Ludwig stood in shock. He was visiting his brother's grave like he did every Sunday afternoon but today he stared in completely and utter shock. Normally he would come and dust off the grave, lay down the flowers he brought and talking for a little while and then go home to Italy who was now his wife.

He had seen others here. France and Spain came once or twice a month. They would have come more if their work would let them. Ludwig had buried his brother's little chick neck to him. The poor animal had been immortal as some nations have immortal animals, but the chick had died with a broken heart.

Now standing there. A month before Christmas was something he never thought he would see. Not moving an inch but just staring he heard Feliciano coming over talking happily about the pasta he was going to make when they got home when he stopped and stared too, eyes opening in shock.

"Ve…"

Not saying anything Ludwig slowly got on one knee, placing the flowers down on the ground with out breaking eye contact with what was on the grave. There sitting at the bottom of the grave was…

"Come here…" Ludwig said as softly as he could mange. "Come on now…"

"L-Lud-Ludwig th-that's…!"

"Shh,"

Feliciano closed he mouth but couldn't stop staring at…

He had woken up from a deep sleep. Or was it a nap? Opening his eyes he felt the cold cement he was laying on, but the clouds! Oh the clouds were beautiful! Slowly sitting up he blinked. Where was he? Better yet who was he?

Yawning he looked around. What a strange scary place. Standing up he looked down and at his bare feet. They were cold. The only thing he had on was an over long black shirt. Rubbing his airs he turned around looked at the grave stone.

He walked around trying to keep warm and watched as people came and went talking to loved ones. Once couple came with a child and he watched them the whole hour thy were there. Going back to the tombstone he woke up at he sat down behind it on the grass. Wiggling his toes he smiled. He heard the ground crunching. Standing up he peeked around and saw a man coming towards the grave. Stepping out form behind he was going to leave but the look on the man's face made him freeze.

The man stared at him fro such a long time that he got bored and sat down with a plop. The man had someone else with him who had a similar reaction. Then the blond tried to urge him to come to him.

Standing up he took slow careful steps. He was cold and alone and this person seemed familiar but from were he didn't know. When he got closer he began to see just how small he was compared to him. Then he frowned when he was pulled into a tight hug.

"…Breath…" He gasped helplessly.

"Bruder! Mein gott, I never thought I would see you again,!"

The child looked confused at blue eyes stared into his. "…B-b-bruder…?" He stuttered trying to sound out the word.

"Ja! How did this happen?"

"H-ha-happen,"

"Gilbert?"

"G-Gi-Gilbert,"

It struck him. Prussia didn't know who he was or why he was here… then that meant. "A new country…"

"C-c-country,"

"Ludwig? Could it be that he has a new country?"

"Lu-lu…" The small child who was indeed Prussia tried to say.

Standing up with his brother in his arms, he took off his coat and wrapped it around him. There was no mistake it was Gilbert. The only Nation in the world that ever and only had white hair and red eyes. The only albino for that matter.

"Feli, hurry, we need to go,"

"Right,"

They ran for the car and got in. Ludwig handed the small child who was only a baby. Maybe two at best. Just a small toddler who had been left there for who knew how long. A week? A few days? They drove to their home when Italy screamed.

"Stop!"

"What?"

"There! Stop at that store!"

Ludwig looked confused. "We can't stop,"

"We have too!"

Ludwig stopped the car and was handed his brother as Feliciano jumped out of the car and raced inside. Twenty minutes later he came out pushing a basket filled with stuff. Getting out of the car he walked to the trunk where his wife was putting stuff in the trunk.

"What is this?"

"He's a baby, Ludwig. He has no clothes, nothing warm, no toys, and is wondering why us strangers just picked him up. I bought sometimes we'll need. Oh, I bought a car seat too! It's dark blue with yellow belts and blue buckles. Here I'll put it in the car-"

"Nien! I'll do that… here, hold him."

