Germania stayed back slightly, and then within moments, he quickly ran over to the toilet, and leaned in releasing a very fourth coming bout of sickness. Ludwig waded through the basin, and stood next to his brother.
"Wow…WOW! Vati…Vati is sick!" Said the smallest one. Gilbert too was oddly amused by this. Neither one of the children had ever seen their Vati like this.
The elder nation finished, and leaned back, glancing at both children. He was sweating, and feeling very awful at the moment. He grabbed a cloth towel, and wiped his mouth. The children still needed the rest of their bath. Germania cleared his throat and went back to the bath. Reaching in, he grabbed up Gilbert first, and set him down, and then grabbed up Ludwig. Taking two towels, he wrapped them around the boys, and stood up.
"Come along you two, I need to get you dressed and then we are going to take it extremely slow today…" He walked towards the bedroom, and the children followed.
Germania was not sure what was going on, but if he was getting sick, he would need to take it easy, however that would be difficult with the two small children at his every beckon call. Germania wasn't sure what to do, as this feeling became worse. He might even have to call upon Rome to come and be with the boys. That would be the worst thing to ever do. He continued walking to the bedroom. Upon arriving, Gilbert and Ludwig still in their towels shivered a little, and the elder nation got right to getting them dressed. He put little pants on Gilbert with a tan button up shirt, and Ludwig in a navy shirt with brown pants. Once the children were dressed, Germania stood by the door, after standing up he felt a little queasy.
"Um…come along boys, come into the kitchen…and…*oomph*…" Germania held back a retch, and Gilbert's eyes widened.
"VATI! You are sick! You need to rest and I have to give you soup. You did that for me, and now I am going to take care of you!" The little boy marched up to the nation, and grabbed his hand, trying to lead him out of the room. Germania looked down at his little one, and held his stomach while confused.
"So where do you think you are taking me Gilbert?"
Gilbert pulled harder, but Germania wasn't budging. Gilbert needed to make the nation understand that he could take care of the house, and take care of Ludwig as well.
"Vaaaaaati! I am taking you to your bedroom where you have to lay in bed, and then I will make some soup and…" Germania let go of the child's hand, and knelt down.
"Nein little one…you are too little to take care of your Vati…don't worry…I will…ermm…" The sick feeling was still inside him, and he needed to do something with these children, otherwise he was only going to feel worse. Composing himself, Germania turned back around, and leaving the two boys, he walked over to the kitchen table, and began composing a letter. Gilbert and Ludwig hurried out of their bedroom, and walked over to the table. Peering over the table, the little nation's red eyes were focused on what his Vati was doing.
"Vati...what are you writing?" The little nation put his hand on the table, tapping to get the elder nation's attention. Germania just continued writing, but the little tapping was persistent. He looked over sighing.
"Little one, stop it. I am just sending word to Herr Ancient Rome...and..." The elder nation was cut off by a spouting of words by Prussia.
"NEIN! Oh Nein Vati, I don't want him here, he is going to wreck everything. Are you mad? You're just being stupid Vati! Why would you even think to have him here and..." The boy was then silenced by Germania leaning down and giving the child a swift smack to his backside, and looking up with a pout, Gilbert went to speak, but Germania shook his head.
"Gilbert, I warned you of your tone. And...*sigh* I can not allow the both of you to be left alone. I need rest, as it is very rare that your Vati is sick and..."
"But..*sniff*, its not fair Vati. I don't like Rome, and YOU don't like him. What if he kills me and Ludie, and then when you are better, we are gone? How would you like that?" The little one said while rubbing his bottom. The smack he had received had not hurt him, but he made it his point to sulk and to quickly calm up otherwise Germania would give him something worse to whine about.
Shaking his head, the elder nation finished the letter, and folding it, he walked to the window, and whistled. Looking out towards the sky he whistled again and a white dove flew to the window, and the nation tied it to the birds feet.
"Make haste little feathered friend, and deliver this to Ancient Rome." He bid the bird away, and closed the window. Looking over to the boys, he needed to wait for the Roman, and he walked over to the couch and sat down.
