Chapter Eight:
Once at Italy's house, the rather weak and lazy nation kept a close eye on the child as she stood by the coffee table, playing with the papers that were now strewn across the small table. Spain was sitting on the couch, opposite of Italy, while Romano stood awkwardly against the foray that lead into the room, scowling with his arms crossed as he looked at the whole scene. Honestly, he didn't see why his idiot brother had to bring the brat here, to their house. Couldn't this be the one spot that was baby free? Though, he had to admit, he didn't cometely mind. At least it kept both Spain and Italy busy. And off his back.
"Have you tried to teach la nina(1) how to draw yet?" Spain asked looking from the child to Italy.
"Ve~~ She's with Germany most of the time, and he doesn't like messes, ya know. So, I haven't had the chance to try to teach her yet."Spain nodded, and then went back to watching the child play.
She looked rather pretty with her thick, curly blonde hair pulled back with a frilly, pink headband with white lace around the edges, though it was a bit messed up due to the fact that she had ran around alot when she came here.
"Oh, qué niña tan bonita(2)!"Spain smiled, and picked the giggling child up, and sat her on his lap."So, tell me cómo estás bebé(3)?"Italia babbled, and then pointed back to the table. Spain chuckled slightly, and then set her back on the ground."You know, I bet she's going to grow up to be real pretty."As if she had understood what Antino had said, she looked at him, and beamed brightly. Italy smiled, and ruffled her hair.
"Si, she's a bella bambina(4)." Italia looked at Italy, babbled something, and then went back to messing with the papers. Italy, and Spain went back to talking to each other, but Romano kept his fixed on her as if he expexted her to walk off. Though, there was probally more of a reason his eyes were so fixed on her. She seemed to resemble someone that Lovino had a crush on when he was younger. Could it be? Was it possible that she was the daighter of--------------------
"Vee~~Fratello, why don't you come in here, and sit? Sitting here has gotta be more comfortable than standing there like that." Italy patted a seat next to him. Italia looked at him, her now green-blue eyes looked into his own eyes, and they seemed to becon him over.
"I've got better things to do than sit with you idoits."Romano siad as he turned on his heel, and went into his study. It was time he called someone he hadn't called in a long time....
Italy tilted his head slightly in confusion as he watched his elder brother leave the room. He wondered why he was in such a hurry to leave the room. Italy didn't spend too much thinking about it, and shrugged, then he went back to talking to Spain about pretty much nothing. Awhile later, while Antino and Venezaino were still talking, Lovino returned, and sat on the couch by his brother, his eyes still fixed on the girl playing with the papers. Romano was the only one to notice that Italia was reaching, or trying to reach, for two penciles. He took a quick look to make sure nobody was looking, then grabbed the two penciles, and handed them to her. She looked at him, her now light brown, with a look as if she were confused by his action.
"Yeah, yeah. Shut up."Romano reliped to her look."Just don't make a mess."He said softly, then leaned back against the couch, his face set into a scowl with his arms crossed as he looked at the child. Italia cooed happily, and then began scribbling on the papers. Italy veed~ again, and looked at the paper with a smile.
"Aww~~ Look Italia's creating some pretty art!"Italy cooed, resting a hand gently on her shoulder. Italia looked at him, and beamed. Romano scoffed, and rolled his eyes.
"Scribbling isn't art. It's....I don't even know what to call it."Romano rolled his eyes, and looked away. Spain looked at him a moment, and shook his head.
"Scribbling is art...For kids anyways. You ought to be more encouraging Romano. More encouraging to her, a kid." Spain winked, Romano blushed slightly, but didn't say anything. Italy looked between his fratello and his friends, not being able to sense the akward atomsphere between the two.
"Si, Big Brother Spain is right. Scribbling is the making of an artist."Venezaino coddled Italia, not really saying anything. Italia giggled, and then shoved the paper in the nation's face. He smiled amusedly, and then looked at the paper."What is it Italia?" Italia made a noise, and shurgged. She gasped slightly, and then wobbled away. Romano was on alert then. His body went from slouching to his back straight like a parriery dog looking for danger as he watched the child go into another room.
"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?!"Loviono yelled after the kid as he got up, and went after her. Spain chuckled slightly, and shook his head as he stood.
"I don't thnk Romano would make a very good papa." He chuckled, and then followed after Romano, who was currently telling the kid not to mess with something. Italy got up, and also followed after Spain.
Italy had finally got the child, who had hid herself in between the space where the dryer and the washing machine was located. It took them only ten mintues to get her, and it only took so long because she kept squirming. But when they had finally gotten her, Italy decided it was time for her to take a nap, and then they would go back home. Well, to Germany's home anyways.
"Why don't you just leave the kid here until tommrrow? I mean, she's already here, and you'll have a longer trip since you have to go the long way to avoid getting shot by Switzerland."Romano offered, leaning against the doorway while he watched his younger brother lay down the now hyper-active child.
"Well,----OWW!"Italy rubbed his head where the baby had thrown her shoe at him. Italy sighed, and gently held down her hands. Italia frowned, and tried to free herself to no avail. Italy felt some kind of victory, and shrugged slightly to his brother's statement."Well, Germany doesn't want her gone too long."he answered simply. Italia grunted unhappily, and tugged on the weak nation's sleeve. Romano sighed, and shook his head.
"Here, I'll stay in with her. You can do something else."Italy looked at his brother, tilting his head slightly.
"Ve~~You sure, Fratello? I didn't think you would want to watch her." Romano rolled his eyes, and walked into the room. He walked towards Italia's crib, and started rocking it gently. Italy took that as a cue that his brother could handel this, and then queitly left the room.
Romano looked towards the door as his younger brother shut the door, and then looked at the yawning child.
"Well, you certainly look like her. That's one thing for sure."Romano thought aloud as he again thought about that woman. Italia looked at her as her eyes slowly dropped to a close. She reached towards him, her tiny fist clentching and unclutching. Romano sighed, and took her finger. Italia's eyes finaly shut close, and a soft snore came from her as she fell into a peaceful sleep. Romano smiled slightly, and then looked out the window."Don't you ever tell anyone I was nice to you. You hear me kid?"Romano said, looking back at the sleeping child as if he expected a response.
Translations:
(1):the litttle girl
(2)oh, what a pretty little girl
(3) how are you little baby?
(4) pretty baby
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baby mine
FanfictionGermany looked at the child in his arms. He had no idea how this child would turn out. Adevntures with germany, italy, prussia, and others as they all try to raise a new country! What will happen? guess you'll have to read to find out :)
