (sniff…sniff) not fair!"

Germania did not say another word, but his expression gave the boy a firm reminder that no was no. Reaching for him, Gilbert was lifted up into Willahelm's arms and the two left the bedroom, and walked into the washroom, but before that, the elder nation remembered that Ludwig and Rome were still in the kitchen. Holding onto his Vati he laid his head on the man's shoulder and stayed quiet, but still crying softly. Being sick was not awesome.

Once arriving in the kitchen, Rome who was sitting at the table having some tea, looking over a newsletter, brought his attention to the two. Smiling, he stood up.

"Gilbert! Hey little buddy…its nice to see that you pulled through…and…" He walked closer, but Gilbert sensing something wrong, immediately burst out into a screaming fit, and pressed his face into Germania's chest, hugging him tighter. He cried into the man, and amongst the sobs, a strange face formed on Sandrino's face. "What…um…what did I do?"

Trying to calm the child down, Germania rubbed his back, but this in turn just made the boy cry louder. With all this going on, it had alerted the attention of little Ludwig who was still standing in the corner. He wouldn't dare disobey his Vati, being told to do something, and listening was something he usually followed through with…at least most of the time. He looked over to his Vati, and saw his upset brother, which in turn made him upset. Leaving the area where he was, he quickly ran to Willahelm's legs, and held them, peering up, with a worried look.

"Vati…Vati…what's wrong with Bruder? Why is he crying? Vati…I want some milk Vati…and I want to play, and why is Bruder sad Vati!" He tugged at the man's pant leg, and Germania just looked over at Rome with an exasperated look, and rolled his eyes.

"And you wonder why I am a bucket of merry sunshine most days Rome…ugh. It looks like this one's fever has broke for the moment. Please…do me just one more favor. He needs a bath…right now, and then back to bed. So will you please give Ludwig some milk, and perhaps some bread?"

"Yes…um…yes of course." Said Rome as he went to take the younger child away. Ludwig of course was not having this and held onto Germania's leg tightly. "Come Ludwig…um come here little guy."

"NO! You are not my Vati! This is my Vati. He pointed to the blond haired nation, and held on tighter. When Rome reached down to grab him, Ludwig leaned forward and clamped his little teeth down on the older nation's fingers. Quickly pulling away with a slight yelp, Rome backed away. Germania looked at Sandrino perplexed, because he hadn't been paying attention, having the upset Prussia in his arms.

"What now Sandy?"

"The little blighter just bit me!" He looked at his hand and then back at Germania. This made Willahelm cast an angry and exasperated look to the younger child.

"Ludwig…apologize…right…NOW!"

The boy looked up at Rome, and then back at his Vati. He didn't say a word and when Germania asked him a second time, the boy still refused. The elder nation did not have the time nor the patience. Gilbert was still visibly upset, and crying, and in need of a bath. Ludwig was not getting the proper attention, and clearly needed chastisement and to be put to bed.

"Okay…Rome, I am sorry he is behaving poorly…" He cast another glare at the boy. "You are about to have your bottom tanned! Ugh…I am going to give this child a bath, and put him to bed. Rome…just please bear the little runt. I will be back." He turned around and walked towards the washroom.

Once he arrived in the room, Gilbert was placed down onto the floor, and set on his feet. He knew to raise his arms and Willahelm took off his night shirt. He then picked the boy up, and placed him into the water. Gilbert fussed slightly, having this feeling of slightly cold water hit his skin. His hair was washed and once the bath was over, he was swaddled tightly into a towel, and taken to the bedroom.

"Okay now Gilbert, I am going to put a new night shirt on you, and then you are going to rest some more. I am going to prepare some broth, so I will make sure you eat in a little while. Is that understood?"

Gilbert just shook his head yes, nodding off every couple of minutes. It was now apparent that the child was not at all well enough yet. Though satisfied, Germania put the shirt on, and then he walked to his room, and put the boy in the large bed. The boys might have trouble sleeping together if Gilbert was still not feeling like himself. Tucking him in, he kissed the boy's forehead, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Walking towards the kitchen he contemplated what was going on with the youngest child, why he was behaving so unusual. As he reached where Rome and HRE were, he cleared his throat. Little Ludwig was sitting on the floor playing with his blocks, and Rome just sat at the table, tending to his hand. This concerned Germania a bit.

"Rome…is your injury alright? Did he break the skin?" He just kept an eye on the child who was paying no mind to his elder, rather just on his toys.

"No Will…its fine. Um…I think I am going to head home for the night…I believe Feliciano might be missing me. He asked nanny the other day while I wasn't around more…kind of broke my heart. Anyway…I am glad Gilbert is feeling much better, and I shall talk to you another day."

"Yes…thank you for your help." He saw Rome out the door, and locked it once the nation was gone. Then turning his attention to the smallest nation, he pulled back the sleeves on his shirt, and walked towards the little boy. Kneeling down, the child did not make notice of his Vati staring at him. Clearing his throat, Willahelm spoke. "Ludwig…put away your toys…it is time for me to prepare some dinner for you and your brother. Come now…" He waited patiently as the boy looked up, and then not heeding the order continued playing.

"I don't wanna Vati…"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't wanna…" Ludie said with most certainty, and he went back to his toys.

"Ludwig…I will not ask you again, put away your toys." He watched, and the boy looked up with an annoyed face. "You're going the right way to a smacked bottom you are."

