Ch.14
With the kids preoccupied with Kumajirou, everyone finally had a chance to tidy up a bit. Canada had let Denmark clean the toys up, while Prussia had left to help Bulgaria with the highchairs. He felt almost useless until he saw drawings on the wall in crayon. He got a sponge to clean it and sighed, the drawings were all higher than a child could reach, especially ones as young as the magic trio were. "How on earth..." Canada sighed, why bother asking? He had a general idea as to who the culprit was. He turned to look at his twin and shook his head as the American twirled a red crayon around in his hands.
"Alfred?" he called, his voice calm.
"Yeah bro?" Alfred asked, confused as he peeked inside the room.
"Can you please explain to me how crayon got all the way up here?" Canada asked, pointing to a drawing in red crayon of what he could only guess was supposed to be England.
"You know how kids can be, I guess they wanted to draw on the wall." America said, nervously grinning at his brother.
"Mm.. odd. The kids are far too small to be able to reach all the way up here." Canada said, just waiting for America to crack.
"Unless they climbed on top of each other?" America suggested weakly.
"Even if they did that, Alfred. They would only be able to reach our waist." Canada pointed out.
Denmark blinked, unsure of what they were talking about before he laughed. "Oh yeah! I almost forgot about our drawings! Man we were drunk when we thought that up."
Canada sighed. "All three of you did this?" he asked.
At this Denmark had to look up in thought. "No... I'm pretty sure Gil was putting the kids to bed when we got into the liquor..."
America frowned as he thought as well. "No? Remember man? He drew that sad drawing in the corner?"
Prussia had sadly, decided at this moment to enter the room. Canada's violet eyes on him as the white haired man got into view. "Hey we need some screws... hey birdie? You okay?" Prussia asked, stopping in front of America who was grabbing some screws from a drawer in the kitchen for the albino.
"Gilbert? Did you add on to this?" As he pointed to one of the corners, England had gone over to the corner Canada was pointing at and held a chubby hand up to a large heart with messy scribbled writing underneath, the letters barely legible even for Canada to read.
Prussia gulped and barely grabbed the screws from his friends hands. "I mean... it was small?"
Canada sighed harder than before. "Alfred. Mathias. Gilbert. Go sit on the couch, please." He ordered pointing to the couch, his voice filled with disappointment. America and his friends frowned but sat down, the adults noticing that England and Romania had left the room, Norway now climbing on Kumajirou alone.
While they sat on the couch Canada cleaned the rest of the living room in silence, ignoring the trio as he worked. Once done he put his cleaning supplies up and turned to the trio, hands on his hips. "So. Who would like to explain all of this first?" he asked sounding like a scolding mother.
The trio all shared a look and spoke in unison.
"I'm an emotional drunk!" Gilbert spoke.
"I'm a happy silly drunk!" Denmark added.
"I like pizza!" America said.
Canada felt a headache start to form and pointed to America first, the man sitting on the left side of the couch. "You first." he said to his twin.
America frowned before he gave in. "Well... I just thought it would be funny since Iggy is a major neat freak normally! It's not like anything was damaged..." his brother spoke with a pout.
"You're excuse?" Canada asked Denmark next, pointing at him. "You can't expect me to stay sober all the time. Plus the kids were all asleep in their room when we decided to drink."
After hearing this Canada finally turned to Prussia, pointing at him. "And you?"
Prussia grinned sheepishly. "I missed you and there was a crap load of whiskey here?"
Canada had to hold himself back from saying he missed Prussia as well and that he forgave the albino. He shook the thought of forgiveness out of his head and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the three adults. "You do realize that three drunks adults are useless in an emergency, right? Do you at least have a proper crib for them? Or are you letting them all sleep on England's giant bed in his room?"
Denmark glared back at Canada. "Of course they have a crib! That was the first and only thing we set up! And Romania and Nor share it with no troubles at all! And just so you know, I was drunk plenty of times while raising Nor and Ice before, and their perfectly fine!"
Canada twitched, focusing on Den."'Just fine'?" he noticed his twin and Prussia gulp, both knowing the fury Denmark had just released within the usually calm Canadian.
America bit his lip and pulled out his phone, tapping it a few times and getting up, over to his the Canadian. "H-hey... so did you see the picture Liz posted earlier online? It's of the kids... cute right?"
Canada ignored his brother, now furious at the Dane. "When you found them they were children. Exactly the same as we all were found as countries. Now they are younger than any country has ever been and you think the same rules apply. Have you even thought of what happens if they are hurt like this? Do you know for certain that they still have their healing?" Canada asked, his voice cracking slightly before he went over to the little baby climbing on Kumajirou, scooping him up and holding him close.
"...Gil. Mathias. Both of you are old enough to know to think ahead when in these situations... at least... I hope so..." Canada paused and sighed. "It's fine... they are all fine... but please, think before you open the alcohol again."
Shame cross over Denmark's face, sadness darkening his eyes as his gaze went to his lap. Prussia looked down as well. "We will Birdie, don't you worry."
Canada smiled softly at them and looked down at the little blond in his arms. The boy's large blue eyes set on Denmark, as though he knew that Denmark felt awful about all of this. He walked over to the Dane and set the baby in his lap, "I'm sorry for being such a nag..." Canada mumbled watching as the baby in Denmark's lap wobbled as he stood clutching Den's shirt for extra balance, his chubby little hand gently wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from Denmark's eyes.
"No. don't be Mattie. We needed it I think." America said softly before all of them jumped, a loud cry of pain being heard from the next room over. Romania and England had toddled over as fast as they could, both looking extremely worried.
"Mr. Weird New Guy got a bad owie! He bleeding real bad and crying!" England explained.
Canada frowned, the only one that could fit that description was Bulgaria. He raced to the next room and found the black haired man clutching his right hand tightly, his finger bleeding on his coat. "Demitri! Are you okay?" Canada asked as he rushed over to the Bulgarian man.
The man was cursing in Bulgarian, sending rough kicks to the second highchair he had been working on. "No! The stupid thing crushed my finger!" Bulgaria yelled in anger and pain.
"Did you read the directions?" Canada asked while he began to tend to Bulgaria's injury.
Bulgaria in response held up a folded sheet of paper. "I could only find Swedish, Chinese, and Spanish directions, I gave up finding the English directions a while back, but I figured since I managed to get one high chair up, the second would be the same right?"
Canada studied both highchairs and frowned. "They appear to be different brands... different parts too..."
Bulgaria let out a groan. "That explains a lot. But now how do I fix this one?" he asked, gesturing to the still apart high chair.
Canada looked at the directions, finding a french section and began to read them, following them as he put the high chair together by himself, occasionally asking for a screw or a tool from Bulgaria. Once done he nodded, pleased with his work. "Glad papa had me go to all those classes now." the Canadian muttered, putting the boxes and tools away with Bulgaria helping. He figured he'd see for himself what other things he needed to be handled as the day progressed, right now he was tired.
The true mom of the group has put his foot down. Lol. Caring Canada is the best. Also shout out to TrueCanadianGirl for her help with writing Canada. And Iceflight for her help with writing and understanding Bulgaria :) I'll see you next chapter!
