"Oh Willahelm…I would love to accompany you, and I know my grandson is very excited." He smiled down at the boy, and Italy just giggled.
"Yes well…I was going to prepare something, but I realized that everything that what the boys want, I will have to venture into town to get the items. I am just now thinking though, I have a problem…it would mean I have to take the children into town with me…and…"
"No Germania! I will watch them while you go ahead and grab the items. It's a no problem pal!" He gave a stupid smile, which Germania wasn't sure he was comfortable with.
"Um…I don't think…"
"Come on Vati! I want sweets…you have to go to the village and get the stuff and then we hafta have a picnic!" Gilbert jumped up and down, grabbing at Germania's tunic. The nation looked down slightly annoyed, but calmed the child down.
"Alright, alright…Gil…um…" He looked up, and then clearing his throat knelt down to the child. "You keep an eye on your Bruder, and I will be back in a short while. You behave yourself, do not do anything naughty, and you listen to what Rome asks of you."
Standing up, he pat the boy on the head, and started to walk, but turned around to face the other elder nation.
"I will be right back, and then we will be all set…please Rome…make sure my children are alright…I don't want to come back to catastrophe." He looked directly into Gilbert's eyes especially, since the boy was always the trouble maker. Nodding, he walked away and headed into town.
Rome still holding onto his offspring's hand, just stood smiling down at the two little boys. Ludwig held on to his brother's arm, and leaned in to him, but Gilbet just stared up at the two guests.
"Are you going to stay here with my Vati?" Little Gilbert had a slight sour look upon his face. Anytime Germania wasn't busy, the little nation craved the time with him. Now that this other nation was here, he didn't have his Vati all to himself. Rome released his grip from Feliciano and chuckled.
"Yes, well little one, I have come to spend time with you and your Vati."
"I don't want you to spend time with my Vati, and neither does my Bruder. My Vati does not like you he says all the time that you are a pain in the butt and…and…" Gilbert looked up to Rome approaching him, but the nation did not look upset, he just kept smiling.
"Now, now…don't be a talking to me like that, I am the great Roman Empire…and I deserve respect. Why don't you go inside your house, get a blanket for all of us to sit down on, and then we can all wait for your Vati?"
Pouted with his lip out, Gilbert could not retaliate, because Rome was larger, and he was slightly afraid that the nation would kill him. He backed away, and turned around running to the house. Once arriving, he ran to Germania's bedroom. Obviously since the nation had a larger bed, he had a bigger blanket. With all his might, he grabbed the corners, and ripped it off the bed. It was slightly difficult, and he pulled with such force that the he landed backwards and fell on his backside.
"Ouch!" Said the child. "Ugh…okay, got the blanket." He gathered it in his hands the best he could, and proceeded to walk outside with it. He dragged it on the floor, and then walking outside, it dragged along the grass, and dirt. Gilbert did not care so much because it was going to be on the ground anyways.
In the village, Germania was getting some fruits and breads. He knew he could not be long, because he was not sure who he was concerned more about. Little Gilbert, or the annoying Rome. Shaking his head, he proceeded to pay for his wares, and then decided to look for a couple of other things.
With the blanket spread out, Italy sat down, as did Rome. Little Ludwig sat on one of the corners, still slightly shy, and away from the guests. With Gilbert seeing that he did a fine job, he gasped and suddenly realized he forgot some important things. Being that Rome was there, they would need wine.
"I will be right back Mister Rome…I hafta get something." The boy dashed back inside and ran to the kitchen. He knew there was wine, because sometimes when he would sneak out of bed, he would see his Vati sipping it in the kitchen. He crept to the cabinets and open a door peering inside. His eyes lit up as he saw a green bottle filled with a slightly crimson liquid. He knew his Vati enjoyed this kind very much.
