Gilbird - Prussia

Your hand was padding round; before you felt something walk onto your hand… wait, walk?
Quickly pulling your hand out, you saw a yellow bird was sitting there, cheeping, before taking off and landing on your head. It walked round in a circle twice, before finally settling down.
‘What on earth…’ England began.
‘Keesees! It iz mein awesome Gilbird!’ You looked to see a man with silvery hair and a pair of crimson orbs, grinning away like he had just won the lottery.
‘Mein Gott.’ The one holding the hat groaned as your new daddy took you into his arms, holding you under the arms and spinning round.
‘Hallo Mädchen, I am your new Vati! I shall take you and raise you to be as awesome as me! And more awesome zhan your totally un-awesome Onkle.’
‘Zhanks Gilbert.’ Mumbled the Blonde, putting down the hat.
You squealed in delight as he spun you round, Gilbird clinging grimly to your [h/c] hair.
‘Well, I feel there is no point in continuing the meeting.’ England sighed, casting you a concerned look. ‘I think we shall end it. Where is it next time?’
‘M’ne.’ grunted a tall blonde.
Your Vati had stopped spinning you round and had pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly.
‘Gilbert, loosen your grasp or zhe Mädchen vill be unable to breath.’ The tall German had walked over, refastening his cross around his neck.
You looked up at him, before turning your head back to your Vati.
‘Is he my un-awesome Onkle?’ you asked.
Prussia laughed. ‘Ja meine Tochter. Zhat is your un-awesome Onkle Ludvig.’
You looked back at Ludwig. ‘Why aren’t you awesome, Onkle Ludvig?’
Ludwig sighed. ‘Ask your Vati. And it’s Ludvig.’
‘That’s what I said, Ludvig.’
‘Nein, it’s Ludvig!’ Gilbert laughed.
‘That’s what I just said!’
‘Ludvig!’
‘Ludivg!’
‘Bruder, zhat iz not how you teach zhem!’ Ludvig sighed. ‘It’s Ludvig, but vith a ‘w’ instead of a ‘v’.’
‘Oh, so you’re Ludwig?’
‘Ja.’
You then looked back to Gilbert, who laughed at the stern expression on your face. ‘So why is Onkle Ludwig un-awesome?’
‘Because, mein Schatz, he is too strict and stern and a neat freak! Zhat is vhy he is un-awesome!’
‘Oh, ok!’
Gilbert chuckled, holding you to him, swaying you gently. ‘Don’t vorry, you vill not be like him! You vill be awesome!’
‘No pressure.’ You muttered.

That night, you awoke, having just suffered from a nightmare, about your old dad. You brought your knees to your chest, rocking backwards and forwards, trying to hold back your sobs.
However, traitorous tears sneaked down your face, and you buried your face into your hands, weeping quietly.
Or not as quietly as you believed.
The door was slammed open, and you gave a scream, darting under your covers.
‘Please don’t hurt me! Please, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Please, I’ll be perfect, I won’t cry, please!’
‘[name], it’s me!’
You peered from under your covers, to see your Vati in the dooray
‘Liebling, vhat ever is vrong?’ he walked over to where you were cowering.
‘N-N-Nothing.’ You muttered.
‘[name]… I’ve just heard you crying. You’re shaking and vhite. Come on, I’m your Vati. You can tell me. Please. C’mere.’
You shakily came back out and crawled into your dad’s lap, allowing his arms to circle you and rock you gently. You began to explain your nightmare, before hiding your face in his chest.
‘Liebling, it’s ok… I’m your Vati. You can tell me zhis stuff. I von’t yell, or get mad, or hit you, or anyzhing.’ He cooed softly. ‘I promise.’
‘R-Really?’
‘Ja. Really. Come on frau. I zhink you vill come back to mein awesome bed.’
He picked you up, and carried you from your room and into his own, sighing as he remembered that he had his friends over. You stared at the two other men, slightly confused – you remembered that Oncle Francis and Tío Antonio had been over, but you thought they had gone home after Vati had put you to bed.
‘Ohonhon, don’t be shy ma chère…’ murmured Francis suddenly, hugging a pillow.
‘Vati…’ you began.
‘Long story meine Tochter.’ He groaned, unsure as to what to do.
He could kick the two out – but that might wake up Spain. And Gilbert did not want a drunken, sleepy Spain when [name] was clinging to him, scared and tired; dammit, drunk that man could even change Sweden’s facial expression.
He could just climb back in the middle – but judging by France’s murmurs, that man was having yet another one of those dreams, and his hands were notorious for wandering. And if they came anywhere near [name] in that way… well, let’s just say he wouldn’t be seeing the Eiffel Tower ever again.
Gilbert pondered, and after deciding that France appeared to be rather content with his pillow (so much so he was attempting to snog it), Gilbert awkwardly climbed back in the middle, still holding you with one arm. He settled down, both now rocking you once more.
‘Shh, Vati is here now, Vati vill protect you.’ He murmured.
You soon fell asleep again. Gilbert sighed, leaning his head back on the headboard.
‘Vhat am I doing?’ he murmured, smoothing your hair down. ‘I need to change… or at least cut down on how many times I have France and Spain over…’
He soon fell asleep himself.

