Ignoring the boy, he looked around, and standing by the door still, Germania looked up to the loft and noticed his youngest standing there.
"LUDWIG! You come down from there right now..." He then turned to Prussia. "GILBERT...help your brother right now, and I want a full explanation as to why the four of you are in the barn. It had BETTER be good. Go get him now." Roderich looked over at his uncle, and shook his head, and bit back his lip and started to get very nervous.
"Uncle...Uncle...um..." The nation turned to him.
"RODERICH EDELSTIEN you will hold your tongue!" Prussia looked up at Ludwig at the top of the loft.
"Hey jump! It will be faster!" He said then looked to Vati. "Ludwig will demonstrate what we were doing and I am sure it will clear up everything for you Vati. We were not doing anything bad."
Germania looked up to the child, and then back down to Prussia, not believing the child, and what he had just stated in front of him.
"LUDWIG...YOU JUMP DOWN FROM THERE, YOU'LL BE IN EVEN MORE TROUBLE THAN YOU ALREADY ARE!" He huffed, and folded his hands together, and looked to Prussia. "I am only going to ask you one more time, you go and get your Bruder...NOW!" He tapped at his belt buckle, starting to undo in. From the corner of his eye, he saw Roderich turn to the door. "Don't you DARE!"
Prussia now knew this was serious and with speeds like a flash of lightning, started up the ladder to get his brother. When he got there he looked around. Ludwig was there but Basch was no where to be seen. He frowned and saw him hiding behind some barrels.
"Hey Vati you want Basch too? He is up here HIDING" Basch now wanted to punch Prussia in the face.
Raising an eyebrow, Germania almost forgot about little Basch, as the child had been quiet. He raised an eyebrow, and looked up to Gilbert.
"What do you think Gilbert? Being the hero right now, and buttering me up is not going to work, so don't even play coy with me. Bring your Bruder down, and..." He called up to the other nation. "Basch...you come down here this instant!" He was seriously wondering what happened to this day. It started out so nice, and now...not so much. Roderich stood still, swallowing the large lump in his throat, as he looked over to his uncle's belt.
Gilbert had hoped by being helpful he could maybe get by with this, but that was quickly shot down and started down the ladder with Ludwig. Basch gritted his teeth, now really REALLY disliking Prussia but not daring to back talk Germania, and started down the ladder too. He was not stupid, he knew this situation was not going to end well but was too polite to say so at the moment.
Germania watched as the remaining nations walked down the ladder and crossed his arms over his chest. He had threatened with using his belt, but with the guests, he now had second thoughts, and just readjusted the leather implement. A hand spanking on all of them would be suffice. He waited as all the boys were down, and in front of him. Ludwig got down, and walked over to Roderich, standing close. Casting an eye on the two, Germania just waited.
"Stand in front of me...all of you." At this point Basch couldn't keep silent. He had to know for certain.
"What are you going to do to us Uncle?" The little nation said this, not looking scared but very serious non the less. Prussia knew what was going to happen but wasn't about to say it. He would let his cousin figure it out himself.
Letting his anger build up inside, he just shook his head, and paced back and fourth. He sighed, and then looked back. Glowering, he needed to get this out, but the words were now at his angriest.
"Ihr, Wichte, hattet in der Schuene nichts zu suchen!". (You little ones had no business in the barn.) He then looked over to Gilbert, and spoke directly to him. "You allowed yourself, your little Bruder, and your cousins into the barn. How many times do you need to be warned not to go in here without my permission? I forbid you Gilbert Beilschmidt!" He then responded to Basch's earlier question. "Ich bin sicher, dass ihr eines wohlverdienten Klapses euch bewusst seid. Jedenfalls wird ihr einen bekommen!" (I am sure that you are aware of a well deserved spanking. In any case, you all are getting one!)
Basch had never been yelled at like that before and he jumped a little at the strength of the words he spoke.
"B-but Uncle...I can assure you that I was not involved in this rowdy-dow. I only went up into the loft to see the weapons." Prussia gulped and now wanted to kick Basch. He was not helping himself or anyone with that sort of talk. Germania's eyes just darted over to Gilbert and narrowed.
