Gilbird needs a Babysitter

[Maria Beilschmidt]

The house was quiet. It was about noon, and the sky was still cloudless. A soft breeze gently flew in from the open windows, which was the only sound that filled the calm house. And then the doorbell rang about five times at once. "Open up! I don't have time to wait!" a familiar feminine voice called out, belonging to a certain Prussian. "Feli, Mattie, I know you're in there!" she knocked on the door repeatedly, and very loudly, and very annoyingly.

"Yeah yeah, hold up Francy Pants!" Maria hissed at a honking car that was parked at the front of the house,which were holding the other members of the Bad Touch Trio: Antonio and Francis. Her small chick, Gilbird, simply chirped on his master's head as she continually knocked on the door until somebody opened it, even though hardly a minute even passed.

[Italy Veneziano]

Knowing it was the noon the Italian was sleeping on his sofa since it was his siesta time as long for the Canadian who was hanging out at the Italian’s house was sleeping as well since there was nothing really to do until Feliciano woke up from his siesta.

Hearing the knocks on the door getting louder and hearing the familiar accent of a Prussian, Canada finally got up and let out a yawn as he got up to answer the door but, before he can do so, he had to wake up the sleeping pasta-lover . First he try shaking the Italian but that didn’t even work then he tugged on the brown curl that was sticking out on the side of his brown hair.

Italy let out a small yelp from the hard tug from the Canadian. “Ow..” He yawned out as he was rubbing his head, he heard the Canadian apologizing to him that he didn’t mean to. Hearing the knocking getting louder as long with the Prussian’s yelling , Italy got up to answer the door followed by Canada.

As the door opened to the waiting Prussia, Italy was wearing a long white sleeve shirt and only in his boxers which the Italian forgot to put his pants on. As for the Canadian who was semi-transparent was wearing a red hoodie with a maple leave on it along with a blue jeans. “Ciao, Maria~.” The Italian yawned out seeing one of his friends came over.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

"Uh hallo, I need you guys to do a huge ass favor for me!" she spoke a bit rapidly,which was probably hard to understand, especially for the droawsy Italiano. Maria gently took the chirping bird from her head and held it out to the pasta-lover and invisible nation. It was odd however, especially since she treasured her beloved Awesome Gilbird so much, it was practically always with her.

"I need you to babysit the Awesome Gilbird for me. See, I'm going out drinking with France and Spain, and you know how that goes. Thing is, no pets are allowed, also the fact that France is gonna be driving, and the last thing I want is my little baby getting hurt~ You see where I'm going with this... Kesesese..." A snicker escaped her lips as the yellow bird stood on her index finger.

"Anyways, it'd be really awesome for you guys to take good care of him. Go ahead mein Awesome birdie~" she giggled at it, "Your friend Kumijaro is here~" Understanding what she said, Gilbird flew over to find said bear. Seeing this, she started to speak faster, as if she had a time limit. "Alright, he's distracted. You'll do it, right!?" She asked in a panic, but it wasn't like the other two nations had a choice when it came to this stubborn Prussian.

[Italy Veneziano]

The Italian nodded his head still unaware of what Maria was saying to the two. He just nodded his head and heard the familiar chirping sound of the tiny yellow bird. Hearing the familiar chirping of said bird made him smile. He did enjoy seeing the cute yellow bird that Prussia always had with her.
"We'll watch him for you, Maria.." The Canadian said softly turning to see his pet bear already playing with Gilbird.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

"Danke danke! I'll call and- Alright alright Antonio, I'm coming, Gott!- And be sure he get's some wurst to eat. He likes that. Good luck, Canada and Ita~" Maria snickered lightly, running to the car and leaping into the open door, slamming it behind her. The excited screams of the Bad Touch Trio could be heard as the car's tires screeched against the road, burning rubber, before driving off. The signature laughs 'Kesesese' 'Fusososo' and of course 'Ohonhonhon' echoed.

Gilbird was nuzzling on Kumijaro's head, tweeting happily. Once hearing thr door slam and the two countries, the bird flew toward them in search of his master. Seeing she was not there, he ended up sitting on Italy's curl, making what sounded like a confused chirp.

[Italy Veneziano]

“Nessun problema~!” Italy hollered across the yard towards Maria. Turning back and shutting the door behind him, he saw Gilbird standing on his curl wondering where his master was. Picking the yellow bird up gently, looking at him. “Prussia had to go to a no-pet’s allow bar. That’s why she couldn’t bring you. Ve.~” He said putting the Gilbird back onto his curl. “But, she’ll be back.” He nodded with a smile and walking back onto the couch still not realizing he still didn’t had his pants on.

Picking Kumajiro up, he sat on a soft cushion chair. Looking around being with a boring expression. Hearing the bear’s famous saying. “Who are you?” The Canadian smiled and laughed nervously. “I’m Canada..” And so it begins, their day of babysitting the awesome Gilbird,

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbird was frozen after the Italian's words to him, but the countries figured it was very typical for the bird, considering he doesn't really do much on Prussia's head either. "Piyo piyo~" he chirped, flying off of the Italian's curl and making its way around the house, still in search for his master, oblivious to the fact she really wasn't there.

