Baby Mine 2.0
Aph fanfic
Written by: Ita-Chan18
A/n: Well, exactly what the title says, it's baby mine version 2.0. So why re-write something that is already done well? Well, it's kinda personal because when it comes to my stories, I am a perfectionist, and I like to have certain things in place, and such. I decided to re-write when not only was I reading the very first, hand-written version, but I also read the typed version, and realized on my own there were several mistakes made, and how vastly they differed. So, I changed some things around, and had Italia born a bit earlier than in the previous versions of this. There are several reasons why I chose to do that, but I won't say the reasons until later on when I post a different fic involving her. Also, this will be following my headcanon which is I don't think countires realize they're countires until something happens, or they realize something that brings them to the conclusion that there is something different about them, and later on they find out exactly what that thing is. So, this does mean that Italia will be raised, until a bit later, as a human rather than a nation. So, human names will be used dominantly for a long time. Anyways, now that my long explanation is over, here is the first chapter to the new baby mine~!
Chapter one:
The German's heavy boots crunched against the ground as he did his usual patrol. He looked around cautiously, his sky blue eyes alert to any danger, his ears pricked for the sound of a potential enemy. He held his trusty gun tighter to his chest as he continued walking, his heart hammering as if he was already marching into a fight.
He stopped only when he heard a muffled sound, not too far from where was currently planted in the ground. His eyes narrowed slightly as he strained to hear the noise, and make out what it was. Ludwig's light colored eyes fell on an abandoned building, not too far from where he was standing, and he moved forward slowly, his eyes narrowed in mistrust, and poised, vigilant, for any adversary he might have to face.
As he walked forward more, the sound became louder. Something told him to turn back, and not look back, but another feeling, perhaps a stronger one, kept his feet moving further in the building. He stopped cold once he entered the building.
It looked as if the people could come back at any moment. The only sign of age was the dust and cobwebs that covered everything. Outdated machinery were carelessly strewn everywhere, and papers were scattered everywhere. The papers had yellowed with age. His eyes scanned the place for anything out of place, his heart hammering faster in his chest as he again heard the cry, but louder. He had to be close.
His palms began sweating, and he held onto his gun tighter out of some irrational fear he wasn't use to as he followed the sound to a room not too far from where he was. He swallowed to moisten his suddenly dry throat. He stopped at the door way.
This room had to be the worst room. Windows were busted out, the door was taken off its hinge, and laying somewhere in the middle of the room. Papers were scattered, and there were holes in the roof, and in the wall. He heard the cry loudly in this room, and looked around for the source of the cry. His eyes fell on something out of place in this dirty, ghost of a building. It was a squirming, crying child wrapped in a white blanket. His eyes changed from fear and distrust, to concern and confusion. Who would leave their own baby alone, in this building where anything could happen to them? He stood frozen, unsure what to do.
His first instinct told him to turn around, and walk out. It wasn't his problem, and whoever the child belonged to would probably come back for them. If not, someone would come along and see the child, and do something so she'd be cared for one way or another. Besides, his kind weren't supposed to take in human children, for obvious reasons. People like himself were forbidden from taking in human children. It was one of many unwritten rules that they had honored for a long time, and there was a very good reason for doing so. Not only that, but babies were messy. They needed constant attention, and that's something that him, as a nation, couldn't give. He had duties, and obligations. Not to mention he already had two babies living with him, and he didn't need a third headache causer, mess maker, and stress causer.
However, a second feeling took over him. A feeling that told him she was in a secluded place. Nobody would find her, and when they did, she probably wouldn't be alive. Besides, if her parents truly wanted her, why leave her in this place? Clearly, they didn't want her, so it was ok. It was ok to take her, and care for her. At least for a little bit. Just until she was old enough to care for herself, then he'd let her go, and nobody would be the wiser. Not to mention he had two free loaders living with him. They could make themselves useful, and help him out, and they wouldn't complain because it would only be for a little bit. Just a little bit, then he'd take her back. Nobody would be the wiser.
Curiosity took over him, and he crept forward to where the child was. He gently picked the child up, and held it gently against his chest. The infant stopped crying, tears pricking at it's blue-green eyes, and looked at him with wide eyes. As if the baby feared him. It's white-blonde, curly hair was in a mess around its chubby, pale face.
At first, he was all prepared to take the child , and place it where someone, some human, would see the infant , and take it somewhere where could be taken care of, and loved for. However, looking at the human now, up close, and personal, some other instinct kicked in, and he didn't want to get rid of it. He wanted to take care of the baby. He sat the child down carefully, who once again began squirming and crying, and secured his gun before picking up the child back up, and bouncing it in his arms.
"There, there." He cooed, and looked around. There was no other sign of life in this building. He looked back at the child, and sighed. "Who would leave a child all alone?" He questioned, and quickly began walking out before anyone saw him with the child.
Back at his house, Ludwig made his way to his way to his own room quickly, and sat the squirming child back down on the bed. The infant scowled as he stepped back, and looked at it as if he were preparing to inspect a troop.
"Ok, first thing first, are you a boy or a girl?" Germany sincerely hoped it was a boy. He had no experience with children. He didn't know how to properly raise one, and he didn't know what to expect. Especially from a human perspective. At least, if it was a boy, he could at least somewhat draw upon his own childhood on what to expect.
