Harry Potter was placed on the wrong doorstep.

On the night his parents died, Rubeus Hagrid had picked him up from the ruins of his destroyed house in Godric's Hollow and was supposed to take him to the Dursleys' home in England. However, things like clouds tend to foul things up at the last minute. Hagrid, not having a wand anymore, couldn't banish the freak storm that descended upon him and his motorbike.

After dodging lightning blasts and heavy winds, he brought the bike down in what he thought was the right place. He hovered over several houses, until he saw...

No. 4! Perfect! He lowered the motorcycle to the ground and disembarked. He looked down at the bundle in his arms. The baby, still swaddled in a blanket, hadn't woken up once during the entire ordeal. Hagrid smiled and placed him on the doorstep. "See ya in ten years, Harry."

He got back on his motorcycle and drove off into the sky, not once realizing his mistake. In his haste, he had dropped Harry in the wrong country. The No. 4 whose door was slowly starting to open was in Berlin. And it was the home of a certain Feliciano and Luise Vargas.

"Ve~! Luise! Come look at this!" Italy cried.

Germany looked up from her newspaper. "What is it, Feli?"

Italy stood on the doorstep, with what looked like a soaked bundle in his arms. He started talking a mile a minute. "Ve, I head a motorcycle outside so I went to investigate but there was no motorcycle except there was a baby so I took him inside since it was raining and I think we should empty the clothesline before-"

Luise cut him off. "Wait, what? You found a baby?"

"Si~!" Italy bounded inside and showed Germany the blanket in his arms. Germany looked into the bundle in shock; a little black-haired baby boy stared back up at her with green eyes. She blinked, dumbfounded.

"Ve~! Germany! Can we keep him!"

Germany frowned. "Doesn't he have parents?"

"Veee..." Italy sadly shook his head. "If he did, they abandoned him here. Can we keep him? You kept saying how you wished we could have children!"

Germany was about to refuse, but her husband AND the baby gave her the puppy-dog eyes that she couldn't resist.

"Fine," she said gruffly. "We can keep him." Curse my soft heart, the nation thought to herself.

"Ve~! What will we call him?" Italy smiled brightly, unwrapping the baby from its blanket.

Germany shrugged. "You pick."

"No, I named the cat! It's your turn!"

Luise shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe Alfonse?"

"Ve~! I like it!" Italy passed Harry, who would from now on be known as Alfonse, to Germany. She awkwardly cuddled him in her arms.

"Well, for what it's worth, welcome to the family, Alfonse."

The baby smiled slightly and giggled, and Germany couldn't help giving one of her rare smiles in return.

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And there you have it, my first fanfic. Comments would be appreciated.

And before anyone asks, Fem!Germany/Italy is my favorite pairing.