Austria's little girl, Prussia's woman pt.2

Austria sighed, ' Another meeting with the boss....splendid, time to take ______ to Ludwig's house.'

Going to see Uncle Feli and Uncle Ludwig was the greatest day, to _________.Today was no different. She had hastidly packed her paints, Feli was letting her paint with him today.  

"________, hurry up we will be late, otherwise."Her Daddy always seemed a little...tense, his voice potrayed it.

     Something about keeping the albino in the basement? It didn't matter since she never went down there. Quickly finishing she bolted down the stairs to see Austria waiting a little impatiently.

"I'm ready!" her voice was bubbly and happy as she ran to the car.

It didn't take long to get there, when they arrived she barreled through the door. Hug attacking the first person to see her, Ludwig. The blond nearly fell over with so much for put behind her running hug.

"Mien kind please don't do zat again." Germany spoke softly, leaning down to pat the girl's head.

"Uncle Luddy, where's Uncle Feli?" her young voice dripping with sugar, it was so sweet.

"Felicano isn't here right now but vill be soon. How about you go vatch some T.V?" he offered and she speed off to the living room.

The continuial clicking of channels was driving her INSANE! There was nothing good on t.v. it was all re-runs of Spongebob Squarepants and Fairly Odd Parents. It was boring, especially to the eight year old swinging her feet off the side of the couch.

'Maybe I could play downstairs? Daddy never let me down there before.' she thought, hoping off of the couch and wandering around the house.

It was a big house so it was a little difficult to find the stairs but finally after what seemed forever, __________ found them. The stairs were dark and a little creepy, until she heard a laugh and voices.

"Fusoso! Amigo, when did you do that?!" Spain giggled, and asked.

"Honhonhonhon, I don't belive zit ,mon ami, you'll 'ave to porve it." Francis chuckled not believing his friend.

"Believe what?" A small voice asked, peeking her head into the room.

Prussia's eyes snapped over to the door where the young girl had tilted her head to the side, starring at the albino.

"Aww, she's so cute, like a little tomato!" Antonio squealed rapidly picking up the girl, earning a sqeaul of surprise.  

Gilbert just sat back and watched France and Spain call the girl cute.

'Who is zis frau again?' he thought trying to figure out who the giggling child was.

"What iz your name, mon petite, belle?" France asked poking her cheek, causing a small sound of laughter from her.

"My name is _________, I'm 7!" she proclaimed proudly.

"__________?" Prussia's voice slipped from his lips causing her to turn around and smile.

"Ja!" the three looked at the proud girl in shock.

Prussia quickly raked his mind, West didn't have a kid, and he sure as hell didn't so that means....

"You're Austria's birdie, ja?"

"I'm not a birdie, you are the al...albi...albieno in the basement, Daddy doesn't like you." she giggled not pronicing albino rightly.

"Vas?!" The Prussian's yell caught the attention of Germany who walked down to see what the three were making a  fuss over.

To his surprise the girl was sitting in Spain's lap,a smile on her face, Prussia was seemingly half knocked off the couch and France was laughing.

"Vat is going on here?" Ludwig's cool demenor was a show and his elder brother knew it.

"Uh...uh..vell the g-" the albino's explaination was  cut short by the girl.

"I found the albeno in the basement!" her grin grew to her ears as her uncle's hand hit his forehead.

"Ja, you did."

The little girl gave out a loud giggle and a confused look crossed Gilbert's face. The laugh was sweet almost like Greece's ice cream. The giggle however was stopped by a yellow puff ball flying in front of her face. She simply stared at what was a bird, a small, yellow bird. She offered her finger for it to rest on and it did.

"What's your name, birdy?" she asked as the small bird let out a chirp.

"Zhat's Gilbird."  the little fuzz ball let out a tweet.

"He's so CUTE!" she said excidetlidly, petting the bird, "C'mon Gilbird we're going to paint with Uncle Feli."

With that she left, with the little bird nestled in her hair. It wouldn't be the last time Gilbert would have the look of utter astonishment and confusion on his face from the girl.