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Chapter 3
Feliciano woke up just in time for breakfast. The little Italian girl was very sweet as usual telling both brothers good morning.
After breakfast, Gilbert entertained the two with heroic stories of the battle field for a bit, leaving out the unfriendly parts of course. He could just see the Austrian fuming if sweet little Feliciano came home with stories about the woman that he's had sex with. Though it would be funny, he wasn't prepared to face Hungary's wrath. That frying pan hurt more than most people would think.
Feliciano was interesting to watch during the stories. One minute she would cry, the next she would be full out flipping out with happiness because the lovely couple finally got together in the end. Gilbert tried to hide his smirk, it was just as entraining seeing Feliciano's reaction as it was hearing a story. Ludwig had heard a few of the stories before, but Gilbert could still tell that he was interesting in hearing them again.
After the third story, Gilbert had to take a break. He more or less pushed the kids out the door with a simple warning to stay with in calling distance.
As soon as the house was quiet again, the man breathed a sigh of relief. He normally had tons of energy and would've played with the kids. However, he hasn't had enough sleep and a few minutes of silence seemed like gold.
Gilbert shook his head as he started the dishes. He couldn't understand how Germania had handled him and Ludwig when they were young.
Lunch was some sandwiches, Gilbert really wasn't going to cook anymore than he had to. He was never that good at it to begin with. But still, the children didn't seem to mind. In fact, they seemed like they were half starved and would eat just about anything that he served them.
Over lunch Gilbert heard of the mighty adventures that the two had while playing. He almost lost it when he found out that they had acted out some part of the stories that he had told them earlier.
Over all, Gilbert was glad that Feliciano had come over. Sure the kid was more than a little annoying at times, but that wasn't anything too big. Besides that kept Ludwig busy while he got some house work done.
The kids continued to play until dinner, occasionally running in and out of the house.
Dinner consisted of Königsberger Fleck and some rather poorly made bread. He only made Königsberger Fleck because it was about the only soup that he knew how to make. Once again the kids ate it without a care. Or at least seemed to, Gilbert was pretty sure that Feliciano only ate it to be polite.
Since there was still a few hours before it would get dark, Gilbert went outside with the children and laid in the grass.
He was tired, damn nightmares about the war had kept him up all night again. The two kids looked like they were fine playing together and they didn't cause trouble all day. The Prussian figured that it would be fine if he closed his eyes for just a few moments. What's the worst that could happen if he did take a little nap?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Hetalia!~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gilbert woke up to silence, which had him concerned. If it was just Ludwig, that wouldn't mean much, the kid was naturally quiet. However, since the little Italian had showed up, nothing had been quiet, if for no other reason than that the two friends chatted constantly.
The man was awake now, listening for the children. It might be that they were somewhere that he couldn't hear them. So, that would mean that he had worried for nothing. He hoped that he was over reacting, but something was telling him no.
"Oi, Luddy! Feli!" Gilbert shouted.
"We're inside, Gilby." Ludwig answered back, but he sounded hesitant.
Gilbert shook his head, there shouldn't be anything wrong. The kids were good kids. Why would there be a problem? Although, he couldn't stop himself from asking as he head toward the house, "Anything wrong in there?" as he neared he could now definitely hear a little giggling and singing that sounded a lot like a certain Italian.
"No, we're fine!" Ludwig answered a bit too rushed for Gilbert's liking.
The boy had to be hiding something. Since Gilbert was a fairly relaxed guy when it came to his brother, this had to be something bad. "You sure? It doesn't sound like it." The albino was going to find out what it was too.
Ludwig shut the door and locked it, his brother would be so mad if he found out what happened. "Feliciano, please be quiet!"
"Ok," The other nodded enthusiastically and then giggled loudly.
Gilbert wasn't pleased that Ludwig had gone as far as to lock it. He knocked, "Ludwig, you better open this door."
Feliciano hiccupped and stumbled toward the door, perhaps to open the door herself. "Hi, Mr. Prussia."
Gilbert ignored his guest for a moment, and growled. "Ludwig Beilschmidt."
Only then did the blond realize how mad his brother was. He glanced around, hoping that there was someway out of this trouble that he had created on accident, but sadly there was none. He would just have let his brother know now. Slowly he opened the door to show a stern looking Gilbert.
"What is this?" Gilbert asked, more or less glaring at his brother.
Feliciano fell backwards and landed on her butt. "I feel funny," the Italian announced hiccupping.
Gilbert might not be the smartest nation, but he knew when someone had too much to drink. "Feliciano, did you drink some of my beer?"
"Si!" she happily chirped.
"Well, shit." Gilbert muttered. He was sure that he had put up all alcoholic drinks so that little hands and mouths didn't get to them. Ludwig was also aware that one of Prussia's few rules was that he wasn't allowed to touch the beer.
Ludwig knew that he was in deep trouble now. He tried to plead his case, "I'm sorry, Gilby."
Gilbert held up his hand, "Not now. We'll talk about this later." He knew that it was only a matter of time before the kid got sick. "Feliciano, you need to go take a nap."
"Ok," the girl stumbled toward the door, but it was obvious that even that was a challenge for her.
Gilbert sighted and hoped like hell that she wouldn't get sick. He picked her up, "I'll carry you."
"Ah, you're going too fast!" she cried.
Well that wasn't good. But Gilbert managed to get her to Ludwig's room without any accidents. "How do you feel?" He asked, concerned for the small girl.
"Sick," The Italian mumbled pitifully.
Then Gilbert noticed his little shadow, "Ludwig, she'll be find. Go wait in my room."
"But-" the child started.
Gilbert wasn't going to play games though, "No, you're in enough trouble." Ludwig looked down at his feet and left.
And then Gilbert's worst fears were realized; while he had been busy for those few seconds with Ludwig, Feliciano expelled the alcohol and food that she had in her stomach. Luckily, nothing got on either of them. But now, the kid was crying.
"Mr. Prussia, I don't feel good." She whined as the tears ran down her face.
Gilbert hushed the child and got her into bed. "I know that you feel bad right now, after a nap I'm sure you'll feel better. Ok?" Gilbert had been drunk enough times to know that there was nothing more sobering than sleep and time.
"S-si," Feliciano whimpered and snuggled down in the covers.
Gilbert watched the child until he was sure that she was fast asleep. By morning she should be fine, that is unless she ended up with a hang over. But the albino didn't even want to think about that.
One kid dealt with, hopefully have peaceful dreams. As for the other… well he was going to be sorry really soon.