Gilbert walked over, as did Ludwig, and both children looked to the pale nation. Ludwig leaned in, and wrapped his arm around Germania's knee, and whined a little. These children really were helpless without him. Looking down, the nation's eyes were getting heavier, and he yawned. Leaning down, he grabbed up his youngest into his lap, and sat there. Ludwig was happy, and Gilbert just stood standing. It seemed within moments, but there was a loud rapping on the door, and looking to both children, Germania nodded to Gilbert who ran to the door. Forgetting completely that it was Rome that was coming, the little nation was excited to open the door, and once he did, he paused.
"Oh, its just you...go away!" He went to slam the door shut when Germania walked over, and held it open, looking down at Gilbert.
"Go over to the corner Wicht, you don't treat any guest like that, whether you like them or not. Such a rude little one I have." He glared, and Gilbert ran over, stomping as he did so. Willahelm looked to the nation, and with a sigh, spoke. "Sandrino...I am glad you can make it. I am sorry it's such sort notice, but I was wondering if you can watch the boys, I am not feeling one hundred percent, so perhaps you can do this favor for me?" The handsome nation waltzed in, and smiled at Germania.
"Si' Si' of course Germania, I would be delighted. What do you want me to do first? Sing to the children? Tell them tales of woe. I know, have them fight to the death, and then..."
"Nein, um...why don't you start by feeding them. There is some jam, and sliced bread in the pantry. I really must get some sleep, as my headache is throbbing, though, it has gotten painfully worse now as of the late and I literally feel like I might vomit, clearly because of you." Shaking his head, he leaned in and handed off Ludwig to the other nation. Ludwig sightly whined, but Germania calmed him down. "Its alright Ludwig, Herr Rome is going to take care of you. Be a gut little boy for your Vati."
Once Gilbert saw his brother be given to Rome, he turned around from the corner, and looked back at his Vati with a slight glare. He needed to get the elder nation fixed, there was no way stupid Rome was going to care for them. No way. Germania glanced over before going towards his own room, and he wavered a finger at his eldest.
"Behave yourself Wicht...I am warning you. You have a guest who is watching you, and they deserve just as much respect as me. So don't do anything I would be disappointed in." The sickly nation stood there, and then grappling at his stomach, he walked towards his room, going down the hall, and closed the door to his bedroom.
Gilbert was not even able to respond. He opened his mouth, but as soon as his Vati stated for the child to not disappoint him, it was a tall order. Disappointing his Vati was a lot worse than making Vati angry. He huffed and stayed by the corner. Still holding Ludwig, the little one whined in Rome's arms, and the elder nation set him down.
"Awwww...you see, its going to be fine little ones. Your Vati is going to rest, and Ancient Rome is going to take care of you." He walked over to the table, and proceeded to start slathering some jam on some slices of bread. Ludwig was excited, he knew his Vati needed rest, and though he missed him, he wanted bread with jam, so he walked over and sat down.
Gilbert who was still in the corner, and knew that he could now come out from the corner, turned around and saw his brother reluctantly grabbing for a slice of the bread. His eyes widened and he suddenly ran over and pointed a finger at the little nation.
"Nein! Nein Ludie, you can't eat that, its poisoned by that stupid Rome!" He walked over to his brother's chair, and went to pull the bread out of his hands, but Ludwig whined, and pulled back.
"Gilbie, let go! Its not bad, I wanna eat it. Let go!" The two little one's bickered, and Rome saw this, slightly flabbergasted, and not knowing what to do. He shook his head, and held his hands up laughing nervously.
"Eh, come on you two...no need to be bickering. Come, have the bread and then..." The elder nation was cut off by Prussia looking over to him with a glare.
"Shut up you! You are not Vati, and I am not going to eat this!" Gilbert grabbed the piece of bread from his little brother, and crumbled it in his hands, throwing it to the ground, and of course making a large mess on the floor. Rome looked, slightly surprised.