"Ve,"

Gilbert played happily with the bubbles in the bath. He popped the bubbles in awe and then started to push the toys around. A small boat sailed in the bath tub.

Sitting on a stool next to the tub was Feliciano smiling as he watched him play. The water was low of course but came to the toddler's waist. It had taken them a few hours to get everything a child needed. Or what he knew they would need.

Earlier he had forced Ludwig to stop the car in front of a store to buy some things for him. Now he was wearing an apron incase baby Gilbert started splashing. Laughing when the albino made a bubble hat and then sneezed making it fall off.

"Come on, Gilbert. Time to get out,"

"O-o-out,"

"Yes,"

Feliciano grabbed the towel and picked up the small child. Drying him up he took him to his and Ludwig's room. Sitting him down on the bed he pulled the bag over that had little kid clothes. He found on that fit. It was perfect.

"Are you hungry?"

"Hun…"

Smiling he picked him up and took him to the kitchen. The large kitchen had a play pin that he also picked up and put him in it. Hearing the happy squeals at the toys he turned to the stove to make something for them to eat.

Then he stopped. Gilbert probably didn't even know what food was. Going back to the pen with a little piece of cheese and his apron on he crouched down and smiled.

Red wondering eyes looked at him and then at the food, confused. He took it and chewed it unsure and then began to devour it.

"Gilbert, slow down! You'll choke!"

It wasn't long before everyone found out about him. It was even known that the New Prussian Empire was there and most of who lived there mainly called it Prussia.

Since he was a toddler it was arrange that since the reborn nation could live with Germany and Italy since it was such a hard task to raise a child nation. Since he was so small he wasn't allowed to go to the world meetings but it was clear that everyone knew about it and Germany was less then pleased when France and Spain showed up right after he got home from the meeting to see it was true.

"He won't recognize you," He told them as they followed him up the stairs. "He's pretty much like a human child."

France and Spain said nothing but continued to fallow. When they got to the room Germany opened the door. Italy was sitting there on the floor with Gilbert in his lap, reading a story. The little red eyes looked up.

Germany waited for some idiotic shouts from his brother's friends but to his shock they said nothing. Just looked on as if trying to find the old Gilbert in there. Then something happened that Germany wanted to die form Shock.

"France. Spain. Friends." Gilbert said pointing and hurried over and hugged one of each other legs.

"Mon ami!"

"Mi amigo!"

"How do you know them?" Germany shouted. Prussia still ran from him!

"Ve, I showed him old pictures… he liked them the most so I thought him their names…"

That was a great disappointment for the trio but some relief for Germany. After forcing the idiots out his house several hours later he saw the Gilbert had laid down on the carpet of the stairs and was a sleep.

Scooping him up he took him to his bed. The small bed was plain. They hadn't had a lot of time to get everything but tomorrow Feliciano was going to take him shopping.

Italy sat the baby Gilbert into the cart and buckled him up. "There, ve, What would you like?"

"Like,"

"Ve," Italy smiled pushing the cart around.

"Ve,"

Giggling, Italy pushed the cart around picking up things from the baby section. Grabbing a training potty. To their surprise Gilbert knew how to use the bathroom but he had such a hard time getting on one and fell in way to many times.

"There. Let's get you some more clothes,"

"Clothes,"

"What would you like for dinner?"

"Dinner!" Was the happy shout.

Germany came home and tripped over all the stuff Italy had bought. "Italy!"

"In the kitchen!"

Running in he saw Gilbert sitting in the high chair reaching out to him smiling and laughing. Smiling he picked him up and then looked over at Fili cooking.

"Shouldn't we eat something else besides Pasta?"

"But Gilbert wants pasta!" He whined.

"No, he doesn't. Gilbert what do you want to eat?"

"Pasta!"

"ITALY!"

"VE…!"

An hour later they we're eating pasta… again.

A/N: This was inspired from oXCookieMonsterXo's fanfic. it was a side pair but it spun into an idea.