There was so much he would miss out on, Italy knew. It was only right though. He had to keep reminding himself that. It's only right, it's only right. To protect his newborn daughter, he would have to give her up. N. Italy would do almost anything to help his little girl live a normal life and not have to worry about the issues, conflicts, and heartbreak that came with nations.
Germany volunteered to hide away with their baby and keep her from the nations. His brother, Prussia, had promised to take care of the land and Germany's people. The plan was for the German government to erase Germany's, soon to be Ludwig's, memories and seal them away in the U.S. A precautionary call to protect the little girl from the hardships of countries and war.
This was going to be the last night N. Italy had with his family and he had to be strong. He had to fight the tears away and keep his usual carefree smile upon his face no matter how much it hurt. He could have cried if he wanted to. Germany wouldn't have cared at this moment in time. It was just, Italy didn't want to. He had to prove to himself that he could make it through the departure.
America looked down at the bed where his lover and twin babies slept. Three heads crowned with a beautiful shade of gold. He was going to miss being apart of their life, but it was worth it. Their safety mattered above all else. Their safety along with every other nation that had a child. America would protect them from afar since he couldn't be with them.
England was going to forget about him, about being a nation, most of the moments they had. But it had to be worth it. Please, God, let it be worth it.
Prussia couldn't stop looking in the mirror with a uncharacteristic frown upon his face. He knew what was happening was for the better. Except there was this nagging thought of, "What am I getting myself into?" He hadn't run a nation for a very long time, not only that but he would be losing his fuck buddy or lover for better terms.
He didn't know what he was going to do without Canada and pancakes and sex. Not to mention how he wouldn't be able to be there for his kid like he was for his brother. It didn't seem fair. But with the way things worked out Germany, Canada, and a few others were going to lose the memories of being nations.
He didn't know how he'd handle if he saw Canada on the streets and Canada had no idea about the nights they had shared... Gott, how unfair.
Romano peered into the dark, clutching his baby boy to his chest. Tonight would be his last night with Spain. The following morning, the government was going to be erasing Romano's memories.
How was he going to raise this kid without Spain. Teach the kid wrong from right. He didn't know how he was going to do it but he'll be damned if he doesn't try. He'd make it. He had to make it. Little Ezra was counting on him. Spain was counting on him.
When the morning came in just a few hours, S. Italy would be ready. To protect his child he would do this. Spain would love him forever and, even without his memories, Romano was sure he would love Spain just as long. They'd get through this. All the nation's would get through this.
A/N: Just a little idea I had. I'm not to sure if it's cliched and stupid or okay. I'm going to give it a try though and maybe it will work out. Never know till you do it and I plan on doing just that. I've read a few stories about the kids of nations and I wanted to try a different approach than the ones I've seen. I'm going to try and not copy the other authors and make this my own or try to.
Oh, and before I forget: Disclaimer, I do not own Hetalia! Whooo yeah had to get that off my chest.
