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Vlad tilted his head as Arthur came wandering over to him, holding a large, heavy looking bottle. "Whas' that?" He asked the older boy.

"I don't know! But daddy had it out. Do you want it? I don't." Arthur answered, already handing Vlad the bottle.

Vlad giggled and ran off, slightly slower due to the weight of the bottle.

"That's not for little ones!" It was the strange man from before, BuBu? Bul- what was his name again? "Now now, how did you get this?"

Vlad frowned as the strange man took the funny bottle away before he grinned, seeing Mama. "Mama!"

"Hello dear. Bulgaria? Why do you have that? And so soon after I talked to Al and the others too." Mama sighed and lifted Vlad up, holding him tightly to his chest.

"Him... he was running around with it!" The strange man seemed nervous as his finger pointed at Vlad.

"Is that so..." Mama looked at Vlad gently. "Sweetie? You're not in trouble, but can you tell me where you found that?"

"Um... Artie find it... He gives me it..." Vlad answered softly.

"Oh? And where did Artie find it?" Mama asked, his voice soothing for Vlad.

"Artie say he find it... With daddy. Says daddy had it!" Vlad answered, calmer than before, he held Mama tightly however, his small hands around his neck.

Mama smiled at Vlad. "Thank you Vlad. If you see this again can you please tell me? It could make you very sick and we don't want that, right?"

Vlad nodded eagerly. "Okay Mama! I no want sick!"

Mama smiled warmly and kissed Vlad's head as he set him back down. "Very good. Go play with Artie and Lukas, okay?"

Vlad grinned and ran off.


Canada sighed and waited until Vlad and the kids were elsewhere before he took the bottle of Rum from Bulgaria and whistled for Kumajirou.

The Canadian and bear found their target in the living room, talking with America and Prussia, his back turned to Canada, oblivious to the Canadian is presence. Canada tapped on Denmark's shoulder with the bottle, a dangerous and slightly terrifying smile on his face.

Prussia had seen Canada long before the male had tapped on Denmark's shoulder and had retreated, wanting no part in whatever was going to happen next. Of course, his friends hadn't thought to judge the situation based on his reaction for America had been too busy laughing at all sorts of jokes Denmark happened to be telling. When Denmark finally had noticed Canadian, it was too late. With a high pitch scream the tall Dane had jumped, freezing in place as he saw Canada. America's own boisterous laughter had died down as he saw the fear in Denmark's eyes and the anger in his brother's. Like a sane person, America retreated.

"Do you know who found this bottle, Denmark?" Canada asked, his voice as sweet as honey.

Denmark gulped. "Bulgaria...?" He answered nervously.

"Arthur found it and gave it to Vlad. Bulgaria then took it from him." Canada's voice grew colder.

"Oh man! I totally forgot to put it up! And before you get mad at me, Nor's teething and that was supposed to ease the pain." Denmark explained, his voice losing some of the nervousness in it.

"Chamomile. Not alcohol. ESPECIALLY not half a bottle of it!" He glared at the Dane. "What else are they going to find? Did you fools even lock the cabinet?"

"Really? Huh, I gave him alcohol before and it was fine..." Denmark shrugged. "Guess things have changed a lot over the centuries... But as for that, I mean it's pretty high up, like even I had to stretch to get those bottles so I think it's fine. And there were only two in there, one of which is the one you're holding now."

"How'd about the cabinet under the sink? Where England keeps his cleaning supplies? Did you childproof the house at all?" Canada was growing angrier the more he talked to the Dane.

"England raised Sealand here, it's already pretty childproofed. We did however add a new lock for the basement so the kids wouldn't fall down there. And really this place is safe. I mean, it took us almost an hour to get the cleaning supplies you know." Denmark told him.

Canada narrowed his eyes but backed off, taking the alcohol and putting it away before he wandered over to where the kids were, sitting down and playing with them while he focused on trying to calm down.


Arthur sat by Vlad as Mama sat with them, smiling innocently.

"Looks like mom and dad are fighting." Alfred joked, laughing with Gil.

England heard that and frowned, that couldn't be... Right? "Mama? Are you and daddy mad at each other?" He asked nervously.

Mama held his arms out, offering to let the trio climb into his lap if they wished to. "He did something bad that could make you very very sick... So I'm a little upset with him... But it's okay guys."

"Daddy bad?" Vlad asked curiously, tilting his head to the side before all three of them climbed into mama's lap.

"No...just a bit silly... He made a bad choice." Mama said.

Arthur was about to ask another question when Lukas began to bounce around , clapping and giggling. "Dog! Dog!" The baby exclaimed.

The large, and in Arthur's opinion, frightening bear had come over lying down so the baby could play on it.

"Mama? You love daddy lots?" Vlad asked, he and Arthur looking confused as they heard hysterical laughter and groaning coming from Alfred and Gil.

Mama blinked, laughing nervously. "What do you think Vlad?"

Vlad blinked. "Yes? Hungy say mama and daddy s'posed to love lots! So mama love daddy!" Vlad reasoned with a grin, Arthur nodding in agreement beside him.

"W-well it's true that mommies and daddies love each other lots... Uhm..." Mama stuttered.

Gil, came over, bending down beside the kids. "Sometimes, a mom and a dad can be together for their kids, but... Um...love someone else. Mattie and Den are here for you guys but they aren't actually together."

Arthur looked at the two adults with wide teary eyes. "So mama and daddy...DON'T love each other? So they no love us?" He cried, Vlad crying soon after.

"Hey... Shh... Look at me, okay? We love you guys very very much, okay? It's why we are here, playing with you and taking care of you everyday..." Mama spoke gently, rocking them in his arms as he spoke.

Arthur and Vlad's sobs slowly dwindled as the rocking soothed them, the two we're fighting it, wanting to be up longer, but the rocking had eventually put them to sleep.


Huge thank you to TrueCanadianGirl for her help with this chapter, seriously she is awesome, anyway review please and if you have any ideas for future chapters feel free to share! See you next update!