Right after the meeting had ended, Italy was heading home when _______, his new daughter woke up.
At first, she seemed giggly and happy. Until her stomach began growling. That was when she began sniffling. Which turned into crying, which turned into sobs, which turned into screeching wails.
"Oh, Bella." Italy chimed softly, trying to calm her down. "Padre will get you something to eat, sì?"
Luckily, the Italian bought quite a bit of necessities for babies on his way to the hotel in Germany he was staying at. Taking out the formula powder and a baby bottle, Italy filled it with water, and stuck it in the microwave. At the same time, he was shushing _______ and whispering sweet Italian nothing's to her, bouncing her in his arm.
The microwave beeped, Italy grabbing the bottle quickly and putting a couple drops onto his hand. Deeming it warm enough, Italy placed the bottle in-between her lips, where she greedily began to feed.
Her cries finally stopped.
Italy sighed, the stress of owning a child finally getting to him.
Of course it was fun having his own little bambina, Italy wouldn't say otherwise. But when he took _______ in, he wasn't prepared for losing his sleep to take care of her. He was exhausted, and the extra paper work his boss gave him didn't help much either.
"Oh, _______. Ti voglio bene, but you are just so much work."
Italy fell down onto a nearby chair, to tired to stand any longer. _______ hiccuped, telling the Italian she was finished eating.
She squirmed uncomfortably, gurgling noises coming out of her mouth. Italy stood up slowly, grabbing a nearby cloth he bought for when she was finished eating, and slung it over his shoulder. He placed _______ over the cloth and patted her back.
When that was finished, Italy took her off his shoulder, smiling softly as ______ head began to roll forward as she was falling asleep.
"Silly Bella." Italy cooed, pressing his lips to her soft (h/c) hair. He walked to the small bed in the room, laying _______ down gently. "Buona Notte, _______. Dormire, il mio bambina. Riposare gli occhi, il sogno di una terra con amore e speranza."
Italy walked over to a small desk, where a stack of paper work was waiting for him. Regretfully sitting down, Italy picked up a pen and started on his work. Soon though, his fatigue and stress got to him, he let his head fall on the table. He fell asleep quickly, snoring slightly.
"Fratello? Fratello open the door, idiota! This isn't funny!"
Romano was standing just outside of his brother's hotel room in Germany. Italy had requested a few things for the older Italian to fetch for him at the store. He hesitantly complied, going out into his least favorite place in the world for his brother. Now he was stuck outside his room, confused as to why Italy wasn't answering the door.
"That idiota is lucky he gave me the extra key..." Romano grumbled to himself, unlocking the door.
The sight he met with melted his heart.
He saw Italy, his younger brother, sitting with his head buried in his arms at a small desk, a pen still in his loosened grip. Romano's new niece (though he'd never say that aloud), was fast asleep on the bed, grasping the thick blankets with her miniature hands.
Romano bit his cheek to hold back a smile, walking over to his brother. He set down the items he bought for Italy, trying not to wake either of them up.
He slowly walked over to the sleeping _______, very carefully releasing her grip on the sheets. Removing the blanket, Romano covered _______ up in the under sheets to let her keep the warmth she had. Then he silently walked over to Italy, draping the comforter over his brother.
He watched them both sleep for a moment, giving up on hiding his grin. "Ti voglio bene, mio fratello. Penso che sei un padre perfetto."
With that being said, Romano gave ______ a quick kiss on her forehead and smile at his brother. Then he left, closing the door quietly.