"Weapons? You were going to show your cousins my weapons?" He tilted his head back, and laughed a little. "And to think Gilbert...you have learned nothing from the sword incident." He shook his head and looked back over to Basch. "And you little one...hadn't you even thought that a nation younger than yourself was not of the proper authority to show you dangerous weapons? Do you think I am a Dummkopf Basch? You were very much involved when you inquired about weapons." He looked at each child, and there were no more words. He walked over to the long bench he would use to milk the cows and sat down. "Kommen hier Gilbert." He made a come hither motion, then looked at the other children. "And the rest of you, line up, because everyone is going to be punished.
Gilbert wanted to die right then and there. Stupid cousins, they had messed up EVERYTHING.
"B-but Vati I wasn't going to really show them the weapons...I..I was just trying to be friendly! Besides you don't even keep your weapons in the loft!" It was Prussia's last ditch effort to hopefully lessen this punishment. Basch now was blushing bright red and looking down at his feet, decided he did not want to visit his uncle again after all this.
"My axe is kept in here, among other things...enough of this." He reached out and grabbed the boy by the arm, and threw his across his lap. Holding him tightly, he pulled down Gilbert's pants. Looking up before commencing the spanking, he looked to the two little guests. "I personally want you to thank your cousin for having this happen. He knows no boundaries after being told so many times." Raising the boy's shirt, and patting the bottom, the nation spoke to the child. "You know what to do little one...count them." He raised his palm and it came down smartly across the little cheeks laid across his lap.
Prussia quickly counted hoping if he counted quickly, it would end faster
"Eins!" Prussia yelled out with tears in his eyes. Basch winced, he had never even been given a bare bottom spanking before. He was terrified at what he was seeing and stepped backward wishing there was a way of escape from this and decided to never ever trust Prussia again.
Raising his hand again in the air, it came down crisply on the child's backside. He looked up looking at the other three nations.
"Ich bin von solche bösen Kinder umgeben." (I am surrounded by such naughty children.) Ludwig had started to sob, and held on Roderich's hand tighter, and then the little Austrian looked up.
"Uncle...Uncle...Basch and I are sorry...please don't spank us too!" He pleaded with the elder, but Germania just shook his head and continued spanking Gilbert.
"Zwei...Drei...Vier!" Gilbert cried out. Trying hard at first to take it. If he was going to be punished in front of his cousins, he didn't want to look like a baby about it. He could only go so far before he broke into sobs, just Vati's hand was enough to induce tears. The elder nation's palm was as hard as a leather. Basch was stunned with fear at what he was seeing.
Giving the child one last smack, he then released the boy, pulling him up by the arm.
"Go...sit down over on the delightfully messed up pile of hay and keep quiet." He then turned his head to Ludwig. "Come here little one...you are next." He leaned over, having Ludwig release his grip from his cousin. Germania grabbed him up, placed him over his knee, and gave the smallest nation three very hard, and very effective swats. The smallest one would not receive a harsh punishment, but he would still make it effective on the little nation.
"Owwwwww, ooooow Vati!" The child burst into tears, and then when he was finished, Germania had the child sit next to Gilbert. Now it was just the cousins.
"Alright now Roderich...your turn." His gaze went to the boy, who acted like he was so brave, when the seven year old in Germania's eyes was just another naughty little boy. Keeping a stiff upper lip, Roderich shook his head slightly.
"Umm...ugh, Uncle...please...Nein...I won't ever disobey you again...I..." Germania was not happy with being stalled.
"Either you come here to be right now, or you will get the belt." The nation looked over to Gilbert with a smirk. "Gilbert can tell you how much of a sting the belt holds...right little one?"
Gilbert wasn't sure what to say. He really wanted to see his cousin get the belt...and didn't want to admit how bad it was. So he looked on and tried to look casual through his drying tears.
"N-Nein its not so bad. Its like a walk in the woods...as gentle as the summer shower." He said with a look of inward hope that Roderich would fall for it.
Austria paled slightly, and knew his cousin was not telling the truth. How could a belt possibly feel like the way Prussia described it. Still though, he thought the same was as Basch, and still halted.
"Um...uh Uncle...please...I don't...I don't want to make you more upset and..." Germania shook his head. Ignoring everything Gilbert had said, he stood up, loosening the very belt he did not wish to use. He then sat down and folded the implement in half.
"Come over here Roderich. I have had enough!" The boy gulped, and knowing that he had made it worse, he walked over to his Uncle. The nation flipped the boy over his knees, and bared the child of his garments. Raising the shirt, he took the belt to the child's backside, it landed with a sound smack.