He groaned, and cursed his own luck, when he saw the child's gender. If it wasn't enough there was going to be a child running around, it just had to be a girl as well? Well, at least he had that Italian around. Not only was his country known for being good with children, but he was kind of a girl himself. Germany sighed, and looked around for something to dress her in. A shirt or something would probably be a lot better than a blanket. Though, he could just wrap it around her, and have her use it as some kind of toga thing that some cultures in the world use for clothing.
He shook his head, and picked up the kid. If Italy the idiot was going to help him raise her, then he better get to know her fast. He began walking down the hall to where he kept the guest bedroom for Italy. Not that he ever used it, but still.
The baby's big, blue eyes looked widely at everything her eyes laid on in the stereotypically tidy Germanic home. Germany smiled slightly when he noticed that, and shifted the weight of her to his other arm while he knocked on Italy's door.
"H-hey Italy? I-I need your help with something. Open the door." Within seconds, the door was flung open, and in front of him stood a naked Italy. Germany's flushed face became a light with the color red, and he moved the child over his shoulders, as if to shield her from the Italian's shameless nudity. Italy's eyes widened upon seeing the child in his allies arms.
"Ve~ Germany, where did you get the bambina?" He was slightly nervous for his friend; hence the verbal tic that always arose when he was nervous. After all, he knew the rule too. What would the others think if they found out?
"I found her in an abandoned building. I couldn't leave her alone. She could've died." He offered as an explanation, as if he sensed his friend's worry. Italy was still apprensive, but he trusted his friend's judgment. If he thought it was ok, then it had to be right?
"Ve~hold on." He closed the door to dress himself, which left the other nation alone with the child.
"I'll never understand why he always sleeps naked." He said through a sigh, which made the child laugh. "You're sleeping with your clothes on, understood?" The child blinked at him, and babbled something. He smiled, and looked around.
After ten minutes of waiting, Germany went to the sofa in the living room, and sat down with the child in his lap. He spoke to her in German. After all if she was going to be around him, she minus well at least know the language.
After another ten minutes of waiting, Italy came into the living room, fully dressed in his military attire, and sat beside Germany.
"Ve~c-can I hold her?" He asked hesitantly. Germany nodded, and handed the squirming child over to the Italian, who gently held the child in his arms." OH what a bella bambina~"Italy cooed, nuzzling the child's check. The child giggled, and began playing with his hair. She was happy until she looked into his amber eyes. She then frowned, and her eye brows furrowed slightly. Italy's own eyes furrowed in confusion, and even so when the child started whimpering in protest, and squirming even more, reaching for something that wasn't there. Curious about the sudden turn of events, Germany scooted closer. Once he was in her line of vision, the child seemed even more urgent for Germany to get her. Hesitantly, He reached out, grabbed the child gently, and cradled her to his chest. Once settled against him, the child calmed down, and began playing with his iron cross. Italy looked at Germany confused, but he merely shrugged, and looked back at the child in his arms.
"We need to buy some things for her. Things babies need, and we should think of a name for her. I don't think baby girl will do for much longer." Germany's sudden words once again bought up alarm in the Italian nation. He was only worried when he thought Germany was thinking of it, now he knew for sure that Germany certainly did want this child, and that…Troubled him.
"Germany, you can't seriously be thinking of taking her in, can you? I thought you didn't like humans, and now you want to raise one? Won't we get in trouble for this? It's-"
"Italy," Ludwig began slowly. Germany knew Italy well enough to know when he began rambling like an idiot, that it was something that really bothered him."Italy,"He began again once he knew he had his attention. "This will be our secret. Other than Prussia, no other country has to know about her."
"Ve~ But Fratello-"
"Won't know about her. Prussia, you, and me will be the only ones to know about her. Once she's able to fend for herself, we'll send her away. Besides, I feel that she's special in some way." Italy was silent for a moment after Germany finished speaking. He was trying to sort out his own thoughts, while German felt on the defensive. He felt the need to protect his descion. He wasn't going to let Italy or anyone else dictate his descions when he felt this firm about them. After a few more moments of silence, Italy started nodding slowly. Germany had good judgment. He'd never do anything without thoroughly thinking about it first. He was the smartest person Veneziano knew, so if he felt ok about this, then he should too. After all it had to be right if Germany thought it was…Right?
"Ve~ok."He still didn't feel right about it, but he hadn't seen Germany like this before. So it had to be right?
A/n: Pheww! Never thought I'd get through this chappie! Seriously, I was working on this all freaking day! Anyways, hopefully this isn't complete crap. Ok, so as for the setting, considering some people were a bit confused on the last version of this, this time it's around 1915 or so. So, it's ww1. The last one was set in ww2. I'm not gonna include a bunch of battles and things, but there will be a few things I will include, and we'll see that later on. I plan on taking this story right through just about the end of ww2, not including the time skip afterwards. Which means some of the people that were introduced early on in the last story, won't be included in this version for a long while. I do do my research so I have the basic things set down, so a lot of planning has gone into the chapters. So, yeah…Anyways, I listened to a lot of simple plan, two songs specially, and paramour when writing out this chapter, and I'm surprised to say I actually like how it turned out…maybe I'll make it a habit*thinking face* Anyway, what's in store for the next chapter? Do Germany and Italy get found out? What about Prussia? What will be his reaction to the little baby? Is there a world summit? If so, what kinds of things will be revealed? Well do you know the answer to these questions? Simple, tune in for the next chappie~! So, until then, read, review, enjoy, or whatever! Hasta la pasta!
