Ch. 9
America grinned as they pulled up to England's house. He was excited to get the kids dressed in the clothes he bought them. "I'll bring the clothes and toys in!" America yelled running out of the car. He already had the bags of clothes and most of the toys in hand, running inside before Denmark could tell him to help bring in the rest of the stuff.
"Yo! Where's my little dudes at!" America yelled happily. He found the kids in the living room with Hungary on the floor. What made his smile drop however was what the kids were wearing. Each of them had on a little maid dress, one America remembered Prussia say Italy wore when he was young.
"What are they wearing?" America asked Hungary, his eyes glued to the kids.
"Those shirts were never going to work for them, they needed something that could fit them, and it didn't take that long for me to get these clothes for them." Hungary answered with a smile.
"B-but..." America had started to argue before England ran over to him.
"That took a long time. Where did you go?" England asked, peeking into one of the bags.
"To the store. Hey guys I got awesome clothes for you! Do you want to put them on and then play with the toys we got for you?" America asked with a grin.
"Toys?" Romania asked curiously. He waddled over to America, Norway crawling after him.
"Yeah dudes! These are awesome!" America said presenting one of the toys for them.
The kids stared in awe at the talking dog America had pulled out for them. He took it out of the box it was in and turned it on. "Dog say hi!" he said to the thing.
The dog responded, fascinating the kids. They took off with it while Hungary and America got the rest of the toys out of their packaging.
"Al. You kind of suck." Denmark panted as he got into the house, managing to carry everything America hadn't had carried in.
"Sorry man, I wanted to have the kids play with their new toys." America replied apologetically. Denmark sighed and peered into the living room where Hungary was with the kids, the woman was playing with them using the new toys.
"Why..." Denmark asked referring to Hungary.
"I don't know man. I came in and they were in dresses and they seemed totally chill in them!" America said, thinking his friend was talking about the dresses the children were wearing.
"I'm more concerned with the fact that Hungary is here and Prussia isn't. Where is he?" Denmark asked heading over to Hungary.
"He left a little after these guys woke up from their nap. Honestly it's been peaceful since he had a breakdown and ran off to his room." Hungary replied.
"We were gone for like 5 hours and he couldn't handle it?" America asked with a frown.
Hungary shook her head with a sigh. The three young ones looked up at her curiously before she smiled at them, the three smiling back.
Vlad had taken a liking to the dog toy and had begun to cuddle up with it, holding it tightly when Lukas even remotely took an interest. "Mine!" Vlad cried as Lukas moved over to him. The adults had all left them in the living room with the toys while they put stuff together, saying it was for the trio. Lukas ignored Vlad and reached for the toy. Panicked Vlad pushed him away and ran off with the toy in hand.
Lukas sat dumbfounded for a few seconds before he slowly began to cry, the sound loud enough that the adults were sure the neighbors could hear it.
"What happened?" the spiky haired man the kids had learned to be named Denmark asked, holding Lukas tightly while looking to Arthur.
"Lukas wanted to play with the toy but Vlad said it was his and pushed Lukas." Arthur told the man. Denmark frowned, but saw that Vlad had mostly just startled Lukas, to his relief the blond baby wasn't hurt.
"Where's Vlad now?" Denmark asked.
"He ran away. I think he's scared of getting in trouble." Arthur told him. Denmark shook his head and set Lukas back down, the young blond going over to Arthur who gladly led him to the coloring book he was coloring in. with them distracted the tall adult set out to search for Vlad.
Denmark heard sniffling in the master bedroom and found Vlad curled up, the toy beside him. "Vladimir." Denmark said causing the toddler to jump and turn around, crying as he saw Denmark.
"I sorry!" he cried.
Denmark sighed and lifted the boy up, sitting next to him on the bed. "It's not nice to push others when they want to play with you."
"I-I no mean it! Luka try take puppy way fro me!" Romania tried to defend his actions.
"Puppy isn't just yours. If Lukas or Arthur wants to play with it too, they can. Wouldn't you be upset if they were playing with a toy you wanted but they didn't let you?" Denmark asked standing up to look the toddler over.
"Yes." Romania said after a few seconds of thinking.
"Good. Now I want you to say sorry to Lukas for pushing him and then I want all of you to play together, okay?" Denmark asked sternly.
"Okay papa." Romania said and hopped off the bed, taking the toy with. Denmark followed him out and stood by the entryway into the living room as Romania walked over to Norway and England.
"I sorry. Papa want us to play 'gether!" the little boy said happily to the other to.
Denmark grinned and made his way to the other adults that still had yet to figure out how to put together a highchair. "I got called "papa" just now." he gloated.
"Great. Now "papa" can finish putting this highchair together." Hungary said, giving up.
"With how long it took us just to do the high chairs, we might be too tired to build the crib." Prussia said with a groan, he almost wondered if there were some sort of magical force stopping their progress.
"They could all sleep on the bed again, I mean it would just be one more night." America agreed before he sighed and stretched. "Anyway I'm hungry let's just take a break."
They all agreed, realizing how late it was, and how the kids hadn't eaten since breakfast. They decided to finish working on the furniture later.