"OOooooooohhhh...owwwwwww!" The nation started to bawl profoundly. Prussia winced closing one eye but had to watch, trying not to smirk. This made all of this almost worth it now. To see to his delightful cousin getting Vati's belt, that should knock his pride down a peg or two.
Germania had not wanted to waste the day by handing out spankings, but he still had Basch to deal with, so he would hurry with this one. He still needed to cook, and feed what he knew as four very hungry nations. He only hoped they had appetites. The belt landed on the child's backside six times. Hard and swift, Roderich jolted each time, and held on to Germania's leg.
"Owwww owwww owwwww, ughhhhh...owwwww!" Once finished, the elder nation set down the belt, and ran a gentle hand. He then fixed the boy upright and his clothing back. The little nation did a dance, and was bawling loudly. Thick tears streaming down Roderich's face. Getting up from the bench, Germania fixed his belt.
"Go, sit over by your two cousins Roderich." He then looked over to his other nephew, and the last child to be spanked. "Basch..." He stared straight to the child, and held waited. Somehow he knew something was going to make him wait.
Basch had been hoping he would not even have to go through with it as he had not really followed through with the activities that the other little nations had participated in. The look on his uncle's face however and the firmness of which he spoke compelled him and he slow and hesitantly made his way over.
"Uncle..." The child spoke out, and sitting on the bench, waiting for his nephew, Germania was now surprised that the little one mentioned his name. He was pleasantly surprised.
"Basch...I do not like to be questioned...you can very well see how that affected your cousin Gilbert. Now what?" He was beginning to feel the effects of a headache. Roderich seeing as Basch was on dangerous territory and stepped forward rubbing at his backside, and crying hard.
"Nein...Basch...Nein...just listen to Uncle!" Austria whimpered and tugged at Switzerland's hand.
Basch was frightened and when he was, he sometimes said things he shouldn't. Feeling Austria behind him tugging though, he frowned and pulled away from him. Maybe if he were diplomatic this could be solved without violence
"Uncle, as a guest in your house and without a full discloser of rules at your premise, I request rapid exclusion from pending judgment, and request immunity from said punishment." Basch may have been young but he was well learned in diplomacy and didn't speak unless he fully understood his situation.
Germania looked over to the boy, and his eyes widened. He had no idea what to say, but having understood everything, he stood up, and without given the child a second chance, he grabbed him up in his arms, and threw him face down over his lap.
"Is that so huh Basch? Well as your elder...and knowing fully aware of what was going on without reporting the excitement that your cousins were having, I see this conversation as null and void. You could have alerted me even before climbing up the ladder." He pulled down Switzerland's pants and undergarments just like the others, and unleashed a very hard first smack to the nation.
Basch was shocked and surprised. Diplomacy worked usually well for him and he let out a harsh cry at the first smack. This was unfamiliar territory to him and he didn't know what to make of it, but knew right away he did not like it one bit.
"AHH Uncle! Reprieve!" Germania laid into the child with another smack.
"Enough of your crusade against me being lenient on you. Your cousins took their punishment, and so will you!" He raised his palm again, having it hit the tender spots on the little nation's bare bottom. Ludwig sniffed and held on to his brother. Austria watched the brave little nation, and moaned slightly as tears continued to fall down his face. The belt had still stung, and he wiped his nose.
Basch was quickly out of breath to speak anymore and simply was left to sob like the chibi he was. Prussia tried to not be impressed with this. All those fancy words did nothing, as his cousin was being spanked regardless. He wiggled sitting on the scratchy hay.
Germania seeing that the boy was taking his punishment properly now, he then had his hand hit down on the boy's backside four more times. Once this was done, he then stood the child up, adjusted his underpants, and trousers, and pointed to the hay stack.
"Go, sit down right now..." He gave the child a little push, and Switzerland walked over, sitting down next to Roderich.
All four child sat, sobbing, and moaning at the horrible punishment that they had all encountered. Germania was not pleased in the least bit. He looked down, still with a sour looked upon his face. Having the boys wait a bit, by sitting, he then figured it was just time for them to go inside.
"Alright, all of you, get up, follow me. We are going into the house now."
