-Area known as North America- -time: 1800s-
"I hate boats," a man pants, clinging to the land as if he hadn't seen it in ages. He hadn't. Behind him, a blond leaped from his ship, landing calmly to the ground and laughing.
"Ah, nothing like getting drunk as piss on a voyage and seeing the endless blue, eh Roderich?"
Roderich looked up at him as if he were mental, "you must be insane."
"Bah, you enjoyed getting away from that good chum of yours Gil-"
"HE IS NOT MY CHUM! NOR MY LOVER! NOR ANY OF THAT DRIVEL YOUR MEN CLAIM!" Roderich's glare remained a moment before he sighed, "Why did I even agree to this travel again?"
"I want to show you the child I have." The blond smirked as he moved forth into the wilderness of the area, "Oh Canada! Canada!"
"Coming!" A small voice yelled.
"England, you had a child!"
"Technically that bloody frog did, but who am I to deny the chance to expand my empire." England chuckled a moment before a child bounded out of the woods, running straight to the man's arms. "papa!"
"Ah, it's great to see you again!"
Roderich sat up and blinked a moment before keeling over, barfing onto the land.
"Austria, find a rock to do that behind."
"Shut it, Arthur. I've been sick for weeks and thanks to that damn improperly cooked meat no less." Roderich glared at him, "no doubt I'm probably growing a belly from all that tea as well."
"He's a kraut, little one." England cooed at the small boy, Canada. "He's a bloody kraut, but we'll align ourselves with him for the fight against Francey pants won't we."
"Yeah!" Canada smiled up at the man and hugged him.
"Ugh, I'm in so much pain. Why am I in so much pain! I swear if that damn boat gave me some damn disease…"
"Mon ami~!" A voice came from where Canada had come from in the woods and England looked disapprovingly down at his child.
"Were you playing with that France again?"
"Uh…"
"I think I'm dying," Roderich moaned from his spot.
"YOU BLOODY FROG! STAY AWAY FROM MY EMPIRE!"
"OHHOHO! He's my empire, mon Coeur! He is a part of France!"
"NOT FOR LONG!"
"Papa, are you gonna fight mama?" Canada looked up at him before England went running forth, drawing his blade as he held the child against his chest.
"YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!"
"Ohohoho~ Another nation? Mon Coeur! I need my time to reenergize~!"
Roderich felt like he was dying, crawling behind some bushes, he bit his lip as he felt what seemed like a bowel movement. Or something extremely painful down below. Oh, damn it! He should have just stayed in Austria. There weren't boats in his country for a reason. There weren't idiots either. Damn country. Damn England. DAMN FRANCE!
AND DAMN THAT STUPID PRUSSIA!
Yes, it was all that stupid Prussia's fault he was in agon-
A crying came from below and Austria looked down to stare in mounting horror. A small child cried under him, shaking his little fists as he screamed at the world.
Oh no…
Nononononononononononono~
Nein!
There were enough nations. He didn't need, nor want, a child. Who could he have even had the child wit-
Oh no…
No no no no no!
He paled for a moment before composing himself. It was alright. It was okay. He would just cope. He could handle this. England's child had blond hair as well. Yes, he would leave the child here, here he would be safe.
When the child grew older, he would fix this.
Wrapping the child up in a bundle of cloth, Roderich pulled the small infant into his arms and cooed softly to it, carrying him to a stream and cleaning them both off. He relaxed against a tree trunk and calmly sewed as he watched the baby soon drift off into a slumber in his lap.
"You are a peaceful little child. My little island." He continued sewing as England returned.
"That damn bloody fr- Austria?" England frowned, "who's the kin?"
"I found him here." Austria lied, "something along the lines of Quebec was written on a spare piece of parchment when I came across him."
"Quebec…sounds… FRANCE!" England spun on his heels and went sprinting back where he had come from, "I WILL KILL YOU!"
"Ah, I have my peaceful little island some clothing now." Roderich looked at his handiwork and dressed the boy before carrying him towards the direction of the boat. "We'll make sure you and Canada have a nice, proper home before sailing home." Just the thought of sailing made him sick again…
-Time: 1940s- -Europe: WW2-
"GOTT!" Prussia glared at the nation nearby, "so called take responsibility?"