"Oh...but look what you did you naughty little bambino!" The great nation just could not believe the terror such a little boy was creating. This uproar caused Ludwig to start bawling, and Gilbert got down from his chair, and walked towards the counter where his Vati cooked. He looked up and saw some leftover biscuits, and slices of bacon.
He grabbed those, and stood there eating some. He would not have anything that the stupid Roman nation prepared, even if it was only bread and jam. Ludwig meanwhile was still crying at the table, and Rome walked over to him. He glared over to Gilbert, but quickly slathered jam on a new slice and handed it to the sobbing little nation. Germany took the slice, and ate it up happily. Seeing as there was some peace, Rome walked over to his bag and pulled out a small little burlap sack, and inside it held some chocolate candies. Looking over to the children he smiled.
"Look what I have here. I got some chocolate from town before I came over, and look, you can have some." He held out the bag, and looked to Gilbert, and then Ludwig. Little Prussia just shook his head, and slapped his hand down on the counter.
"Nein...Vati says we can't have candy unless we have finished our dinner!" Though Gilbert was not always keen on obeying his Vati, when the elder nation was not around, the little one made sure to do everything in his power to listen now. Ludwig looked over, and just scoffed. He finished his bread and jumped down from his chair and ran over to the nation with the candy. He giggled and reached out his hands.
"Candy! I want come candy...candy." His bright blue eyes looked up to Rome who just smiled down at the child. Prussia saw this and his eyes widened as his little brother was taken in to the sweets.
"Nein, Nein Ludie, you can't have any of that candy. Its poison and will kill you...YOU CAN'T EAT IT, YOU WILL DIE!" The little one stood at the counter and screamed at the top of his lungs.
This commotion was not overlooked by Germania. The nation who was in his bedroom with the door closed, and under his blankets had heard the last shouts from his eldest. He squinted his eyes, and cast aside his covers, and set his foot on the cold floor. He moaned slightly and sat for a moment before he stood up. Slightly dizzy, he looked towards the door, and with a growl walked towards it, opening it fiercely and stormed out reaching the beginning of the hallway and put his hands on his hips, glancing at all the nations, young and old.
"What exactly is going on out here?" His eyes went to Gilbert and then his youngest one, and he raised an eyebrow. Prussia gasped and looked to his Vati, and pouted his lip.
"N-Nothing Vati...I was just protecting the house, and um...Ludie can't have candy because he's not allowed and...um..." The child swallowed hard and looked to the angry nation. Germania shook his head, and wavered a finger.
"Stop it...stop it right now. I need rest...and it won't be for long. Mein Gott Gilbert, you are really *hack*, ugh...just please behave yourself, alright?" He just looked to the boy and shook his head. Gilbert sniffed and nodded his head.
"I-I'm sorry Vati...I will be gut." He saw his Vati so upset and it was because the nation was so sick and miserable. Germania just nodded his head, while he wiped his nose. He looked to Rome, and rolled his eyes. Turning back around, he walked to his room and closed his door.
Prussia had felt very bad. He made his sick Vati upset, and now he needed to be better than ever, and looked over at Ludwig who was still standing near the candy. Gilbert scoffed, and walked over grabbing his brother's hand. He started pulling the little one away, but Ludwig grabbed at the candy and started to whine.
"Nein! Gilbie Nein, I want candy! I want the candy! Please...Nein!" He pulled at it, and Gilbert was starting to get angry also pulling at the bag of sweets. Rome looked on, and started to get nervous.
"Um...eh, come along boys, stop it. You are going to make a mess...and then it will be..." He tried and while the children shouted, he witnessed in slow motion the destruction of a wee bad of treats.
"Arghhhhh stop it Ludie!" Gilbert leaned forward and pulled the bag so hard it ripped and all the candies flew into the air, and fell and scattered all over the floor. Gilbert looked down, and then at his brother. He then looked over to the elder nation, and he scowled. "Verdammit!" He walked away from his brother, and opened the door to outside.
Rome saw this and his eyes could not believe what had happened. Ludwig's eyes were filled with tears and the little one tilted back his head, and started to bawl. Rome was beside himself, and never wanting to hear children crying, because he couldn't stand when his own grandsons cried, ran over to the boy, and knelt down, trying to hush him.
