Germany watched as Prussia opened his mouth to say something, but looking into his brother's stern eyes, he had dared not to say anything at this point now. He huffed and walked over to the table, got himself into a seat and then pouted at the table. He would have his revenge.
Italy and Japan watched the altercation and waited patiently in their seats. Germany mixed up the concoction of a delightful and perfect porridge. Taking out three bowls, he scooped the mush into the containers, and handed one to each of the children. Italy smiled up to Germany.
"Grazie Germany." The little boy put his spoon to the bowl and began to consume. Ludwig nodded his head and then looked over to Japan. The little nation too thanked the German, and began to eat. Then, looking over to his own kin, he waited.
"Well…are you going to eat?" He raised an eyebrow to Gilbert. "Cause I am not making something else for you. Don't be stubborn Gil…seriously." He waited.
"Eh…I will eat Bruder…I will eat." He put the spoon in, and then forced the awful muck into his little mouth. Looking up with his cheeks puffed out, he opened his mouth. "Mmmmm, so good!" This was of course Prussia being his sarcastic self. Some of the porridge dribbled down his chin, and onto his shirt. Germany shook his head.
"What a child you are…were…ugh, are now. Seriously, finish up you three I need to get ready for us to go out."
Hoping the three miniature nations would be okay, Germany left the room and walked upstairs to his bedroom.
With the boys at the table, Italy was finishing his food, and looked over at Prussia. The little nation scowled at him, and held his spoon in his hand, while sticking a finger in his porridge.
"What are you looking at?" He stuck a tongue out at Italy, and then got up from the table, with his porridge in hand, and walked towards the front door. This caused both Japan and Italy to make small little gasps. Honda was the first to say something.
"Uh…um…Prussia? Where are you going? You mustn't leave…Germany will get very angry at you for not staying put. And you must finish your breakfast and…"
"Heh…shut up Japan…leave me to my own affairs." He promptly walked to the door and left in a huff. The two children at the table just sat and looked very worried.
Meanwhile in the German's bedroom, Ludwig stood in the room, and opened his wardrobe and took another uniform out. Laying it on the bed, he began to wonder again of all the things that were happening. Why would his brother purchase such a menacing substance, and then there were the Allied nations. He was not sure when and where they would show up again, he had to be hasty with getting ready. He pulled on his new trousers, and buttoned his shirt. Slipping the belt through the loops, he was now dressed. He made sure his hair was slicked as it could be, and then he walked down the steps. Arriving back in the kitchen, and looking to the table, he saw that only Japan and Italy were still at the table. Slightly panicking, he walked over to the two and spoke to them in a semi gentle tone.
"Where is Gilbert?" Raising an eyebrow, he just waited. When neither Italy or Japan failed to respond, he just shook his head. "Come now…you both were sitting here…where is he?"
Italy started to sniffle, and hid his face to his hands, and then whined slightly. Germany looked over to Japan, and cleared his throat. Honda gulped and looked over to the door and saw that it was slightly ajar. Germany's eyes widened, and he just gasped slightly. Whispering to himself, he put a hand to his temple.
"That little fool, he has gone and done it now…and…" Germany looked to the window and saw Gilbert outside with an empty breakfast bowl. His eyes glared, and he walked to the door, standing by it, arms crossed. "What the hell are you doing? Are you that foolish to be walking outside where certain countries can just get up and snatch you? Get inside you little runt!"
Prussia laughed at his brother, and made a slight little annoyed face. He then held up his empty bowl of recent breakfast.
"You see this West? Awful! Perhaps you should take some cooking classes…" Prussia dropped the bowl to the ground and thought he was the funniest ever. This did not agree with Ludwig, and he went to walk outside, when all of a sudden, someone grabbed Gilbert around the waist. "Aghhhh!, let me go!"
"Well, well, well…looks like we got ourselves a little hostage…isn't that right guys?" The voice was familiar, and as Germany squinted his eyes, all the members came into view.