"I cannot help you with this, Prussia." Japan fidgeted from where he sat, making the nation laugh.
"I freaking thought not, I'm too awesome to need your help anyway," he winced before laughing again as crying went on throughout the room. "Ah, there we go. That was easy as hell." Japan reached out but his hands met the cold steel of a blade.
"Don't touch new Prussia."
"Gilbert… he needs cleaned and dressed-"
"All things I will do when this war ends and bruder and I are the new rulers of this land."
"Gilbert-"
"Fine~ Fine. Clean him up. I want to see him after you're done though. I'm going to raise him and together we'll be the most awesome people in this land!" More laughing came as the nation smirked at the Japanese man.
"Fine."
"Bruder!"
Gilbert quickly closed his legs and sliced his leg, the blood spilling from his thigh. "Was?"
"Bruder!" A blond man came running in, "I need you on the front lines again!"
"Got it! Let me just clean this damn wound up."
"Where did this come from," The man asked, looking at the wound before quickly grabbing a first aid kit from nearby.
"Someone was fucking up on sword training." Prussia looked at the turned Asian with a narrowed gaze before the blond nodded.
"Let's hurry with this, I've got Austria manning the lines and-"
"You put prisstria on the front lines? ARE YOU INSANE LUDWIG?" Gilbert jumped up and fled for the door, "What's he going to do, sew them to death? Geez! I swear some days…"
"Gilbert! What about-" Japan was interrupted by a glare from the sprinting Prussian.
"Keep my parcel in your land. I'll come collect the information when I finish this damn war!"
"PRUSSIA! YOU MORON!" Austria screamed at him as bullets rained down around them.
"Yeah yeah! You really wanna fuck again, tell someone who cares." Prussia snatched the weapon from the man and shot back at the enemies on the other side of the trenches.
Japan looked down at the child and sighed, "your father watches over everyone, little one."
-time: end of ww2, soon after the rise of the Berlin Wall-
"Shh…"
"But why, papa?"
The brunet looked down at the growing boy and shook his head, "it's warum, vatti, not why, papa. Use your language, not that flatfoot native drivel."
"Sorry." The small boy frowned, clenching his fists.
Roderich sighed as he pulled him along, "come along. We have to speak to Japan."
"Okay."
Roderich knocked on the door before it slowly opened, "what is it? I do not want any more trouble."
"It's about Prussia's 'parcel'." Roderich pushed his way through the door, pulling the boy along with him.
"Ah, I see." Japan sighed, "I kept him safe as promised, but he's rambunctious. He causes mischief through the area and- Austria, who is this?"
Roderich sat down and motioned for the small boy to sit next to him, facing the man. "This is why I'm here. I want to hide my peaceful little island here with you. You're already hiding one child, so another won't be too much to ask. They can keep one another company-"
"I don't want to live in Japan, vatti!" The boy complained.
"Shush, Shizuo." Roderich looked over at Japan. "I can't have Elizaveta find him. Hungary will have my head on a platter."
"Isn't she behind that wall?"
"She's… She won't stay there. I know my wife, she'll escape quickly enough."
"Your son will be living with the son of Prussia." Japan argued yet again. "I thought you hated him, what if-"
"Kiku…" Roderich looked up at him, "I cannot pretend Shizuo is a full nation any further. Canada was kind enough to cooperate, but these wars have divided his kindness. I can't risk Shizuo's death."
Shizuo looked up at his father worriedly.
"You love him that much," Kiku murmured.
"Ja."
"…alright. I will keep the boys safe, but I cannot guarantee that when they grow up, they will not seek out all answers about their families."
"The world will hopefully be safer by then… and I have these." Austria pulled the medicine case from his coat and Japan paled, "you want them to forget… everything?"
"It'll be a simple restart for them. They can grow up and be oblivious and safe from all of this. Prussia would have wanted this, if he weren't on the other side…"
Japan looked at the boy next to Austria and sighed, "Gomenasai, Shizuo."