Prussia helped Ludwig up ignoring Basch who got up on his own wincing with tears still in his eyes and went to follow Germania. Basch now counting down the hours until they could leave.
Holding out the door, Germania watched as each of the sobbing little nations walked out. He then closed the door, seriously looking into maybe putting a lock on the doors. He walked to the house and arrived inside, holding the door open. Roderich walked next to Basch and sniffed, nudging him.
"You see where your little smart mouth gets you? You can't say you didn't deserve it." He then looked over to Prussia with a glare. Basch frowned a bit rubbing his bottom.
"Diplomacy has always worked before, but Uncle is strict." Prussia glared back at Roderich, and not in the mood. He could not help but smirk, he wasn't going to let him ever forget about getting Vati's belt.
Germania stood by the door holding it open, having all four of the children walk inside. Ludwig sniffed, and the elder nation reached down and grabbed him up into his arms. He watched as his two nephews were speaking to one another. He shook his head with a disapproving expression.
"I am strict when I have to be young man...and what the four of you showed me was something of ridiculous behavior. Very, very naughty. Go inside the three of you, while I continue to prepare dinner. His eye gazed at Gilbert lastly.
Gilbert felt the glare and hunched his shoulders up a little making sure that he had no smirk on his face.
"Ja Vati." He responded.
"Ja Uncle" Basch said giving his bottom one more rub. This really was ridiculous and unfair to his mind still but he decided it was best not to say so, as it seemed Germania did not take criticism well.
Seeing all the children walk in, and with him holding the youngest, he closed the door. Turning back to the children, his expression did not change. He had noticed that Ludwig had fallen asleep, but he did not want to send the child to bed without eating, so he spoke to him softly.
"Wake up Ludwig, you need to eat." Looking over to the three little nations, he said in a soft tone as well. "Boys, sit down at the table, I will have something prepared for you in a short moment." Roderich looked over at his uncle, and with his hand on his sore bottom, he pouted.
"Uncle...I am not really hungry...and..." Germania shook his head.
"Silly nonsense...sit down at the table Roderich...right now." He turned back to the cauldron and saw the stew that he was making was almost done.
Prussia, knew that this was part of the punishment...or at least he felt that way. Made to sit down after that was never a pleasant thing...but hearing Roderich sounding hesitant he couldn't help but let a small smirk out, he really had gotten it the worst.
"Vati...should I get a pillow for Roddie's poor sore pampered bum?"
Having Ludwig wake up, and slightly whine, the elder nation still holding him, walked over to ladle stew into bowls. He brought one over to each of the children, and then with the smallest one in his arms, he sat down, holding the bowl, with his own bowl. The nation had heard what Gilbert said, and semi smiled. He responded but was not pleased with the sarcastic tone in the boy.
"Möchtest du ein Kopfkissen?" (Would you like a pillow?) He said this with a raised eyebrow. "Ich kann ein dir bringen." (I can bring you one.) Roderich looked over to Gilbert, and then gulped. He hated his cousin now.
"Uncle...I don't need a pillow..." The boy adjusted uncomfortably in his seat and looked down. Meanwhile Basch raised his hand, the other still grasping his bottom.
"I would like to request a pillow Danke." He had no shame in asking, this was his first time and he was not pleased with how it had gone. Still feeling it undeserved felt he could at least be given one. Prussia looked at Switzerland and tried not to burst into laughter at his idiocy.
"Very well little one..." He nodded his head at Basch, and he stood up while still holding Ludwig, he set the small boy in the chair, and walked from the table.
He walked over to the couch in the living area, and took a small pillow off it. Strolling back over to the table, he handed it to Switzerland, and then looked over to his own offspring.
"Gilbert...do you wish to say something? There is no shame in having some comfort for one's penance." Gilbert shook his head.
"Ja it's a sissy and very un awesome thing, you wouldn't require to sit on a pillow Vati if you got your backside whipped!" He said looking up feeling he made a very valid and un-arguable point. He was hoping to bring a little shame to Basch in the process. But what Prussia had said did not bother the other little country in the least as he took the pillow gratefully and proceeded to put it on the chair and sit down with more ease.
Having the pillow taken from his grasp, Germania just looked over to Gilbert. He could not believe what the child was saying. Such sass and the tone was something he had not felt like dealing with. He was very tired and worn out though. Giving out punishments to four little boys had taken a toll on him. He decided to make the child slightly pay for what he was doing. He took Ludwig into his lap, and then fed him some of the stew. Clearing his throat, he then looked to Basch and Roderich.
