Muah ha ha! Yup…after about a three month hiatus…and seriously considering if I wanted to continue with more chapters, I have decided to make more…possibly five? I don't know. I just loved this story so much, so I hope you all enjoy. Sneaky, sneaky I am…but then I mentioned that in my journal, so yeah…
It was sometime later in the morning when Prussia rolled over and woke up from his long and uncomfortable sleep from the previous night. He leaned up on his elbow, and looked around him. There laying on the floor was France, and Spain, and they were still asleep. Grumbling, he stood up and groaned.
"Ugh…shit…what a freaking night." Prussia rubbed the side of his head, and again, turned his attention to the other two nations. He got annoyed as they lay there passed out. Walking over to France, he stuck his foot out and roughly kicked the nation in the side. This made Francis yell out in pain.
"Aghhhhhhhhh! Sacré bleu!" France held his side, and crumpled up in the fetal position and then looked up at Prussia with tears in his eyes. "Gilbert! What was 'zat for? You 'urt me! Ugh…"
"Shut up France!" Prussia then walked over to the other slumbering nation and leaned down towards his ear. "WAKIE WAKIE SPAIN!" Prussia watched as Antonio grabbed at his ears, and then sat right up.
"Man! You are the biggest Pendejo I have ever met…" He stopped talking and then thought of what happened to them the previous night. "Ah wait, man…no, sorry Prussia…England is the biggest PENDEJO!"
All three looked at one another. Prussia got red in the face, and held his hands behind his back. England had punished him the hardest, and his backside was still slightly sore. Glowering his eyes, he looked to Spain, and then to France.
"Okay…this is what is going to happen." Prussia walked over to his table set, and pulled out a chair. Motioning to the others, he had them follow suit. Sitting down, he suddenly yelped…and swallowed hard. "Eh…whew…um okay…*damn Arthur* Okay, guys sit. This is what needs to happen, we have to find out exactly what the hell happened to us!"
Spain nodded his head, and slammed a fist down on the table. He was set to take care of action, and wanted nothing more than to get even with the Brit. France on the other hand stayed quiet. Seeming very upset, Prussia cast an angry glance.
"France…what? Why do you always have to be in some sullen mood? Don't you want to get even with what England did?"
Sighing, France looked at his two friends. It took a lot out of him these past couple of days, and he was unsure how to respond, but with Gilbert getting pissed off, and Spain's unexpected enthusiasm towards revenge, he had to say something.
"Oui…I want to get 'im back for what 'e did…but…I also want Mon Matthieu back…" France put his hands to his face and started to sob a little. Spain in his compassionate sense, put a hand on France's shoulder, but Prussia was not amused.
"Nein, Nein, Nein! Francis! Seriously…you need to let that brat go! He is in apparent good hands. What we need to focus on is getting around to England's home, and taking him completely by surprise. Now…are you two with me, or are you going to wimp out?"
Looking up, France neither agreed, nor disagreed. He just stayed quiet. This left the other two talking, and forming a plan.
Meanwhile back at England's mansion, Arthur was sitting outside with the two boys. They had played a game of tag, listened to a story, had some treacle, and now were getting airplane rides from the older nation. The day indeed had been a tiring one. They played the whole day, had lunch together, and dinner was a delightful event. After all that was done, they wanted to play more. England obliged, because he had not been in the mood to play lately, but with the events that happened, he was more than happy to play.
Releasing America, he set the boy down, and walked over to a stone bench. Out of breath he sat down, and the two boys ran over to him.
"Arthur! Why are you resting…it's Matthew's turn, you said when I was done, you were going to fly Matthew. You can't rest! Come on big brother!" America pulled on England's sleeve, and was very anxious. Arthur cast an eye back to his brother, and with a tired look, smiled.
"Oh Alfred…he did have a turn, you BOTH had turns, but come now, it is getting late. I had a long…looooong night, as you know little one, and I really think the two of you should get some rest as well." He stood up, and Matthew sensing an order followed, but America had a different reaction. He stood back with his hands crossed over his chest. England looked back at his with hesitance. "Alfred…come now…I don't need this right now."
"But…but big brother…we are having fun…I don't want to go to bed yet!" He looked over to Matthew and then back to England.
"Alfred Jones…you and Matthew had your fun outside, and now it is simply time to go to sleep. Now I won't tell you again young man, come along, and move on with it." He held out a hand, and Matthew ran over and grabbed one, and the other stayed empty.
"No! Big brother…I want…I want to…" America stopped as he saw England release his grip from Canada and walk slowly over. Kneeling down, and without even having a moment to react, Alfred was put over England's bended knee, and given a couple of swats on his backside. The boy kicked his legs, and cried out, knowing that just a little while ago, he was spanked for leaving the mansion ground. Now he was just being punished for being cheeky. "Noooo, no please…Arthur, I am sorry. *shit*"
England's hand came down midway and then stopped. He took the boy off his knee, stood up, and held the boy firmly by his shirt sleeve.
"What did you just say?" He raised an eyebrow and waited for the boy to stop crying. The sobs ceased, and the child held a hand to his mouth, and tried to take a step back, but England held him firmly. Repeating the question louder, England slightly shouted. "Alfred Frederick Jones…did you just say what I think you said?"
"Um…I'm sorry…I am sorry big brother…I didn't mean to…it…it slipped out."
"Mmm hmmm…right…" England grabbed a hold of the boy's ear, and then looked over his shoulder. Motioning to Canada "Come Matthew, follow me inside." England walked with the moaning little boy, and the other little one followed. Once they arrived in, England released America's ear, and looked him in the eyes. "You are coming with me…" Casting a glance over at his other brother, he smiled. "Matthew…I think its time for you to head to your room, and go to bed."
