AN: Um, not much to say, for once...
Thank you for reading!
Oh, I own nothing except the story idea and the nations children!
This was going to be great. No, more than great. Awesome! Once again, she was going to get her revenge.
Stealthy as a wild cat, the hunter crept closer to it unsuspecting victim. Careful not to clench the wet sponge in her hand, Lillie Willschmidt Williams soundlessly set the bathroom stool down behind the high chair. Climbing up on it, she looked with disdain at her so called little bother. Or, as she saw it, her worst enemy.
What gave this prattling little thing the right to steal her parents away from her? It wasn't even close to be as cute as she was. But no worries, she thought, as she raised the soaked sponge over it's head. She would show it not to mess with the awesome heir of the Prussian Empire.
With a look of glee on her face, she clenched her hands and twisted. It didn't take long before an ear piecing wail filled the room. "Hah! Serves you right!" Lillie scoffed before hopping of the stool and picking it up, preparing to make her escape before someone answered its pathetic call for backup. Unfortunately, someone must have been closer to the kitchen than she'd appreciated, because she hadn't more than turned around before bumping into something – or rather someone – and falling back hard on her butt.
'Ow, that hurt,' her ankle must have twisted when she fell, because it was now throbbing painfully. She felt tears gather in her eyes. 'Damn it! Real Prussians don't cry!' She scolded herself before looking up. The angry look she'd been wearing disappeared as red met red. Her father gazed down at her with a disapproving frown.
He didn't say anything, instead shaking his head lightly before stalking over to the high chair and picking up the still wailing little boy, mumbling softly to it and trying to calm it down. Lillie stared in chock from her place on the floor. Not even a scolding? Her father had just ignored her. Ignored her in favour for that, that thing!
She felt anger and shame bubbling up in her, making her chest ache and her eyes blurry with tears. Ignoring her throbbing ankle, she scrambled to her feat and stumbled out of the kitchen. She almost knocked over her surprised dad in her haste, before she made her way up the stairs and to the sanctuary of her room.
Matthew stared after his daughter. Then he turned his gaze to Gilbert and theirson, Friedrich, who seemed to have calmed down a bit, although he was still dripping wet. "Again?" He asked.
Matthew sighed. "What did she do this time?"
"From what I can tell, she drenched him with a sponge."
They both sighted in union. "What are we going to do with her?" Matthew asked, leaning against the door frame. "It's the third time this week. We can't go on like this." And it was true. Ever since they'd gotten home from the hospital, Lillie had done nothing to hide her dislike for her new sibling.
"I honestly don't know. West never behaved this way, and according to others, their kids where fine with new siblings. Happy, even."
There was once again silence, except for little Friedrich, who gurgled happily and played with the iron cross hanging around Gilbert's neck. "Well, we can solve that later. First we have to get this little guy into some dry clothes." The German gestured to the boys soaked clothes."Can you do that, Mattie? I'll go and try to speak with Lillie, and I think she may have hurt herself when she fell, so I'll see what I can do about that, too."
"Yeah, you do that. She always seems to listen better to you." Matthew said as he took his son from Gilbert's outstretched arms.
Gilbert almost started to regret his decision as he stood outside Lillie's room. Even thou he may have sounded confident in front of Matthew, all that courage seemed to seep out of him now. He may not be as bad as his younger brother, who had the emotional range of a teaspoon, but he was
still really lousy when it came to feelings.
Especially when it concerned Lillie. She was very similar to himself in many ways, he knew, but that didn't help one bit. And it was also because of that similarity that he was afraid to make mistakes. He wanted to give her the chance of a real childhood that he never got.
Strengthening his resolve, he lifted his hand and knocked lightly. "Lillie, you there?"
He heard some shifting from inside the room and a broken sob before; "Nein"
Gilbert rolled his eyes."Come on, Lillie. Open the door, we need to talk."
"I don't want to talk!" There was a little more shuffling and Gilbert almost hoped that she would open the door despite her words, but instead wood scraping on wood could be heard before whatever made the sound came to a stop on the other side of the door. A chair, if Gilbert would guess.
He was just about to inform her that the door opened outwards when he heard a pained half yelp, half groan and something failing to the ground with a soft thump. Immediately worried – had his little angel hurt herself more than he'd thought when she fell? – he opened the door and pushed aside the chair.
