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There will be more German in this chapter. Now without further delay let's begin chapter two.
At the Building~
As Ludwig and Gilbert got out their car the grey building seemed to loom over them. Before Ludwig knew it he was in the immense lobby. It was huge. The lobby was made of marble and granite and it soared to great heights above their heads. All around them there were men and women going about their business clutching their briefcases in their hands.
There were so many languages being spoken at once and it was difficult to distinguish between them all. Ludwig definitely can hear German, English (all the accents imaginable), Dutch, French, and many others and all of them were talking too fast for him to comprehend. He clutches onto Gilbert's hand as they made walked through the crowd.
For poor Ludwig there were just too many people, too loud, and too many languages. He was getting confused! All he wanted it was for it to stop! The little boy stopped and wrenched his hand out of his elder brother's to clamp his little hands over his tiny ears before closing his eyes.
Gilbert stopped as Ludwig had his mild panic attack in the large room. Gilbert figured that there just must be too much going on around his little brother. Gilbert had forgotten that his poor little brother's mind had regressed along with his body. He was not a little adult who would have acted the same way he would have when he was originally this small.
Gilbert still remembers how to deal with Ludwig and he also remembers that his extreme dislike for crowds had followed him into his adult life. Though not that many people actually noticed that little dislike since he hid it well. The Prussian paused to look at the child only for a moment before scooping him up off the ground. He places the boy upon his hip and continued onwards to the elevators which are on the other end of the large room. Gilbert is still completely livid at Arthur for what he has done to his poor brother and was going to make the man pay for his actions since he was sure that it was that Englishman's fault.
He entered the elevator as the doors opened effortlessly. Luckily only three humans joined them given the German siblings curious stares as they wondered why Gilbert would bring such a small child with him. Gilbert just ignores the looks and inserts a little plastic card into the slot above the floor buttons so he would be allowed to get on the floor the World Meeting was being held.
Once on the correct floor Gilbert leaves the elevator he notices that Ludwig was being unusually quiet. Gilbert found by looking at him that the little boy had fallen asleep upon his shoulder with his thumb lodged in his mouth. Gilbert sighs not looking forward to breaking that little habit all over again. He walks down the hall preparing himself for the yelling match would occur shortly.
Upon arrival Gilbert found that all the countries that would be there were already in the room, but were not getting a single thing done. Antonio was laughing as he pointed to Francis and Arthur having a sword fight on the conference table. The Italy brothers had somehow managed to light a fire and were now making pasta. America and Japan could be found killing each other in some video game while half the room was sleeping.
Gilbert scans the room to find Russia terrorizing the Baltics and Poland threatening Russia. Switzerland is threatening to beat people up with his peace prize and Sweden is standing in a corner just being scary. How did West ever manage to keep any form of peace with these nations? Gilbert glances at a clock and to his surprise it wasn't even 10:30 a.m. yet.
But once the large oak doors boomed open all the noise and commotion stops. In the doorway is a very, very ticked off Prussian with a little boy on his hip. Surprisingly even with the small child upon his hip he still manages to look madder than hell, scary, and threatening with a six year old child sleeping on him. Now this is something that not many people were awesome enough to do that. With a dark glare Gilbert strides across the room, grabbing Arthur by his collar, and proceeds to slam him against the wall.
"What the hell did you do?" he screams right in the Englishman's face.
Arthur scared puts his hands on the enraged Prussian's wrists while stuttering, "I-I don't know what you mean!"
"You know damn well what I mean. Now would you like to explain how mein Bruder is six years old now?" Prussia says slamming him a little harder into the wall.
All the other countries are stunned by the display before them. He stares right into the man's frightened green eyes until there was another set of hands on both of his wrists. Francis and Antonio slowly try to disentangle Gilbert's fingers from Arthur's collar before leading him to a chair. France had set down the sword from the earlier fight to go calm down his friend.
"Now you and I both already know that this will not get answers, mon ami. So why don't we all just relax and ask nicely? I'm sure Arthur has an answer," France says relieved as Gilbert nods sinking into the conference chair.
Gilbert looks around for Ludwig finding that the little boy who had been dislodged from his elder brother. He was flung pretty far when Gilbert went after Arthur. He was flung right into his cousin Vash's legs. Now the guy is scary normally, but at the new height of four feet, that scariness tends to grow to a whole new level. So now Ludwig could be seen hidden behind Lilli's skirts as he waited for his older brother to be done with his temper tantrum.
