Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Francis pulled on his coat once more. "I'll go get Arthur and get him to come here. In the mean time." he trailed off and glanced at the boy who glared at him. "Just…keep the kid here."
Gilbert glanced down at the snarling, punching, and kicking bundle in his lap. "…I'll do my best."
The next sound that filled the air was the front door opening and closing and the unmistakable sound of someone running away as fast as they could.
Antonio walked to the window and glanced out. "You think he's coming back?"
"I hope so." Gilbert said. The boy had calmed down since Francis had left and simply sat in Gilberts lap. He sniffed slightly.
Gilbert looked up at Antonio. "What do I do now?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"You have two!"
"They are my cousins."
"Still kids."
"Human kids."
Gilbert glared at his friend. "Either way you have experience with kids and I don't. Human or not they are still kids. Now tell me what to do!"
Antonio hesitated before coming forward and picking up the kid. "Okay then. Whenever Lovino gets in one of his moods…I pick him up and dance with him."
Antonio started to sway around the room carefully holding the boy. The said boy simply looked confused as Antonio swayed to the music in his head.
Then Gilbert covered his eyes with his hand as Antonio started to sing in Spanish.
The moment a few words left his mouth the kid started to screech again and attempted to claw at Antonio.
Antonio held him at arms length. "What did I do?"
"How should I know?" Gilbert yelled.
The kid's tail, which had been flaying like mad, finally curled and entered into Antonio's arm. Antonio gave a yell and dropped the kid to the floor.
The kid immediately dived back under the bed. Gilbert could hear him muttering to himself in his language.
Gilbert pulled out the first aid kit in the night stand and handed it to Antonio. He glared at under the bed where the kid was.
Then he heard the kid sniffling to himself and felt his anger slowly disappear.
Gilbert peered back down under the bed. The kid's tearstained face met his.
How could he stay mad at that?
"What's wrong kid?" Gilbert asked quietly not really expecting an answer.
The kid stared at him in confusion. He cocked his head to the side.
Feeling slightly like an idiot Gilbert pointed to the kid.
The kid then pointed at Antonio.
Gilbert glanced at Antonio who was bandaging the whole in his arm.
Gilbert pointed to Antonio. "Him?"
And then surprisingly the kid said something he could understand. "Latin."
"Latin?" Gilbert asked.
The boy nodded.
The boy nodded. "Latin." he repeated.
Antonio shook his head. "It wasn't Latin it was Spanish."
"Latin." the boy repeated stubbornly.
He then wrapped his wings around his body. His tail curled around his waist slightly. The kid pulled at the end of the tail slightly and sniffed again.
The front door opened again.
"I'm telling you Arthur it's true!" came Francis' voice.
Gilbert threw another look under the bed where the kid was. The kid looked confused again. He pulled tighter at his tail.
"I swear Francis if you are playing a joke on me I will never forgive you." came Arthur's voice.
"This is no joke mon cher. This is the real thing." came Francis' excited voice.
Arthur entered the bedroom and looked around the room. He crossed his arms.
"So? Where is the kid?" he asked.
Gilbert motioned with his head. "Under the bed."
"So pull him out."
Francis came in the room looking excited.
"Well?" he asked.
"The child is under the bed." Arthur said. "Well? I'm waiting."
Gilbert sighed and reached under the bed again. The child whimpered again and tried to pull away.
"Come on kid. Come out." Gilbert said.
The kid slowly crawled to Gilbert and allowed Gilbert to pick him up and pull him out of the bed. Before he pulled him out completely Gilbert shot a look at Francis.
"The cross is under the shirt right?" he asked.
Francis nodded a look of excitement on his face.
Gilbert then pulled the kid from under the covers completely.
Two things happened at the same time. First was the kid gasped, started shaking like a loose leaf in the middle of a harsh and cold winter, and grabbed onto Gilberts shirt.
Second was from Arthur. His jaw dropped as he saw the kid's wings and tail and he dropped his bag that he had been holding in his hands.
"You…he…a…he…de-de-demo…you…" Arthur choked out.
"Oh my dear power of heaven, hell, and earth." Arthur moaned. His hands flew to his hair and he pulled at it. "Gilbert if you summoned him then I'm afraid I might have to take some dire measures with you."
Gilbert rolled his eyes and held the kid, who had short gasps coming out of him, tighter. "I found this kid in the forest alright? Now what the hell is going on?"
The kid moaned now. He said something in that language of his once more.
And of course to complete the turn of events that were taking place for this day something else happened.
Arthur began to talk to the child.
In that language the kid was talking in.
Gilbert felt his jaw drop and saw the same thing happen to Antonio.
"Wait you speak that?" Antonio asked. "What language is it?"
"Nothing that you have ever heard of, trust me." Arthur said.
The kid sniffed once more before glaring at Arthur. He said something then and even though Gilbert didn't understand what he was saying it was clear that it was an order.
Arthur chuckled lightly. "Brass kid aren't you?" he asked rhetorically.
He then slid off the vest he was wearing and started to unbutton his front shirt.
Francis' eyebrows rose. "Getting in the mood Arthur?" he asked slightly.
Arthur snorted. "Don't take this the wrong way Francis. The child asked me to."
"The child asked you to strip?" Antonio asked skeptically.
"Not strip, just to take off my shirt."
"You're not making any sense." Gilbert said.
"Just watch." Arthur said.
Finally Arthur finished unbuttoning the shirt and slid it off. He threw it to the floor next to his vest.
Before Gilbert could say anything else movement on Arthur's back caught his eye.
Slowly but surely something on his back extended and stretched out. It unfolded and spread along the room. When it was completely out and stretched it nearly reached wall to wall of the room. The kid began to shake even more in Gilberts arms.
Wings. Pure white wings were on Arthur's back and were now spread across the room.
"Gilbert. Antonio." Arthur said. "I am an angel from heaven. And the child you are holding Gilbert? He is a demon from hell."