Taking it out, he swirled it around. It did not look like anything special. Taking the cork out, he put his nose to the opening of the bottle. It smelled slightly sweet and something along the lines of blackberries. His eyes widened. He loved blackberries. Germania would often bring home the berries, and they would eat them with fresh cream. Perhaps this tasted just like fresh berries. He tilted the bottle back, and sipped some. Coughing slightly, he choked a little and dribbled a little on his shirt. It did not taste like berries…but maybe he had to try more. He took a larger sip and got most of it down. Licking his lips, he then put the cork on the wine, and went to go outside with it.
Arriving back outdoors, he approached the blanket, and stumbled over to Rome, Italy, and his brother. The older nation looked over to the boy and raised an eyebrow.
"Uh…little one…are you okay?" He looked down at the wine and his eyes lit up. "Ooooh, vino, wonderful, delightful." He grabbed the bottle out of the child's hand, and uncorked the bottle, tilting back his head, and taking a sip. Gilbert just watched, and felt a slight twinge in his stomach. He didn't know what was going on, but suddenly felt like he was floating. A very strange feeling indeed.
Germania was done in the village and held the parcels in his arms. The walk back to his home was not long, and he felt somewhat anxious to get there, and start, regardless of who his guest was. He only wondered if Gilbert and Ludwig were behaving.
Rome sat, somewhat annoyed that Germania was not back yet, and the only thing he had in his stomach was vino. Sloshing around in his stomach, he sat up and looked over to Gilbert who was slightly swaying back and fourth. Concerned, he spoke up.
"Um…little…boy? Um are you okay?"
Gilbert did not say anything, but hiccupped. Sandrino worried because he was not sure what Germania would say, stood up and grabbed Italy's hand. He would need to flee the scene because he did not want this pinned on him.
"Come Feli…we need to leave, so take my hand, and we will go, and…" He grabbed the boy's hand, and before they could head out, he saw Willahlem coming up the hill, and down the path. He had a somewhat annoyed look on his face, but that was his usual expression with Rome. The nation froze. Germania walked forward and set down the packages.
"Rome…what is going on? Are you leaving so soon?" He slightly smirked, only hoping the nation would leave so he could be left alone with his boys. He cast an eye over to Ludwig who was laying on his stomach, then he looked to Gilbert. The boy had a strangeness about him, but he shrugged it off, perhaps the boy was just being difficult, and he would eventually have to deal with later. Looking back up at Sandrino, he raised an eyebrow.
"Uh…well, I just thought…there is so much I need to get a done…and well, you look like you need some family time, oh…um I just hafta go Will." He quickly snatched up Italy and went to leave, but was halted when Germania looked down at the bottle of wine.
"Did you open my wine 'Drino? Seriously…in front of my children?"
"I well…you don't understand 'Mania…you see…your little Gilbert thought it would be a good idea to bring some out, and well…I just had to take it off his hands, I mean he was offering." Rome held Italy still firmly, as they would be leaving very soon. Looking over to Prussia, Germania crossed his arms over his chest.
"Gilbert…why bring my wine out here? There is no need for that…we were just going to have a picnic. And…hmmm…Gilbert are you alright?"
The boy looked up at his Vati, and rubbed at his eyes, as he was trying to focus. He definitely had a little too much for a child his size, not that it was okay for any child to drink.
"Hi Vati…um…whoa…" The boy walked towards the nation and stumbled a bit. As he walked over to the elder nation, he wrapped his arms around the man's legs. Germania looked over at Rome, and then with a stern expression he looked back down.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt…I am only going to ask you this once, and you had best answer it truthfully. Did you drink some of the wine that you brought out for Rome?"
Rubbing his head, and swaying back, it was apparent, but Germania wanted an answer. He held back his anger. Clearing his throat, he leaned down, and held the boy by his shoulders.
"Gilbert?"
"Vati! I didn't *hic*…I didn't do nothing! I just…ooooh….Vati, I am dizzy, and ugh…*hic*." Leaning down, Gilbert suddenly opened his mouth, and spit up on the blanket. This was indeed not good. Looking back up at Rome, Germania shook his head.
"Go Sandrino…leave right now…I can't say I am sorry for not having a delightful picnic today, because now I have to take care of a little problem." He made sure Gilbert was done being sick, and lifted him up firmly into his arms. Then with a free hand, held it out for Ludwig. "Goodbye Rome…something tells me a little inebriated boy is going to be sorry for a long while."