Ludwig was decidedly not a happy camper right now and just wanted to lie down to take a nap. Prussia spots the boy hiding and holds his hands toward him saying, "Come here Lutz."
Ludwig stares at his brother mumbling something that sounds vaguely like 'fine, whatever' and plops down on the floor firmly clamps his arms around Antonio's leg. Prussia just rolls his eyes since his little brother could be so difficult sometimes. He turns his attention to the Englishman who was standing near Alfred now like that would protect him from the Prussian's wrath.
"Now are you gonna tell me why or are you just gonna stand there looking like an idiot? Just like after the Spanish Armada beat the crap outta of you all those times?" Gilbert says.
"Which time, amigo?" Spain asks looking curious.
"All of them, mein Freund," Prussia smirks.
"H-Hey! I let you win most of the time!" England says finally deciding to join the conversation.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Angelterre. Now, will we actually solve the problem of our little Allemande over there or will we just bicker the day away?" France chuckles.
Everyone looks away, ashamed.
"I am not a problem! Stupid England here is the problem," the little boy in question pouted.
Gilbert laughs as he scoops the boy up to set him on his lap, "Got that right, Lutz. Come now, let's hear the man out and maybe get a damn answer, finally."
"You were getting annoying with all that time you had on your hands that you were using to annoy people and slack off. If you were stubborn enough to stick around you may as well do something useful," at this he smirked. "So I gave you something to do."
Now done with his mini speech the room went silent. He turned Germany into a six year old because Gilbert was annoying? That was a shocking first even for Arthur. The room starts at Arthur in shock and Gilbert glares. It is not fair to Germany, his precious little brother, to suffer over something so petty. Switzerland and Sweden seemed even glare a little darker than normal.
Austria merely rubbed his temples and then adjusted his glasses before saying, "Since Arthur obviously isn't going to be changing Ludwig back any time soon; we may as well make the best of it. Gilbert, you should take care of Germany's country as well as the boy."
"Of course. I wouldn't trust little West here with just anyone," Prussia says hugging the boy closer.
"I am not little," Ludwig pouts cutely.
"As I was saying," Austria says sighing. "This will only be temporary until Ludwig either changes back on his own or England stops being such an arschlosh and changes him back."
"Ja, I'll do it. Now I'm going to take him home, inform me of the next meeting," Gilbert nods with that parting sentence over his shoulder as he left holding little Ludwig on his hip again.
Prussia walks into their house sighing tiredly. He put Ludwig down for a nap since he had fallen asleep on the car ride home. He groans as he sank down onto the couch after such a long day. He is finally alone and able to fully process what had happened today. Had it really been a single day? It seems much longer in the Prussian's mind. It just didn't seem possible, that all this happened within 16 hours.
He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. He did not want to get up to face the next day at all. He still couldn't wrap his head around the idea that is England doing this because he found the Prussian so annoying. He is startled out of his musings when a small body climbs into his lap. He lifts his head a bit only to find the small boy now occupies the space on his stomach and chest. He looks close to tears and is shaking slightly.
"Hey, what's wrong Lutz?" he asks softly.
The little boy says nothing. He just clings to his brother hiding his face in his brother's shirt. The Prussian just wraps his arms around the silent child asking, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Ludwig just looks up nodding mutely as he melts into his brother's embrace before falling back to sleep almost immediately. Gilbert lays awake for hours thinking over England and all the events of the past day, but eventually even his eyes droop shut as his last thought before falling into sleep was that he would always protect Ludwig. No matter what happens in the future.
Two days later Gilbert takes Ludwig shopping for some clothes. Ludwig's eyes so wide at the selection in one children's store the brothers enter. He runs over to one area where they have some t-shirts.
"Don't run off on me," Gilbert scolds.
"Es tut mir leid," Ludwig says sadly.
"Okay, come on let's pick you out some awesome shirts," Gilbert says bringing a smile back to the little boy's face.
Some mothers nearby look at the brothers awing quietly. Ludwig picks a few shirts and is led by his brother to some pants and shorts. They find a few more necessary clothes. Once those are paid for they head to a shoe store to pick up a couple pairs of shoes.
"Ich bin hungrig, Bruder. Können wir noch essen? (I am hungry, brother. Can we eat yet?)," Ludwig asks rubbing is little tummy.
"Ja, wir gehen essen (Yes, let's go eat)," Gilbert says as they pass that same group of mothers.