Lillie sat in the middle of her room, face tear and snot streaked, and shoulders shaking from suppressed sobs. She was gingerly holding her right ankle, which was a little red and swollen. Gilbert felt his heart clench and he crouched beside her and gathered her in an hug. All thoughts he may have had about scolding his daughter had disappeared. It didn't take long before small hands gripped his shirt and the little girl buried her face in his shirt, now crying out loud.
"V-Vati! I-I-I'm...I'm sorry!" The little girl sobbed, her small shoulders shaking. Gilbert made soothing circles with his hand on her back, speaking soft nothings.
He didn't know how long they sat there, but finally, after what felt like hours, Lillie's tears seemed to subside. The German carefully lifted her up of the floor set her down on her bed. "Here, let me see that," he said, and carefully lifted her foot. Gilbert continued to inspect the foot, even after he concluded that it was only a light sprain.
"So...care to tell me why you wrung out a soaked sponge over your brothers head?" He finally asked, trying to sound as natural as possible. The Prussian had a slight suspicion already regarding why she did it, but it was probably best to hear it first before jumping to conclusions.
Lillie was quiet for a while before quietly muttering, "'Cause I don't like it."
"Don't like what?"
"It! That thing!"
Gilbert frowned. "Lillie, you brother is not a thing. He's human, just like you." Or, well, as much human as any child of two nations was ever going to be.
Never being one for patience, Gilbert decided to go straight to the point, "Are you jealous of Friedrich?"
The half Prussian, half Canadian didn't answer. Instead she stared down on her hands, which where clamped tightly in her lap. Her silver locks fell down over her face, shadowing her eyes.
"So you are," he said, reaching out and moved her bangs behind her eyes, revealing tear filled ruby eyes. "Why? Dad I love you exactly as much as we love Friedrich,"
This time she shook her head, closing her eyes, which caused tears to run down her cheeks. "No, you don't l-love me any more!"
"Of course we, sweetie!"
"No. No, you don't! Ever since he came, it's a-always 'Friedrich that' and 'Friedrich this'!"
Gilbert felt a little ashamed, deep in his heart. Because part of what she said war actually true. With Matthew being pregnant and then a new baby and all that come with that, the time just hadn't been enough sometimes. And now it had come down to this. His own daughter feeling unloved. He bit the inside of his lips. Screw time! He was too awesome to obey it anyway. If the time wasn't enough, well, then he just had to make more.
"I'm sorry, Lillie, I'm so so sorry. Me and dad love you so much, we've just been a little busy lately. But we'll make it up to you, I promise!"
Lillie looked up, a little bit of hope shining in her eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah, really! So this is what we'll do; first we go down and fix up your foot. Then I'll call uncle West – you remember uncle West, don't you?"
"Good, 'cause I just decided we'll go and visit him in Germany!"
"But first you have to apologize to Friedrich."
"What? Do I have to?" She whined.
"Yes, you have to." He said as he lifted her up. When they came downstairs, Friedrich was once again back in the high chair and Matthew stood at the stove, cooking pancakes. The Canadian smiled at them a little insecurely, not knowing how well 'The Talk' had gone.
"Great news, Birdie!" Gilbert exclaimed, "We're going to Germany!"
Matthew almost dropped the frying pan, "What! We are?"
"Does Ludwig know?"
Fortunately, Matthew was well used to Gilbert's spontaneity, so he just gave his husband an amused look and shook his head slightly before he went back to cooking the pancakes.
Gilbert hoisted his daughter a little higher up on his hip before asking, "Lillie, isn't there something you want to say to Friedrich?"
"No," she said stubbornly.
He shot her a warning look, "Lillie...!"
"Okay, okay! I get it! I'm sorry!"
"Good girl!" The Prussian said and gave Lillie a quick kiss on top of her head. "Now, meinsüßeKaninchen, shall we go and patronize your beloved uncle?"
"Yes, we should!"
With matching mischievous grins on their faces, they left the kitchen, heading for the phone.
AN: And another one is finished! This one actually turned out a little better than the previous one, I think :3 But what I'm really interested in is what you think, so please rate and review!