"I'm back!" Spain exclaimed as he slammed open his home's front door with many a bag in hand. "I'm sorry it took so long. We were supposed to be gone only a year, but ended up away for two years because he had to build another ship and things. I hope nothing changed too much while I was awa—"

Spain stopped in his exclaiming as he spotted Romano, grown only a little, but he was sat down in front of another nation he had never seen before, and this nation was younger, younger than even Romano who was cursing at the fair-haired child to eat the food he, no doubt, made for him.

"Eat the food you damn bastard!" Romano growled, just about shoving the small silver spoon in the young nation's mouth who was quick to spit the pasta back up. "Ah! He did it again!"

Spain only stood there in amazement as Belgium exited through another room, wearing an apron and drying her wet hands as she rushed towards Romano and the other nation. The female nation was quick to pick up the babe nation and wipe off his mouth with the bib around his neck. Spain was amazed because no one seemed to notice him standing there at all with the numerous sacks of gold he carried.

Well, that is, until Netherlands walked into the room, lightly smoking his pipe and staring at his sister deal with the children before his eyes met the rich nation.

"Spain, you've returned," He spoke monotony, like he always did.

When Netherlands spoke, Romano and Belgium turned to see Spain. They stared at him for a moment before their eyes sparkled and Belgium smiled, placing the young nation in her arms down next to Romano as she ran to Spain with an open-armed hug.

"Spain! You're home! Was your voyage well?"

"Yes, it was, bu—"

"Did you bring back lots of tomatoes?" Romano asked.

"I did, but whe—"

"Is that gold in those bags? !" Belgium asked with a gasp, her eyes sparkling at the shiny rocks.

"Yes, but please tell me who this young nation is!" Spain nearly shouted, he hated getting interrupted and he wanted his confusion settled as he stared at the green-eyed-blonde babe nation.

"Oh, w-well, this is—" Belgium turned and picked the child up and held him close, coming towards Spain to show him off. "This is Luxemburg. He-He's mine and Netherlands' little brother, right, big brother?"

As Spain looked towards Netherlands, the only response he got was the nation pulling his pipe back inside his mouth and inhaling deeply. Spain only sighed, still feeling a little confused before he turned and noticed Romano had already taken everything out of his sacks and made a mess.

"Romano, please, would you mind not touching those yet?" Spain groaned, walking over to where the boy was rummaging through the things the Spaniard brought back from the New World.

Belgium let out a relieved sigh she had been holding in before staring her brother only to see his eyes fixed on Spain trying to get Romano to stop. His face was completely stoic as usual and so Belgium smiled before turning to watch Spain try to control Southern Italy as well.

"If I would have known your fertility was so high that day, I would have never touched you," Belgium heard her brother say.

Belgium glanced at him before looking down at the child whom she and Netherlands had declared brother so Spain wouldn't be the wiser. She snickered before shaking her head and saying—

"Liar."

Daughter Of The Revolution: Yep, there was my random-alternate-ending-that-makes-absolutely-no-sense-and-didn't-have-to-be-written, lol. But yep, little Luxemburg who is really their brother in the manga is actually their baby nation (in this fanfic at least ;P) 'cause someone couldn't keep their hands to themselves . . . er, or just both of them, lol. Hope you enjoyed! Expect more from me soon!