China, Russia, England, France, and of course America…who had apprehended the little Prussia came out of the woods. They all smirked at one another, and looked over to Ludwig. America kept a firm grip on the boy, and just waited. Germany could not do anything, he was not armed with anything, and he had two children waiting for him inside. He was literally defenseless.
"It seems…well it seems like I have been defeated…and well…all I ask is…" Germany huffed, and then looked up with a sad look upon his face…that turned to pure happiness. "Good riddance…he's your problem now you Arschlochs! I have had enough. Go find a way to change him back, while I deal with my own problems!" He went to go inside when he heard Prussia whine.
"Bruder…Bruder…BRUDER! Where are you going? You can't do this to meeeeeeee!" He tried to wiggle out of America's grip, but the nation was not going to let him go. Germany shook his head, and continued to walk back.
"You got yourself into this situation Bruder of Mein, and with your awesome skills and such, get yourself out of it. I have to take the two inside and find this cart and see about getting them changed. Your friends, I take it will go easy on you, hopefully." He went to walk away, but then Russia came forward.
"You…you aren't going to go after him Germany? We have seized Prussia…and that is your plan, to just let us take him?"
"Uh, Ja…Ja, let him learn a lesson or two, I am sick of it." Germany walked back into the house, and with America still holding the boy, he broke out into laughter.
"Yes! We have done it guys, we took over a nation, let's go and…"
England walked over to him and gave the nation a clout to the side of the head. This caused America to release his grasp on the boy, and Prussia quickly ran out towards the house, but France grabbed him. America looked to England and rubbed the side of his head, and whined.
"What the hell was that for you son of a bitch?" He yelled at the nation, but seeing England's stern gaze, he quickly apologized. "Uh…oh, sorry…um, I am sorry Arthur…I just, well, what the hell man?"
"Don't you understand that kidnapping this little ruffian is not our plan? We were supposed to go after Japan and Italy. Who gives a bloody hell about Prussia!"
Prussia who was now in France's grip, stamped his feet, and shouted to the two in deep conversation.
"Hey you asshole…I resent that! I am a mighty nation, and I can take on each and every…one…of…oh…shit…" He looked up as China, Russia, America, England, and even France looked down at him. Raising an eyebrow, France tightened his grip.
"Ah 'ze little petit one 'as a mighty tongue on 'im no?" France held a hand out in the air, and it came down upon Prussia's backside hard. Gasping for a breath, and trying to turn around to kick the nation, Gilbert became enraged.
"HEY! Stop it…where do you come off treating me like this? Get your disgusting French mitts off me you lousy and perverted…" Another slap landed on the little nation's backside. France started laughing.
"Gilbert, naughty, naughty. I would 'ave thought 'ou would treat me, an old friend better." He looked up to England who was just staring with his arms crossed.
"Come now Francis…we need to get back to my mansion and discuss another arraignment of attack. We will take Prussia with us and lock him in a room. I am more than sure Germany will come for him at some point."
Gilbert looked up, tears streaming down his face, and holding his backside firmly.
"Please…please…I am sorry, just let me go…I will not say anything to anybody!"
Shaking his head, England was firm with his decision. He nodded to France, who quickly grabbed the boy up, and threw him over his shoulder. The other Allied nations followed suit and followed England. Prussia who was now very upset, looked back at Germany's house and while slightly punching France in the back, whined.
"Bruder! Brudddddder! Help me! Help me you freaking Dummkopf!" He burst out into hysterics. This caused France to give him a warning.
"Gilbert…I am going to soap your teeth once we 'ave arrive at England's. Be quiet now my little croissant."
Prussia could not believe his brother was being so unreasonable. He would have to do something once they arrived back at Arthur's. The five older nations, and Gilbert left through the woods. Once they were gone, Germany opened the door to his home, and looked out, looking slightly sorry that he had let the nations take his brother. Shaking his head, he walked back inside and looked to Italy and Japan. The boys were saddened that Prussia was gone. Although he was not a very nice nation, no one deserved to be conquered like that.