"Yes…um…yes big brother." He whimpered, and then looked over to America who seemed to be getting into more trouble than anyone he had ever met. Within moments, Hughes came strolling into the foyer, and looked down. Alfred looked very unhappy standing by his brother's side, and then there was Matthew, equally as frightened, but knowing he was not in trouble. Looking up at his butler, England nodded.
"Hughes…please see Matthew to bed. I have to ahem…teach this little one that naughty words are not tolerated in this house." Hughes bowed, and then held out a hand to Matthew.
"But of course Master Kirkland…come little one." Matthew walked over to the butler, took his hand, and the two walked. Turning his head, he looked back to his doomed brother, and waved slightly. America just watched and semi smiled. He was of course interrupted by the clearing of Arthur's throat.
"Alright then…little bugger…inside the kitchen." England walked over to the door, and held it opened, pointing inside for the boy to go in first.
Once he was in, England told him to wait. America dared not to move and watched as his brother walked over to the sink basin, and apprehend the large bar of soap. Eye widening America put his hand to his mouth and held back a small little moan. England looked back and shook his head. He then turned on the water, wet his finger, and then rubbed it against the bar, working up a slight lather. Once that was done, he walked over to America, got down on one knee and held it out to the boy's mouth.
"Open your mouth…right now…" England said this in a scary tone, and there was no way America was going to disobey orders. He slowly opened his mouth, and in the quickest of speeds, felt Arthur brush his sudsy finger against the boy's teeth, and then on his tongue as well. Once he was done, he wiped the rest of the suds on the side of his jacket. "Okay…keep it there for 5 minutes…don't even think about spitting it out, I will be watching."
Furiously nodding his head, America stood with a mouth fool of soap, and tears welled up in his eyes. He was angry at his brother for being so unfair, and angry at himself for uttering such a word. But he had heard it from the very source. England used it all the time. Wanting to retch, he had to wait. He watched as his brother stood with his arms crossed tapping his foot. Five minutes was a very long time. After what seemed like a lifetime, England tapped his watch, and then grabbed America in his arms. He took the boy to the sink, and leaned him over it. Turning on the faucet, he let the water run, and spoke to the child.
"Okay…rinse it out, and have another sip to make sure there are no suds."
America did not say anything, but simply groaned a little. The soap was not leaving his taste buds, so he spit, and rinsed, and spit, and rinsed. When he was done, England turned off the water, and took the boy's hand. They walked out of the kitchen, and towards the foyer, where the staircase was. As they approached, Hughes was coming down the steps, ready to take care of a second boy's bedtime. He smiled at England, and then looked sorry at the boy.
"Hughes, please dress this child for bed, and then once that is done, I would like a cup of tea." he handed the boy's hand over to the butler. Hughes agreed. Before the child was taken to bed, England mentioned one more thing. "Alfred…don't you ever let me catch you using a naughty word like that again…do you understand?"
"Ummm hmmm…yes Arthur…"
"Okay then…goodnight young man…and see you in the morning." England watched as the two walked up the stairs, and with them gone, he walked to his study, and contemplated his next days work.
A teary eyes, and tired Alfred was undressed and then set in his bed. Hughes tucked him in, and watched as the boy quickly fell asleep. Walking to the door, Hughes bid the young boy goodnight, and closed the door. He arrived downstairs, prepared a tea trolley and walked down to England's study. Knocking on the door, he gave the nation his hot beverage, and then retired to his own quarters.
England worked into the night, stopping every so often to think about his two little brothers. He just smiled and then continued. He yawned and finished just past midnight. Gathering up his things, he turned off his desk lap, and pushed back his chair. He left his desk, and opened the door to his office, exiting, and walking up the stairs to his own room. A wave of worry came across his face, as he suddenly wondered about Matthew. With everything that had happened, he just wanted to make sure the child was still safe. Walking down to the room where the boy was staying, he quietly opened the door, and looked in. Matthew was laying there like a little angel, snoring softly. Accomplished, the boy was indeed home.
After the frightened thoughts left, England closed the door and walked to his own room. He undressed, put on his night shirt, and climbed into his bed. Rest was certainly needed tonight.
Morning arrived, as quickly as it could. England rose out of bed, and looked to the clock. Another bright and early seven on the dot. He grumbled and walked into his bath, and started up the shower. Washing himself, he sang a little tune, and worked up a frothy lather into his hair. Rinsing, he thought about the day and what it would hold. He was more than sure the children would want to play, but was not entirely sure he would give in.
Shutting off the water, he climbed out of the shower, and threw a towel around his waist. He exited the washroom and walked to his wardrobe. Picking out his green military outfit, he dressed himself, and combed his hair to its usual style. Once he was done, he went to walk down the steps, but stopped as he heard little laughter coming from the hallway wash room.
Walking down, he approached the door, and opened it. There were the boys having a bath. Francine was smiling, and laughing along with what the children were saying. Matthew was having his head rinsed of the soap, and Alfred looked up at his brother.
"Arthur! Francine said we are having pancakes for breakfast! Yay! I want some pancakes!" The child jumped up in the basin, and was really excited. It was good to see he was not upset at his punishment anymore. But of course pancakes would make any boy happy.
"Good Alfred…I am very glad to hear it." Looking to his maid, he nodded. "Francine, please see that they are dressed…um, the sailor suits. I have a white one for America, and the navy one for Canada. I am looking to have their picture taken, and I want it to be simply perfect. I will be downstairs."
"Yes Mister Kirkland." Said Francine timidly.
Seeing as he was happy, England walked down the steps. He knew his schedule was slightly full in the late morning, but he knew he would be able to go into town to have a photo op. It would be delightful.