G is for giraffe

Gilbert lay on the sofa so that his head was balanced on the floor and his feet pointing to the ceiling; absent mindedly watching cartoons. Eliza was out right now on a business trip, so he was home alone with their son. He wondered briefly if he should cook some pancakes, when he felt something hard slam into his stomach.
"UNNMMFFF" he crowed as he curled up. He heard a childlike laugh from the side.
"Gotcha!" the voice exclaimed and Gilbert sat up, before fishing his arm over the side of the sofa and lifting a five year old or so boy with bright red eyes and brown hair over and onto his lap.
"Frederich, we don't do bad zhings to vati before he's had his coffee!"
"But Vati you've had four coffees zhis morning!"
Gilbert paused.
"Frederich, you don't do bad zhings to Vati in the morning!"
"But Vati-"
"No 'But Vati" he imitated the boy's voice and then tickled him. "You should know better zhan zhat!" Frederich giggled, and his Vati felt proud as the laughter sounded heavily accented from both Hungarian and Prussian German. "Aren't you going to school or something?"
"Nope, it's Saturday." He smiled as he stared at the TV Gilbert had been watching .
"Ahh, ja, Ludwig and Feli take you on Saturdays." Gilbert nodded.
"Nein." Fred paused.
"Hmm? Is it Arthur and Francis' turn?" Eliza and Gilbert usually worked on Saturdays, Eliza from her Bosses offices half an hour away and him from their own house; however all he did was forward papers to his brother.
"Nein Vati!"
"So Antonio and Lovi-"
"Vati, they're all at work!"
"Ahh, ja…" Gilbert nodded again. "WAIT WHAT?!"
"It's one of those things nations go to… what are zhey called… world meetings."
"I'M MISSING A WORLD MEETING!?" he cried, before dashing to the bedroom.
"J-Ja but you're not a nation, zhey're at Mr. Ivan's house…" Frederich began, but Gilbert was already cramming a bag filled with clothed that Eliza had packed him out of the door.
"Bakabakabakabakabakabakabaka" Gilbert muttered as he carried it out to the driveway and into the car, before running back and changing into a suit and tie, and making his son look smart and changed him into nice clothes.
"But Vati!" he whined as they left. "I haven't eaten yet…"
"We can eat on zhe way!"

With his son contently chewing on a wurst, Gilbert momentarily remembered his wife telling him the day before about their flight out that evening; he had to make sure that Frederich was picked up from school, went to soccer practice and then had food before they left. She couldn't do that because she was needed at a UN photo shoot that afternoon, and Freddie missing his football wasn't a good option. However Gilbert had fallen asleep after they had eaten and forgotten all about the flight, which he would certainly hear about in gas money. As they headed towards the meeting hall, Frederich began to gasp and press his head against the window.
"A zoo! Vati! A zoo!" he looked at Gilbert, who had been driving for hours and four hours of "eye spy" had taken its toll on him. "Do you zhink zhey have Giraffes?"

"Maybe Muti will take us when we meet up with her." He looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was around half noon, so the meeting would be going on. He had another five minutes to go.

"But Vati-"

"Hey!" Gilbert frowned. "I said no 'But Vati'!"
"But zhey might have Giraffes!" he frowned.
"What's with you with Giraffes all of a sudden?"
"Vati! I want to see zhe giraffes!"

Gilbert gripped the wheel harder and the five year old screamed about the giraffes.

"WE'RE HERE! WE'RE HERE!" Gilbert stormed into the meeting hall, with Frederich under his arm and a furious expression on his face. All the people in the room looked at him – many surprised, others irritated. Probably the most irritated were Eliza and Ludwig.
"Ve!~ Germany, look! A BAMBINO!" Italy ran towards the two of them and Frederich yelped and ducked behind his father.
"Take five?" Somebody, Netherlands it sounded like, suggested. England, America, France and Germany nodded, and the other nations looked at Russia.
"Da." He smiled, and his eyes wandered across to Lithuania.
"MUTI!" Frederich was now running across to where Eliza was hurrying towards them.

"A kisbabám! (My baby!)" she picked him up and he clung to her like a baby monkey. "Gilbert, vhat happened?"
"Funny story, I uh, I forgot."
"Right, of course." Ludwig appeared beside them, seemingly retaining Italy from the "bambino".
"West, whats zhat meant to mean?"
"Don't worry." Ludwig sighed, before noticing Frederich was staring at him.

"Look Germany, he likes you!~" Italy giggled. Germany sighed.

"We're nearly finished anyway, why don't you take Frederich out?" Elizabeta passed him back.
"Muti~" he frowned. "I wanna stay here!"

"You're not a personification… though you might be one when you're older." Germany smiled slightly. "Why don't you take him to zhe zoo or something?" he suggested to his brother.

Gilbert's face pales.
"GIRAFFEGIRAFFEGIRAFFEGIRAFFE!"

Disclaimer: I dont own Hetalia

A/N: does anyone have any suggestions for H? :P