"Its alright boys if you need the extra comfort...I don't think it is un-awesome as my Gilbert states. But I will clue you on what is un-awesome...drying out Mein child's bed sheets in the morning because some naughty boy can not contain his bladder...hmmm?" He smirked and gave another spoonful to Ludwig. Roderich smiled, and held back a laugh dropping his spoon on the table, and covering his mouth.
Prussia's eyes widened and his face became redder than a cherry and he slammed his little fist on the table.
"VATI!" He yelled in a loud long whine, he couldn't believe Germania had just told his worst secret, he was embarrassed and angry all at once. Basch though didn't laugh, he was still having difficulty himself. Though it wasn't every night, but at least once a week. Though he usually got up early enough to change them himself so no one noticed.
Putting the spoon down, and wiping Ludwig's mouth, the little one was done, and in need of sleep. He got up, grabbing the child up into his arms, and then turned back to the three boys. He spoke down to Gilbert.
"I am not sorry for saying what I did. You want to go ahead and make fun of someone because of what happened to them, then the same thing is going to happen to you. Shame on you for thinking your cousin is a sissy." Ludwig fussed a little, and Germania hushed him. "Shhh little one...be still." Turning from the children, he proceeded down the hall, but looked back. "I am giving Ludwig a bath Gilbert, and then he is being put to bed. You finish your dinner...all of you finish, and for Gott's sake, behave yourselves." He walked down the hall, Roderich sat holding his spoon.
"You wet the bed? Like a little baby?" The child laughed at his cousin, and then smirked at Basch. Basch tried to smirk back but said nothing. Prussia shot an icy cold glare at Roderich.
"You shut your stupid mouth! You are still a stupid fancy pants sissy who cried when Vati spanked you with he belt."
It was the ONLY thing Prussia had on Roderich. Though now it didn't seem that much compared to what Roddie now knew thanks to his loose lipped Vati. This was so not the way Prussia wanted things to be, he got up and took his bowl over to the sink. He didn't want to be near his cousins right now.
"Mmmm hmm...and I am sure you don't cry at all when your Vati spanks you with his belt. Don't deny that Gilbert...you are a cry baby too!" He stood up, taking his bowl, and walking to the sink, copying his cousin.
"Nein I am not a cry baby, I have taken the strap dozens of times and not made one peep!" Prussia boasted and then washed his hands and went over to the living room area and climbed up on a chair and grabbed some paper and started to scribble something on it looking very busy.
Roderich was a little surprised at what Gilbert had said to him, and he held back a gasp.
"I don't believe you one bit Gilbert! Not crying any when you get spanked with a strap? You are a LIAR!" Basch looked over to Roderich and pouted.
"Roddi how much longer do we have to stay here with uncle Germania?" Looking back over to Basch, he nodded his head.
"Baschy...we said we would stay a couple of days." He walked closer, and looked sad. "Don't be upset...its not so bad here...I mean except for present company..." He glared to Prussia. "Why are you being difficult?"
He waited for an answer. Ludwig was being taken out of the bath, and wrapped in a towel. Germania then walked out of the bedroom, and towards his own bed. His youngest would be sleeping with him, and maybe Gilbert if need be. He set him in the bed, changed him, and just watched the child drift off to sleep, running his fingers through his hair. Basch heaved a heavy sigh and did not respond right away for a long time.
"Roddie, we could just leave, we don't have to stay here. We came on our own, we can leave on our own."
Seeing as the child was now passed out, Germania walked from the bedroom, and towards the bathroom. He had a headache, and needed to splash water on his face, and get out of the funk. He was very tired. Roderich had watched his cousin walk into the living room with a piece of paper, but he shrugged it off. He then turned to Switzerland, and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"I know we came alone...but...but we are here to visit, and look how excited Ludie was to see us. And uncle...he is our uncle...we can not be rude and just up and leave. Don't be difficult..." He said this with a firm tone, as being one year older made him feel much older. Looking over to Prussia, he scoffed. "And what in Himmel's name are you doing?" Prussia didn't liked be challenged and responded to the earlier remark.
"I am not lying and I will prove it!" He said and continued scribbling on the paper looking more intent now.