When you awoke, you sat up, only then realizing you were sitting on your Vati’s chest.
Looking round, you saw that your Oncle Francis was half hanging off the bed, whilst your Tío Antonio had fallen off entirely.
‘Gilbert, share zhe petite fleur, she vants to zee ‘er Oncle, don’t you ma chère?’ You giggled as Francis began to mutter again.
You slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom. Finding two large towels, you carried them back to the room, draping one over Antonio and the other over Francis; you had done it before when your daddy had come home drunk and crashed on the sofa. You climbed back on the bed, before a hand grasped your arm.
You immediately gave a small shriek, attempting to beat off the person’s hand.
‘[Name], [name]!’ you looked to see it was no one but Francis. His sleep-filled eyes were filled with warmth, and he gave a tired smile.
‘Vhat are you doing ‘ere petit fleur?’ he said.
‘I had a bad dream last night, so Vati brought me in. And when I woke up, and neither you nor Tío Antonio had a blanket over you. So I got you two some fluffy towels to keep you warm.’ You stated simply. ‘Why were you two here?’
‘Ve ‘ad a few, special drinks, zhat made us very sleepy, so ve all fell asleep in your Papa’s bed.’
‘Can I have a special drink?’
‘Not until you are much older, ma petite pois. But I zhall make you your own special drink, oui?’
‘Yes please!’
‘Ok zhen. But not right now. For now, come join your Oncle.’
You crawled over, allowing him to hug you. You shut your eyes and were soon asleep.

‘ITALY! VAKE UP VERDAMMT AND GET OUT OF BED!’
‘WAAAAA GERMANY! DON’T BE SO LOUD!’
YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR TRAINING!’
You jumped up at the roars echoing through the house, and immediately screamed, curling up and crying.
‘Non, non, shh shh ma petite, shh…’ a set of arms wrapped round you, but you pushed away crying.
‘Vati!’ You wailed.
‘Mein Gott!’ Another set enveloped you and you clung to your Vati, wailing, frightened.
‘Antonio, take [name]. I’m going to have a vord vith mein bruder.’ Gilbert passed you to Antonio, who immediately began to rock you, whispering Spanish comfort words.
Gilbert swung his legs out of bed and marched into the room which contained Ludwig and Italy.
‘Vhat are you yelling for?!’ he exclaimed.
‘Italy overslept and vill miss training if he doesn’t HURRY UP!’ Germany directed those last two words to the frantic Italian.
‘Zhat is no reason to starting screaming like a maniac! You voke meine Tochter up and now she is crying, frightened, you dummkopf!’ hissed Gilbert.
Ludwig blinked, surpsied. ‘Oh… I’m sorry bruder…’
‘You better be.’

A month passed, and you quickly got used to your Onkle’s yelling. Your Oncle Francis made you a special drink like he promised, and once you tried your Tío Antonio’s special drink – which to you tasted disgusting and nearly got both your uncle’s killed by your Vati and Onkle Ludwig.
‘VATI I’M HOME!’ You yelled, bursting through the door. You had been away with your Onkle Ludwig to the World Conference, and, whilst it was nice to see everyone again, you had missed your Vati terribly.
‘Keeseesees! Meine awesome Tochter is home!’ He appeared in the living room, scooping you up into a hug. ‘Did you do vhat Vati told you?’
‘Ja!’
‘So it vas you vho told her to draw on Austria’s face vhen he fell asleep!’
‘Ja! Did you give him a nice moustache and everything [name]?’
‘Ja, and I wrote “Mein Vati is awesome!!!!!” on his forehead!’
‘Zhat is ma Mädchen!’