I hate this chapter

14 dec:
"You have to let go of him eventually." Arthur said dryly as he stared at the two on the airport. Francis sent him a glare but let Gilbert out of his hug anyway.
"Well then I guess this is were we part mon petit ami." he said softly to Gilbert. "Make sure not to eat anything Arthur gives you."
Gilbert snickered as he heard Arthur sputter indignantly behind him. Francis got up again and ruffled Gilbert's hair a last time. Arthur watched the Frenchman leave before turning to Gilbert.
"Well come one lad, no need to look so distressed. Let's go and fetch Blackie."
He took Gilbert's bag in one hand and took Gilbert's in the other.

The car-ride to Arthur's house was silent and rather awkward. Unlike the previous ones Gilbert had been with he and Arthur had never really gotten along well. Wars and drunken arguments (not to mention WW2) had left them in a bad tention that was yet to clear out. They ended at the house, still in silence apart from Blackie's happy barking at being let out of the car.
"I suppose you'd like some lunch before we set to work." Arthur began.
Gilbert interupted by shaking his head furiously and clutching at his stuffed chicken for dear life. Arthur frowned a little, something that looked really scary in the eyes of a child, and unlocked the door.
"You will have to eat eventually, lad. It's either now or later."
Arthur then decided to talk a little more softly as Gilbert looked about scared to death. He sighed heavily and ruffled Gilbert's hair.
"I am not going to kill you chap. I'm not that bad of a guy."
The coment didn't do much to ease Gilbert's troubled mind but it ridded some of the tention. Arthur shot a glance at the watch. It was not even 11 yet.
"Well there's no use in wasting time." he said half to himself half to Gilbert. "Let's see if we can't get you back to an adult."

The basement was dark and dusty and Gilbert sneezed several times while down there. He was sitting on top of a desk while Arthur was looking through tons of books in a language he vaguely recognized as latin. Now and then Arthur would look like he'd found something but then he would frown and look further while grumbling random curses. Finally, hours later, he seemed satisfied and got up from his chair. Without talking he grabbed the book and a chalk and went to the middle of the room. He shooed Blackie, who had been lying percisely there, away and bent down on his knees. With impressive perfection he drew a pentagram and added the required runes for this specific spell. It took a little while but finally he felt satisfied with his work. Still wordslessly he lifted Gilbert of the table and set him in the middle of the pentagram.
"Don't move." he instructed shortly before stepping out himself and grabbing his book. "If I've got this right, you will be the same obnoxious Prussian as you were before."
He stretched out his right palm so it was pointing at Gilbert and started chanting rapidly in latin. Gilbert had learned some latin as young when all bibles were writen in the ancient language but this fast it was impossible for him to follow. Finally Arthur yelled in a loud and clear voice.
"Retexamus quod semel erat!"
There was a flash of red light streaming from his palm going straight for Gilbert. Gilbert's eyes were wide in fear and Arthur's were narrowed in determination.
BOOM!

Arthur coughed heavily as he got himself up from where he had landed in a corner.
"A-are you alright Gilbert?" he called out through the layers of dust and coughed again as some of it entered his lungs.
"Y-Yeah." Gilbert wheezed out from another part of the room, followed by a whining sound from Blackie.
"Is Blackie alright?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah he's just scared I think." came Gilbert's reply.
Arthur sighed in relief and scanned the room. The dust was finally clearing and he could finally get a look on the damage.
"What the bloody hell!"
The room was in more or less perfect condition. All shelves stood where they should as well as tables and chairs. Even a withered pot on the windowsill stood unaffected by the blast that had thrown Arthur all the way across the room. There was though a great difference to the room. Every free space in the room was covered in powdery cold white snow that sparkled from an unknown source.
"What happened?" Gilbert asked in confusion.
"How should I know. There is no curse even close to that one that produces snow. And most certainly not inside!
"Dissolvere!" he yelled with a wave of the hand but to his disdain nothing happened. "Dissolvere!" he yelled again but yet again nothing happened.
Arthur cursed under his breath and pulled Gilbert to his feet.
"Let's eat."

Gilbert poked misserably at the supposedly potato and tried to ignore the complaints his stomach. Never in his life would he imagined that one could burn potatoes but he supposed every day was a day of surprises. Arthur was watching him closely with a slight frown on his face.
"You're not eating." he commented matter of factly.
Gilbert didn't look up.
"I'm not hungry." he lied.
Somehow as if in mocking his bad lie, his stomach chose that exact moment to grumble loudly and give away the lie. Arthur heaved another sigh and reached for the plate to put it away. He scraped the food into the tin and put the plate in the sink for now to be washed up later.
"If you didn't want my food you could just have told me so. Now it will be another 20 minutes or so before you get something to eat."
Arthur had now walked over to the kitchen-phone and dialed a number.
"I hope you like chinese better."

The takeout was indeed better than the burnt potatoes and he ate eagerly. Arthur had a calm smile on his face as he chewed on his own food. The tension from earlier was all gone and replaced by a comfortable silence that surrendered all off the house. Around ten or so Arthur coughed a little to bring to boy's attention to him.

"It's getting late lad, you should be heading to bed soon."

Gilbert pouted.

"But I'm not tired."

Arthur gave him an unimpressed look. The way Gilbert was struggling to keep his eyes open was telling him another story.

"There's not need to make this complicated Gilbert. Do you want me to tuck you in?"

Gilbert shook his head quickly and Arthur gave a resigned sigh.

"As you wish, but your still going to bed."

He ushered Gilbert out of his chairs and pushed him up the stairs gently (well it's was more like carrying him without Gilbert realizing it).

Gilbert didn't say anything when they got up and shut the door directly in Arthur's face. Arthur frowned at this but left it be. Something was going on with the Prussian and he was going to find out what, as soon as he'd gotten some sleep of course.

C YAH NXT DAY