"Aghhh...calm down, calm down little one. Crying is so, so annoying. Ugh, please, calm down...I think I have some more candy, and please...please a' stop crying." He waved his hands to the small nation, and then looked around towards the open door, and he bit back his lip. Gilbert had gone outside and was walking around, though staying close, he was just annoyed and did not want to be in the same area as the stupid Rome, or his stupid brother.
Ludwig kept crying, but was being calmed down by the other elder nation. Germania was now fully passed out in his bedroom, sleeping, and working on getting better. Still kneeling, Rome reached into a pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar. He handed it to Ludwig. Rubbing his little eyes, and choking on his sobs, the little nation reached out and grabbed up the candy and walked over to the front door standing there looking outside. He saw his brother walking around outside, and just watched. Gilbert had not even thought anyone was watching him, and decided to get rid of the stupid Rome nation in his house. He walked towards the barn, the very barn that he was not allowed to go into. The child simply was going into a world of trouble. He clearly did not remember much about what happened when he and his cousins went into the barn not a little while ago. Short term memory loss Gilbert. It was bad. Ludwig's eyes widened as he saw Gilbert hurl open the door. It seems that Germania having been in there last and left the latch open. Gilbert smiled, and walked inside. Ludwig dropped his candy bar and quickly ran towards the barn as fast his little legs would take him. In the barn, Gilbert's eyes took him to where he was looking at, and it was his beloved crop. Hanging there, he looked around, noticed some bales of hay right below where the implement was hanging. It was like a calling. His grin widened, and he ran over to the hay bale, and hoisted himself up. As he was about to reach for the crop, he was interrupted by the shouting of his little brother.
"GILBIE! Nein, you can't be in here...I'ma gonna tell Mister Rome...and he is going to tell Vati, and you're going to be in trouble!" Gilbert turned around, and shouted out, almost falling off the hay bale.
"Aghhhhhhhh! Ludwig, Ludwig you little sneak!" Prussia composed himself, and breathed, and reached up grabbing the crop, and now having it in his hands, nothing else mattered. Ludwig ran over to his brother, and grabbed at his legs. This made Gilbert looked down, and shake his legs from the smaller nation. "Ugh, get your little hands off my legs." He kicked at the child, and this made Ludwig fall down, and land hard on his little backside.
Gilbert looked down, and of course now felt bad and got down from where he was standing and went to help his now crying brother. Ludwig was such a little baby in his eyes, and he scoffed. Leaning a hand down, while holding the crop in the other, Ludwig looked up and sniffled.
"Come on Ludie...let's go and see what we can do outside, away from that jerk Rome." He grabbed his brother's hand tighter, and the two walked out of the barn, but as soon as they arrived outside from the barn, there stood Rome, and he was looking to the two of them with a glare. Gilbert looked up, and held the crop tightly, ready for anything. "What do you want now? You are not our Vati, so you can't tell us what to do!" Rome walked forward, approaching the two wavering a finger.
"You both are being very naughty, and you have made a mess in the house, I am going to do something that I should have done as soon as Germania went to sleep." The nation walked forward, reaching to his belt, and Gilbert's eyes widened. Rome however just pulled at a spare pocket pouch and pulled out a long rope. Walking towards the two, he had a smirk in his expression.
Gilbert and Ludwig were not able to get away quickly enough, and both were taken into the nation's arms. He then walked over to a large tree, and hastily tied the two to the tree. Stepping back, Rome smiled, and slapped his hands together. He laughed, and saw that the little one was getting upset, but that Gilbert was getting furious.
"Hey...HEY! Let us go you big old stupid jerk!" The child wiggled, and tried to get free, but this was not working. Rome walked over to a tree stump and just sat down, shaking his head, and laughing. Gilbert saw this and then proceeded to yell at the top of his lungs. "LET US GOOOO! PLEASE, HELP, HELP! VAAAAAAAAAAAATI, VAAAAAAATI!"