"NO!"

This was the last straw. Willahelm apprehended the boy by his arm and pulled him upward. Struggling a bit, and being slightly cranky, he made a small whine as the older nation knelt down and held him under his arm. The first smack made the child kick his little leg back, the second caused Ludwig to bite back on his lip. Once the third was applied, the small little boy burst into a tears.

"Vati…Vati no! (sniff)…" He went to put his hands to his bottom, but the elder nation pulled them away, and applied a couple more slaps. Once he was done, he stood up and put a hand on his hip, while waving a finger at the child.

"You listen to me…you are behaving most unartig right now. I will not have you act in such a manner."

There was nothing but crying escaping the child's lips. Willahelm sighed and then lifted the boy up into his arms. He was upset, and the child cried and buried himself into the man's arms. Germania had now felt extremely sorry for how he had yelled at the child.

"Ludwig…calm down. You need to understand that you can not have your way. Now…are you going to behave, or do you need to go to bed?"

"Noooo…Vati…(sniff), no bed…I want big Bruder. I want him to get better…(sniff)…"

"I know you do lieber. I want him better too. Come…help me make some broth." setting him down, and holding out his hand, he smiled down at the boy.

Still sniffing, and taking the man's hand, the two walked over to the large caldron. It had been cleaned and emptied. He then walked outside, with the little tot following behind. He pumped the water, and filled the metal container. Once that was done, he lugged it back inside and set it over the fireplace. Ludwig ran to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. Germania then grabbed several vegetables and threw them into the water. It would just be a normal vegetable broth, as he did not have any meat for it. It would be done in a little while, but just needed to boil. And then simmer.

After a little while, the soup was done. Germania walked over to the boiling caldron and reached over to the table, he grabbed a bowl. Ladling some soup into the container, he then set it down. Feeding Ludwig would be the first thing to accomplish, and then he would wake Gilbert.

"Ludwig, sit up…and I will give you some broth." Willahelm grabbed a spoon and walked over next to the boy. Sitting down, he handed the utensil and the child took it. "Okay…eat your dinner, don't make a mess little one."

Nodding his head, the boy took the spoon to his mouth and ate several large spoonfuls. He finished as much as he could, became uninterested with it, and got down from his chair. He walked over to his blocks and sat down again. Germania took the child's bowl, and his own to the basin and set it in. Looking over to the clock, he was still early, so he figured he would give the boy a bath, and then perhaps sit with the little one and read.

"Ludwig…come here…we'll have a little read before your bath." He walked over to a shelf that held books near the sitting area that was off of the kitchen.

Ludwig got right up, excited because he liked his Vati's stories. Germania grabbed a book, sat down, and the little boy ran to the sofa and was helped into the lap of the elder nation. The little one was so intrigued by the story and Germania was glad the child was relaxed, that he hadn't heard little cries from his bedroom. He looked down at Ludwig who was smiling up at him.

"Come…I need to see about your brother. He wants some broth. Follow me Ludwig." He set the book down, and the small child moaned slightly. Germania looked down with compassion. "I know Ludwig…but we have to make sure Bruder is getting better." He walked to the steaming caldron, ladled some of the broth into a bowl, and walked to the bedroom.

Gilbert had since then sat up in the bed. He looked very unhappy and slightly pale. It had been a couple of days since he was bitten, and the fever although had been better, he was unfortunately not one hundred percent. Willahelm walked in with a steaming bowl of the soup. Ludwig followed humming something, and looked up to see his brother staring down at him. His eyes grew wide, and he went to run towards him. Germania set the bowl of broth down, and held out an arm.

"No, no…stay back, Gilbert is still un-well." He raised an eyebrow. "Gilbert, I have some soup, you need to regain your strength, so come now, have some." Germania sat on the bed next to Prussia. He held the bowl in his hands, and dipping the spoon in, held it to the boy's mouth. Gilbert took some, and happily swallowed. Since he hadn't eaten much, the soup soon disappeared. Once that was finished, the elder nation leaned down, kissed the boy's forehead, and held out a hand to the younger boy. "Come…Gilbert needs more sleep, you are in need of a bath, and off to bed for you."

"Goodnight Vati…" Gilbert managed to softly say. Germania nodded at him, almost shocked that he did not have the boy struggle or object as he had to stay in bed. He walked out of the room, turned the lights off, and shut the door.

Walking to the washroom, he knelt down, stripped down HRE, and threw aside his clothing. The water was just the right temp, and he set the child in the basin. Ludwig happily splashed as Willahelm scrubbed the little boy's hair with soap suds. It was a serene moment. Once the bath was finished, Ludwig was taken out of the tub, and wrapped snuggly in a towel. Holding the child close to him, Germania thought back to a time where the boy was no more than an infant, and missed those days. Gilbert was just two years old then and in the stage where he wasn't such a pest.

Arriving to the boy's bedroom, he grabbed a night shirt, and it came over the boy's head. Fitting his arms through the sleeves, the boy giggled.

"What's so funny little one?" Said Germania as he smiled slightly at the child.

"Nothing…haha!" He gave the nation a wide smile, and got into the bed, getting under the covers. Tucked in, and settled, Willahelm bid him goodnight, and left the room, shutting the door.

Another day had past, and the elder nation was nothing more than satisfied with the way things were going for the first time in a good while.