The Prussian barged into Francis’ house. “Oi Francis!” he shouted. “Wanna ha-“He was cut off when he saw a little white blob run by.
“Francis, I know you’re weak but you’re letting a cute little blob invade your house, seriously??”
The Frenchman came out of a room, carrying the little ‘blob’
“This isn’t a blob” he explained, “This is my son, Mathieu…”
Gilbert’s eyes went wide. “You have a kid!?”
“Oui…” Francis sighed and the small child clung to him.
“Who’s that?” Matthieu asked, pointing at the albino who stood in the doorway.
“That is mon amis Gilbert…” Francis told the child, setting him down.
“Bonjour Monsieur Gilbert!” Matthieu said, smiling innocently up at the Prussian.
Gilbert grinned down at the tiny blond. Normally he didn’t like kids much, but this one kind of reminded him of his little pet bird.
“Um, Francis, could I maybe spend a few ni—“
“Non”
“Why not!?”
“I don’t trust you with mon petit Matthieu…”
The two friends started arguing but were silence when a small voice cut in.
“E-excuse me...Papa?” the small Canadian said, his voice barely a whisper “Why can’t Monsieur Gilbert stay?”
Francis sighed, not really knowing how to explain to his son that the albino was trouble.
“Fine, he can stay…” the Frenchman said “But only for a few nights…”
“YAY!” Both Gilbert and Matthieu hugged Francis grinning.
It was a few nights after Gilbert had made himself at home in Francis’ house, and it was official. He LOVED Matthieu. He could finally understand why Spain liked little kids so much they were so cute!The Prussian lay on the couch asleep. Francis had invited Arthur over and they were up in Francis’ room having some fun. He was having a very nice dream about little yellow birds when he felt a small tug at his sleeve. He opened one eye to see a scared looking Canadian.
“What’s wrong Mattie?” he asked, sitting up on the couch and scooping the small Canadian up into his arms.
“I-I had a bad dream,” the Canadian whimpered “a-and I went to Papa’s room but the door was closed and there was weird noises coming from it…”
“Aww…” the albino held Matthieu close “What was the dream about, if you tell me maybe I can make it better…”
The tiny blond sniffled “I dreamed that you didn’t like me anymore…”
Gilbert gave a gentle smile. “How could I ever not like you?” he asked, kissing the child on the head.
“Can I sleep with you tonight Monsieur Gilbert?” the blond asked, gazing up at the albino, his violet eyes wide.
Gilbert blushed a bit. “Uh…j-ja…” he stammered, smiling awkwardly as he lay back down on the couch, Matthieu lying on top of him.
“Good night….” Matthieu said softly, snuggling into the Prussian’s bare chest.
“Good night Birdie…” Gilbert responded, and with hat they both drifted off to sleep.
The next morning the sleeping duo was woken by the smell of pancakes.
“PANCAKES!!” Matthieu squealed, Gilbert simply grinned and made grabby hands at the Frenchman who walked in with two plates of pancakes that were stacked high and drenched in maple syrup.
“Here you go…” Francis said, handing the plates to the hungry nations who sat on the couch.
“Merci papa!” Matthieu said, smiling up at his father.
“Danke Francis.” Gilbert grinned up at his friend before proceeding to stuff his face.
“Gilbert, can I talk to you once you’re finished eating?” the Frenchman asked, staring coldly at the albino.
“Sure thing Francey-pants~” the Prussian replied, his mouth full of maple.
Once he was finished eating, Gilbert went out to where Francis was.
“Gilbert, I want you to leave…” the Frenchman said.
“W-WHAT?!” The Prussians red eyes went wide, he didn’t really know where else he would go, plus he’d miss his little Birdie.
“You heard me, now get out…”
“Why?!”
“I don’t trust you with mon petit Matthieu, I know what you’re like Gilbert…”
A look of pain crossed the Prussians eyes. “Fine then…” he said as he turned on his heel and went back to the Canadian.
“Um, Mathieu I’m leaving…” he said softly to the tiny blond ‘But I will come back for you, and I’ll never ever forget you…”
Mathieu’s violet eyes filled with tears “Y-you’re leaving?” he stammered in between tears.
“Ja, your papa doesn’t want me around anymore…” Gilbert sighed and took the German cross necklace off of himself and put it around the child’s neck and kissed his forehead.
The Canadian blushed and gave a weak smile.
The Prussian grinned. “I’ll come back for you one of these days and take you away from here, then we can get married.”
With a real smile, Matthieu giggled and hugged Gilbert around the neck.
“Je t'aime” he said in his soft voice. This time it was Gilbert's turn to cry, he wrapped his arms around the child and buried his face in his blond hair. They sat in silence for a few moments, when suddenly Matthieu squirmed out of Gilbert's arms and ran away. Gilbert simply sighed and stood up, but before he could walk away the child returned with a small, polar bear plushie that was missing an eye, an ear and it’s arm appeared to have been sewed back on multiple times.
“Monsieur Gilbert this is for you!” he said holding the plushie up to the Prussian.
“D-danke…” Gilbert stammered, crouching down to take the toy, but before he could, Matthieu hugged him again.
“Take good care of him” he said has he let go and handed Gilbert the plushie.
“I will,” the Prussian said, grinning slightly “I promise I’ll give him back when I come back for you.”
“Ok!’
With that Gilbert gave the Canadian one last kiss on the fore head before he stood and walked to the door, Matthieu fallowing close behind him. With a weak smile he opened the door and walked out.
“So long Birdie…” he said as he closed the door behind him.
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