"Aren't you going to help him Mister Germany?" Said Italy with tears forming in his eyes. He walked over to Ludwig and gripped the man's pant leg. Looking down with a sympathetic look, he had no choice but to respond.
"I am of course going to rescue him Feliciano…but he needs to learn that he can't get what he wants. I am going to make him sweat, and then we will find him. What I need to do first is find the gypsy in the village and get the correct remedy for the both of you. I am sick of having to deal with you two." He ran his fingers through his hair, and then tried to think of a plan." He paced back and fourth and then looked down at the children again. "We need to get you two dressed, and then it is go time."
Holding out his hands, both boys ran to him, and took the nation's grip. They arrived in Japan's room first. The boy was taken out of his nightshirt, and put into a pair of trousers and a black shirt. The boy was somewhat happy with his outfit, but would rather have worn his usual kimono. Once that was accomplished, the three went to Italy's room up the stairs. Feliciano ran over to his wardrobe, and grabbed a pair of Capri pants, and a white shirt. Putting it on, he hummed and was happy. Once the children were ready, the three walked down the steps, and ventured outdoors.
Germany had no idea where this little cart would be, and he was slightly worried that there might not be a remedy at all. Trudging through the village, he looked all over for a candy cart, because this might trigger something. Looking over his eyes widened, and yes…this did bring back emotions once again.
"Yes please…good sir, I would like half a dozen ginger drops, some chocolate cream drops, and then lastly…some honey butters."
The candy vendor looked at the blond nation with two little children by his side, and smiled.
"Vati…Vati, I am going to eat them all when I get home…and then…I am going to eat some of Bruder's…and then.."
Germania looked down at Gilbert with a foreboding glance. Shaking his head, he slightly smirked.
"No you won't Gilbert…the candy is for after your supper. Besides you will get sick if you eat it all at once." He grabbed the bags from the man, and thanked him. "Come along you two, we still have much to do today."
Stamping his feet slightly, Gilbert followed, as well as Ludwig.
Shaking his head, Germany tried to think of where the cart was. If he could ask the gentlemen at the candy cart, then maybe he would know where this gypsy woman was. Grasping his forehead, he looked back at the boys.
"Come little ones…we need to hurry along." He firmly grasped both boy's hands, and they walked towards the gentle looking man. Italy and Japan's eyes popped out of their heads as they saw many different candies. The elderly vendor looked down with a smile.
"Good evening sir, would you and your little ones be interested in some candy?"
Germany did not know what he was going to say now, because with two children in tow, he was standing in front of a mountain of candy, and all he wanted was a question answered.
"Oh…Shizer…um…I suppose…well, maybe you can answer a question for me first. You see, I need to find a specific cart of extreme importance, and well it…"
"I want some peppermint sticks, and chocolate drops Germany, and Honda wants some soybean hard candy. Can we get some please Germany, please, please, please?"
The nation looked down at Italy, somewhat embarrassed. He did not want to give in and needed his question answered. Looking back to the gentleman, he cleared his throat.
"Please…I need to know where this gypsy cart is. Do you know what I am talking about?"
The man smiled, but he was not sure what the German was talking about. He shook his head no, but looked down at the children.
"I am sorry my good sir, I am not aware such a cart exists. Perhaps though, I can help in making these little ones happy." He got the candy for both boys, and held out the bags.
Knowing that the man could not help, he handed each bag to the little nations, and sighed, giving the vendor the money.
"Thank you very much then, I will see what I can do myself." He looked down again at two very happy children. "Come you two, time to continue our search.
Walking around the village, it seemed impossible. He had no idea where to even start. At least Italy and Japan were happy. Just when he was about to give up hope, he heard a gentle voice call to him.
"And what makes such a man so unhappy. When he looks around and notices that the very thing he needs is right before his eyes?" The voice sounded gentle and kind. Germany looked up and laid his eyes on a young looking gypsy. Nothing like what Prussia had described.
"You…you know what I need? But…but how?"
The gypsy smiled, and walked away from her cart, and knelt down to the children.
"I know many things…and sense a great misconception has occurred. Please…come over here good sir, and let's see what we can do."