Ch. 13
Bulgaria had rang the doorbell for a solid five minutes before he huffed, deciding to let himself in. He looked around, hearing a child's laugh and followed the sound, letting out a horrid cry. There was a polar bear smelling a baby and nuzzling it!
"Bulgaria? Why are you here?" asked America, frowning at Bulgaria.
Bulgaria shook his head, glad he had run into Hungary and had got the address to this... this mad house! "Hungary told me..." Bulgaria paused, his dark eyes glued to a small pale strawberry blond staring up at him with large red eyes while half-hiding behind the couch. "Vlad..." Bulgaria then whispered bending down in front of the child, as he instantly recognized the toddler.
"Who you?" Vlad asked. The other two boys staring at Bulgaria as well.
Bulgaria felt his heart drop. Surely this was a horrible joke on everyone's part. "You don't know who I am?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I s'posed to?" Vlad asked tilting his head to the side.
Bulgaria felt worse than ever. His legs could no longer support him. He moved over to the couch, falling into it. His best friend had forgotten him. He wasn't sure he could deal with that.
"I sorry." Vlad said, looking worried at Bulgaria.
Bulgaria shook his head and smiled a forced grin at the toddler. "Don't be. It's not your fault." he said petting the boy's head.
"Maybe he's your papa, Vlad!" England exclaimed, going over to Vlad and grabbing his hand.
"He papa?" Vlad asked with a frown as he looked up at Bulgaria.
Bulgaria nearly choked on his own spit at the very thought. Sure they were close, but, he and Vlad didn't even look alike! "I'm not..."
"Then who are you?" England asked glaring defensively at Bulgaria, his grip tighter on Romania's hand.
"I'm Vlad's friend. His best friend." Bulgaria said and even baby Norway who was seated next to him looked like he didn't believe the man.
"His friend? But you're super old!" England yelled causing America, Prussia and Denmark to laugh.
Bulgaria sputtered and stared in shock at the little British boy. "O-old?! I'm not that old!" he yelled.
"You old! You old!" Romania chanted with a laugh.
"I'm not! You're just young!" Bulgaria argued before he sighed in defeat, realizing too late that he was in an argument with two toddlers.
Norway peered over at the man and crawled over, bottle in hand. Bulgaria who had closed his eyes as he felt a headache start to form opened them as the tiny blond climbed into his lap. "Hello there." the dark haired man said with a smile.
Norway's eyes were large and innocent as he offered his bottle to the man, waiting for him to take it. Bulgaria's smile grew larger, Norway was adorable at this age! "Is this for me? Thank you! But this is yours, you should keep it." Bulgaria said with a laugh.
Norway giggled as well before he shoved the bottle in Bulgaria's open mouth. Bulgaria gagged and pulled the bottle of milk out of his mouth, shooting baby Norway a glare before he wiped his mouth.
Denmark chuckled at the scene Bulgaria was making and scooped the baby up, letting Bulgaria get up. "Sorry about that." he said, although it wasn't that believable to Bulgaria as the man continued to laugh.
Bulgaria grumbled and stood, slowly finding himself gravitating toward Romania who had appeared to have already gotten distracted by the sleeping polar bear, England by his side as both kids climbed on the bear. "So what's with the bear?" Bulgaria asked, barely noticing the bear's owner who stood close to Prussia's side, the two talking lowly.
"It's Mattie's! Don't worry, he's harmless and pretty good with kids!" America called from the kitchen.
Mattie? That name wasn't all that familiar to him. Could America be referring to Denmark? The Dane's name was Mathias after all...
"He means Canada." Prussia said, answering Bulgaria's unanswered question.
Now Bulgaria was far more lost than before. Canada? Who was that? He tried thinking to all of the many countries he had met over the course of his life... Canada... Canada... finally it came to him. Canada! He was the one that had broke a rather nasty fight up between Mr. Russia and America! "Oh!" he exclaimed, as realization dawned on him. He blushed soon after, as he thought about how rude that must have been. "Sorry Canada." he added soon after to the now very noticeable man talking with Prussia over in the corner of the room.
"Don't be. It happens a lot." Canada replied in his usual whisper voice.
Denmark, who at some point during the conversation, had set Norway on the ground, the baby going over to his friends the second he was on the floor. "So. What brings you here, Bulgaria?" Denmark asked once he remembered that Bulgaria still had yet to explain why.
"Hungary told me about the kids and I decided to see for myself and maybe help out a bit." Bulgaria answered.
That answer seemed to satisfy the other adults who looked around the messy house, knowing that they needed all the help they could get. "Help will be nice." Prussia muttered.
"Yeah! You or Mattie can either clean the house or set up highchairs from hell!" America grinned at Bulgaria, pointing to the highchairs that still had yet to be set up.
Canada smiled gently and nodded. "I can do either one, so you choose Demitri."
Bulgaria gulped, both sounded like a lot of hassle, in all honesty he would rather just hang out with the kids, but he knew the other adults would not allow that. "I'll go set up the highchairs then." he said heading off to the dining room where the highchairs lay dismantled.
Aw relax Bulgaria! it's all cool here!