"No use child, your Vati is fast asleep inside!" He leaned back just shaking his head.
Inside though, there were muffled yells coming from outside. Germania lay in bed, and moaned a little. He shook his head, and rolled over, putting his head to the side on the pillow. Hearing the yells, his eyes opened lazily, and he sighed. He knew what was going on. His eldest was doing everything in his power to make it that more difficult for him to get some rest, and to feel better. He yawned and got out of the bed, and his feet hit the cold wood floor. Pulling on some pants, and an over robe, he walked out of the room, and rubbing at his eyes, his feet soon walked over something and his eyes widened.
"What...what is all this?" The elder nation noticed that scattered among his living room, and dining room floor was a mess of bread, and bits of candy. He then looked around and noticed that there were not little nations of his around, and the guardian whom he had asked to watch his children was also nowhere to be found. When he was about to head to his bedroom to fully change, that's when he heard the shouts coming from outside.
"Vaaaaaaaaaati!" Ludwig was now shouting, and crying at the same time. Rome stood there with back to the house and had his hands on his hips and he was smiling at the children.
"Oh come on you two...how else can I keep an eye on you both? This way you both can't cause mischief, and your Vati, he can...*GASP* oooooooof!" Rome couldn't finish what he was saying as he was suddenly knocked to the ground by an unseen force. Landing to the ground, Germania stood behind him, holding a large piece of firewood, and threw it to the ground, stepping over the nation and looking down.
"Tying children to a tree...are you completely mad? Was zur Hölle was I thinking asking you to watch Mein boys?" He looked down at the careless nation who had opened his eyes only slightly, and mumbling.
"But er...'Mania...I..." He was silenced by a slight kick to his sides. Germania was not having any of this, and he still felt very sick. He walked over to the children, still keeping a glare upon his face. Gilbert and Ludwig couldn't help but smile up at him. Germania walked closer, undoing the knot and all the while he spoke softly but with grim promise to the little nations.
"I don't want to hear a word, as I am clearly at a loss for words right now. So I am just going to untie you both, and then inside with the two of you...NOW!" He undid the knots, and then the two children got down. Gilbert ignoring everything his Vati said, ran right over to the fallen nation, and took to whipping the nation across the back with his crop.
"There! You jerk, you stupid head...you foul and mean...arghhhhh!" The little nation was suddenly held back, and looking behind him he saw that Germania had held the crop back, holding it, and having it refrain from hitting Rome again. The elder nation eyes pierced through his eldest and he cleared his throat.
"Go inside...both of you, and wait for me. I need to speak to *cough*, ugh...I need to speak to Rome." He held the crop in his hand, and then watched as Gilbert went to protest, but was just ushered away by Ludwig grabbing his hand, sniffling, and walking towards the house.
Seeing as the two had gone inside, Germania just looked down to the pathetic nation crumpled in a pile. He paced around the nation and still having a slight coughing fit, he really did not even want to be out of bed at this point. He then got down on one knee in front of Rome, and grabbed a handful of the nation's hair, making the nation yelp.
"I trusted you to watch Mein boys. I left them in your care, and what do you do? Tie them up to a tree. This isn't like when we were younger Rome...not in my slave days. You might have treated me this way, but it is appalling that you treated the little ones like that. Your grandsons ought to be taken away from you." His eyes just stared into Rome's who was looking up, and in an extreme amount of pain.
"I-I am sorry 'Mania...I just...I don't know what to say, they are just...ugh." The nation raised up a little, having Germania release his grip from the other nation's hair. "Those children are monsters! Now I know what you deal with. I was about this close to giving them a smack upside their heads, and..."
"Nein...you wouldn't have laid a hand on them...that is for their Vati to do...me!" The nation got up, and wiped his hands to his side. "I suggest you leave...I have no reason to partake in this conversation any longer. Go, get off my land, and get out of Mein life!"
Ancient Rome looked up, slightly frightened of his former comrade. He slowly got up, moaning and carrying on with his aches and pains. Germania just watched him, and said nothing more. He turned around and headed back into his home to deal with his two children.