After lunch the German brothers head home. Once there Gilbert and Ludwig empty one of his dresser drawers to put all his new clothes in it. Ludwig smiles proudly when he places the new clothes in the drawer.
"Okay, Bruder. Time for a nap," Gilbert says as the little boy yawns.
"Nein," Ludwig says fighting sleep.
"Come here, Lutz," Gilbert says scooping up the little boy.
"Not… sleepy," Ludwig says falling asleep on his brother's shoulder.
"Sure, Lutz," Gilbert whispers setting him down for a nap.
Three days later, Gilbert is awakened by an insistent beeping noise in his ear. He jumps out of bed remembering that Ludwig had fallen asleep on his chest the night before and catches the boy before he fell and holds him to his chest. He looks around for the source of the noise before spotted his phone flashing away on the bedside table. Of course it be right where his head had been only a few moments earlier. He chuckles as he silences the phone. Ludwig really could sleep through anything. At this moment he is sound asleep with his thumb planted in his mouth with his little blonde head on Gilbert's shoulder.
"Have to break that habit again," Gilbert mumbles looking at the phone.
His phone has some texts from France, Spain, America, Russia, and three from England. He decides to get it over when he opens the Russian's first:
Bekom 1 da ̴
Gilbert angrily texts back, "Nein!"
The albino kicks the wall in frustration. Why the hell did that Russian still think he would ever say yes? He looks back at the phone. The next text was from America:
Hey dude! U mind if i com raid ur fridge 4 beer? i ran out
This seems to annoy Gilbert even more than Ivan's text. He is beginning to wonder why he bothered gave out his number anymore before responding:
Go get ur own und a hamburger wil ur it
"Damn American," Gilbert mutters looking at France's text next. Figuring that he couldn't get any more pissed off:
I think Lutz would make a wonderful French territory
Gilbert swears loudly and wakes up the small nation in his arms who mutters, "It's not nice to curse, Bruder."
"I know West, sorry. Go back to sleep, it's still early." the Prussian says as he sits back down on the bed and begins to rock the little German.
Gilbert waits till the blonde is asleep before Gilbert decides he won't dignify Francis's question with a response. Spain's text at least cheers him up a little:
Hey amigo! I have extra tmatos this yr! want sum?
MMMMMMMMMM tmatos. Y not? Gilbert types back.
Finally it is England's turn for the messages. Turns out the three messages were all the same:
There is a meeting on the 22nd (today) at twelve in the afternoon. Be there.
Gilbert just stares at his phone, why did he have to send the same message three damn times in a row?
Alrite, alrite I got it da first time
Gilbert sighs and falls back onto the bed with Ludwig fast asleep on his chest. He swore Ludwig could sleep through a bombing. Oh, wait, he had, multiple times. He glances at the clock and groans. The blinking numbers read 6:22, they still have six hours to go, so he could get at least another hour of sleep before getting ready.
And all too soon both brothers sitting at the kitchen table two hours later with bowls of cereal. Gilbert has a coffee while little Ludwig looks like he is about to fall asleep in his bowl and it wouldn't be surprising given that it is much easier to get him in his dress clothes when he is more than half asleep and is unable to fight back.
They both are wearing their dress clothes from the previous week that had somehow managed to get washed and ironed. At least they won't look like they had just gotten out of bed, not that anyone noticed last time. They have about two and a half hours to get to France, but Gilbert was taking his good old time with coffee, cereal, and plotting. He fails to notice Ludwig is snoring away into his cereal bowl and is figuring out how to get England alone to force him to change West back.
He could corner him before the meeting. Then the Englishman could be late or not show up at all to the meeting. It would be much easier to grab him after the meeting and get it over with. That way, if he agrees, they can all change Ludwig back to normal. The albino man quickly glances at the clock and swears. They need to leave now if they ever expect to get there at a decent time.
He grabs his brother and a wash cloth while putting the dishes in the sink. Cleaning Germany, and trying to soothe him when he grumbled with a, "Shush, West, you can sleep in the car."
With that the German brothers are out of the house and off to France in a matter of minutes.
Okay, well here is chapter two. The new plot is starting. It is slow at first. This encompasses the third, fourth and part of the fifth chapter. There is some new stuff in this chapter. Hope you liked it. And the next chapter will encompass the rest of five and then be all new stuff. One major change will be in the next chapter.
Thank you ZirconRose for giving me chance to work with your idea and for allowing me to change the plot. I really appreciate the opportunity you've given me. I hope this is meeting your standards.
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