The nation turned around, and headed back to his home. Rome swallowed hard, and looked down to his grandson. Nodding, the two took their cue to leave.
"Ah okay then Germania…I will leave…take good care of that little one…he just might have a wee little headache, I am sure of it." He smiled, and took Italy's hand. The two quickly left.
Back inside, Germania was furious, and embarrassed. Sighing, he then realized that he had left all the packages outside. He walked into his bedroom and laid Gilbert down on the bed. The child rolled over on his stomach, and breathed in hard. He then started to cry.
"Vati…Vati I don't feel good…and um…*hic*, Vati…I want some water."
"You will calm down right this minute. Lay there and don't move. I will be right back." He held Ludwig's hand, and pulled the boy out of the room, and walked down to the washroom. The boy started to whimper slightly, and thought he was in trouble. Arriving there, he let go, and knelt down. "Calm down little one, I am not angry with you. I just an upset with your Bruder. I am going to give you a bath, and then you will eat something, but bedtime is going to be early today. Do you understand?"
"Yes Vati…I understand." The child rubbed his eyes and started to cry slightly.
"No, no…don't cry, nothing bad is going to happen. Okay?"
"But…but Gilbie?"
"Hmmm…well, your Bruder was naughty, but he is not feeling well at the moment. Hush now." He pulled off the boy's shirt, and then took down his pants. As the child stood in the bare, Germania got the water right, and lifting the child in, he started to scrub Ludwig's hair, and washed him. Calming down, the little nation was okay now. He just suddenly realized that he was tired, and hungry.
Once the bath was finished, Willahlem took the boy out of the water, threw a towel around him, and lifted him into his arms. He walked out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom. Putting a nightshirt on the child, he then sighed.
"Okay, time for something to eat, and then bed."
The boy did not respond, he just let his head fall on the nation's shoulder. Forgetting that the food was outside, Germania walked to the door. It was still light outside. He set Ludwig down by the entrance, and walked to the blanket. Grabbing the packages, he also took the wine, and the blanket. Walking to the house, he threw the blanket on the floor, and went over to the table. The wine was placed on top, as well as the food.
"Do you want some bread Ludwig?" Looking down at the innocent looking HRE.
"Yes Vati."
"Alright." Grabbing a piece of the bread, he ripped a large piece off, and handed it to the boy. Ludwig grabbed it with joy, and was about to eat when he heard yelling coming down from Gilbert.
"Vati….Vaaaaaaaati? Vati where are you?" The boy yelled from Germania's bedroom very loudly. Looking down, the elder nation shook his head.
"Go on and finish, and then bed." He watched, and Ludwig ate his bread. Then wiping his hands on his shirt, he held out his hands, wanting to be picked up. The blond nation leaned down, embraced him into his arms, and walked down towards the boy's bedroom. Gilbert continued to yell, but Germania ignored him for the moment.
Tucking the child under the covers, he made sure Ludwig was comfortable, and then closing the door, he walked down the hall to deal with the menace. Arriving in the room, Gilbert was standing on the bed, bouncing slightly.
"Hi…*hic* Vati…"
"Gilbert, lay down in the bed. You should not be jumping up and down. Go ahead and get down."
Not wanting to disobey his Vati, the boy laid down, and looked up with frightened eyes. Germania walked over and sat down, giving the child an icy stare.
"Do you know what you did little one? Do you know how upset I am with you?" He knew there was no point in questioning the boy. Gilbert was not going to realize, but he had been aware that wine was strictly a grown up drink.
Not saying a word, the boy's eyes grew heavy, and he soon fell asleep. Shaking his head, Germania leaned down and kissed the boy's forehead. Gilbert had no idea what he would have to deal with in the morning. Standing up Willahlem walked out of the room after closing the door, and walked back to the kitchen. He took the bottle of wino, and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Pouring himself some, he sat down in the living room, and drank, having thoroughly deserved the much needed beverage.