[Italy Veneziano]

A giggled escaped his lips as he saw the cute little bird looking for the Prussian. He knew she'll be back to retrieve said bird. He let out another yawn seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. He frowned but he still had most of his siesta left. Looking at the Canadian then the bird. "We're going to the beach, ve~!" He said with a nod.
"The beach..?" The Canadian said it was a funny idea since, the bird may get lost or captured then they'll have hell to pay for losing the most precious thing to the albino.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbird was much too preoccupied looking for his master, ending up falling into the kitchen cabinet. "Piyo piyo~!" he chirped, the Canadian and Italian able to hear him. After a couple seconds, Gilbird would zoom out of the kitchen, squeaking as if he had just seen Steve, and burying into the hoodie of Mathew's jacket. The cabinet was open.

Gilbird found the marshmallow Peeps.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Matthew laughed nervously as the bird hidden into his red hoodie. He patted the his head softly and cupped him as he went to the kitchen to what was the matter. Walking past the couch he noticed that Feliciano went back asleep.

Finally he made his way to the kitchen and saw the cabinet opened, without hesitation he looked in and saw that it was a package of peeps. Nodding his head in understandment he looked at the bird. “Ah, these are just sweets..Not the real thing, aye.” But since it was a bird, he knew it wouldn’t understand on what he was saying,

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbird was still huddled into Mathew's hoodie, peeking his head out of the fabric and making another squeak of fear at the site of the mashmallow sweets again. He buried deeper into his sweater. "Niiiiiii!" he squeaked louder.

[Italy Veneziano]

The Canadian couldn't help but laugh at the birds reaction, as he out the open bag of peeps back into the cabinet.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbird peeked his head and noticed Matthew's hand reaching for the bag of peeps, oblivious of the fact that he was putting them away. He may not be a smart bird, be he wasn't an idiot. Maybe. If that Canadian is reaching for the bag of birds, that means he's going to take one. If he's going to take it, he's going to eat it. If he eats it, he'll want more. If he wants more, then Gilbird would be next. Hell. No.

Without warning, Gilbird somehow miraculously gained incredible strength, grabbing Canada's curl and flinging him to the opposite wall. Then grabbing more of his long hair and bang it against the floor repeatedly, Gilbird making a victorious battlecry. "PIIIIIIIIIII~!"

[Italy Veneziano]

Shutting said door. Matthew saw the little bird right in his face then like a flash of light, he was screaming for help as he was thrown against the wall. "Oww..." Then hearing a cracking sound of his glasses as his face met the floor each time as a crimson color stained the white kitchen tile from a broken nose. "Feliciano...!!" He cried out for the Italian to wake up.

During the chaos, his eyes shot opened from a loud crash. First thought that came to his mind was Russia. Picking up a white flag and running to the kitchen waving it like a mad man. "I surrender, ve!!"

[Maria Beilschmidt]

As the Italian ran into the kitchen, waving his white flag, all he noticed was a bleeding Canada facedown on the floor, and a calm Gilbird, perching on his foot, chirping sweetly. It wasn't like the innocent bird did this to Matthew... Nope. Not at all. Not even possible.

[Italy Veneziano]

His brown orbs widen to the scene he was looking at. "C-Canada..what happened..?" He questioned the fallen Canadian while helping him out. "Did any of the other countries did this?"

Holding his now broken nose he pointed at Gilbird. "Th-that bird..did this to me..!" It was really hard for the Italian to believe such a thing. He knew that the bird was innocence and couldn't harm a fly.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbird was now resting on Italy's shoulder, looking at the Canadian curiously then Feliciano with his innocent and clueless eyes. Then Italy's phone began to ring; mostly likely Maria on the other end. While his head was turned, the bird looked back at Matthew with what he assumed to be an evil smirk. A smirk that said 'Stick to your pancakes and syrup, bub.'

[Italy Veneziano]

"Stay right there, ve~!" He hollered as ran out of the kitchen to pick up the phone that was ringing. "Ciao there~!" An Italian accent went through the line.
Canada just sat there scare for his life basically. "I was just putting away the peeps.." He said quietly. What had made the bird to be provoked like that? Never the less, he stood up, went up the stairs as fast as he could to the bathroom to clean himself up.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Gilbird sat on the counter, watching the Canadian intently as he left to the upstairs bathroom. After a moment of waiting, he flew after.

As Mathew was wiping at his face, he wouldn't notice Gilbird sitting right on top of his head until he looked at a mirror. Creepy little thing, this bird was.

[Italy Veneziano]

He turned both the cold and warm hot water as his hands fondle around with the knobs turning side to side to adjust to the Canadians liking. He grabbed a barb of soap, wetted it and rub it around his hands, setting the soap back to the left corner of the sink, he rubbed his fair skin hands together to get a good lather into them trying to wash the blood that stained them from his little battle with Gilbird that was provoked. He was only putting the bag of peeps away he didn’t mean no harm for the awesome pet that belonged to the Prussian. But then again the said bird was an animal a strong one in fact.

Satisfied with the lathering, he dipped his hands into the lukewarm water while the water of both hot and cold was still running as the nation was rinsing off his hands trying to get some blood that was left behind from the lathering. With a turn of both stainless steel nosels, the water was shut off as the used water went down the drain. Flicking his hands off, Canada looked at the mirror then stumble backwards almost hitting the white medium size bath tub that stood right behind. Anybody could tell that this nation was certainly scare of this yellow bird. Anybody would if it was thrown about by it.

Without hesitation and not caring about his nose that was still bleeding, he got up to his feet and ran as fast as he could away from the bathroom, heading down the hallway then running down the steps, surprising he could still see where he was going until his sock covered feet met the third step. His glasses flew away from his face as the Canadian’s body made contact to the wooden steps with a hard thud, his face broke the fall by hitting the beige carpeted floor. He just want this day to end now.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

As the Canadian stumbled into the wall, Gilbird only made a small chirp, looking at the reflection with him. Little did poor Canada know that as he was running, that bird was still on his head. He hovered up and simply watch Matthew pummel himself to the floor, landing on the back of his head again. "Piyo piyo~"

"Uh, hallo, Ita?" Prussia greeted from the phone. "It's Maria. I wanted to check to see if mein Gilbird is okay, making sure you fed him some wurst or somethi- France, slow down, there's a cop behind us and you're already drunk!" A certain Frenchmen was complaining in the backgroud. "Shut up and slow- Ah great, we're being pulled over... STEP ON IT!! WHOOOOO-!" and the call ended.

[Italy Veneziano]

His body ached from the hard fall, as the moment he turned his head, a sudden crack in his neck caused him to make face from the sound. Slowly standing up, his blue orbs widen in fear from the familiar chirping sound that belonged to Gilbird. He stood there not making a move afraid that the bird was going to attack him if it felt a sudden movement from the Canadian.

His lips felt something sliding down then dripping off hitting the blue fabric of his jeans and the white socks. The fall triggered his nose to bleed again. ‘Oh come on..’ He thought to himself. He was frustrated wanting to turn himself ‘invisible’ but then again he knew it wouldn’t work since Russia sat on him once at a meeting at the World Summit Meeting place.

Nodding his head happily. “Si, si!” He chirped back to Maria, everything was well for the Italian. But he didn’t truly knew what was happening between the Canadian nation and the bird. He just assume that he either slipped and fell or Russia attacked him. “Wrust? Um..” Well, he needed to do some shopping today to stock up on food an other house hold items. Cops? Oh dear, what was The Bad Touch Trio getting themselves into now? Hearing the line being cut off, Feliciano continued to say “Ciao” until the phone but receiving no answer, he pulled the black hand held house phone away from his ear and pressed the red end call button and placing said phone back to the receiver.

Turning around swiftly, he saw Canada standing still like a statue with the Gilbird perched at the top of his tangled dark blonde hair. He tilted his head in curiosity at the sight he was seeing. “Canada..?” He knew he wasn’t invisible since well, he could see him. Was something wrong with his Canadian friend? Maybe or maybe not. After looking at him for sometime, he went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a hold of a paper ripping two long and wide strands of it then rolling them up. Coming back, the standing nation still hadn’t move. Sighing, he stuff the two roll up strands of paper towel up the Canadian’s bleeding nose. “What’s wrong with you, ve?” He asked in curiosity. No response. Taking the bird off of his head, Feliciano looked Gilbird. “Do you know what happened, Gilbird?

[Maria Beilschmidt]

Driving away again after being pulled over? With alcohol in the car? Yep. Average Friday night for the Bad Touch Trio.

Gilbird had the same expression as always when he was being picked up; none at all. But if the bird could talk, it would probably be something like "Matthew made a lot of mistakes today." in a very very creepy voice. Though, all that came from said yellow bird was a confused sounding "Piyo~?" and a cute nuzzle to Feliciano's thumb. He must have been putting up an innocent act for the Italian in Canada's eyes.

[Italy Veneziano]

The Canadian couldn’t believe what he was seeing. That bird was acting like nothing happened in front of the Italian. His shoulders sigh as a sing of giving up. He went back up stairs carefully taking each step and looking back to make sure that bird wasn’t following him. He wondered if Kumajiro was seeing this? Oh wait, he was left in the living room.

A giggle escape his lips as Gilbird nuzzled his thumb. “After Canada gets clean up, we’ll go to the store and you something to eat, ve~!” The tone of his voice was very excited. It was the first time that Maria let-ed him take care of her precious pet for the day.

While in the bathroom, the water in the sink was running as a washcloth was wiping away the blood from the many falls he had taken since that little incident. Matthew looked at himself in the mirror seeing that the bleeding had stopped which was a good sign. Just one problem, his glasses. His extra pair was at his house. If he knew any of this would happened he would have brought them with him.

[Maria Beilschmidt]

"Piyo piyo~!" Gilbird chirped excitedly at the word 'Eat', flapping his wings as well. He fluttered ont the Italian's shoulder, nudging his cheek and neck. It seemed the small bird favored Feliciano much over Matthew.

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