Back again with chapter zwei! Have fun guys!

...


Germany sighed and walked over to Israel, who stood looking at where the boat had been a few minutes ago, sniffling.

"Israel…" he started to say.

"He'll be fine," said Israel confidently, "he's the hero after all." Germany rolled his eyes, but smiled anyway. He really needed to have America arrested for indoctrinating the youth at some point.

"No worries, nephs!" said Germany's brother, Prussia, who literally appeared next to Germany out of nowhere and patted the boy on the head, smiling widely, "the awesome me and West'll watch 'ya 'till your bro comes back! Kesesese!"

Israel smiled a bit, glanced up at the albino and said, "guess you're right, Uncle."

Germany opened his mouth to claim that sine he wasn't Israel's father, Prussia wasn't his uncle, but closed it thinking how upset Israel was the at he wasn't going to see his brother for God only knew how long. He didn't want to upset him farther.

"Well," he said, "I suppose we had best get you to the house."

Israel nodded and reached up towards Germany.

"Oh," said the German. He handed Israel back his teddy bear. Izzy took it and tucked it under his arm, but continued to reach up.

"Carry me," he squeaked, "please?"

Germany's eyes widened and he felt instantly uncomfortable. Historical differences meant that his relationship with Israel, while far better then it had been a year ago, was quite awkward and weird.

Israel knew this. He felt a little uncomfortable at times speaking to his father. It was a miracle they got along as well as they did given the circumstances. Israel didn't hate his father, he knew his father was sorry for all that had happened and wasn't a nazi any longer (actually, Israel had no clue if Aba had ever been a nazi to begin with, Germany had never told him or America exactly what he had done during the war, he dodged the question every time Israel asked.) Still, he did get those uncomfortable twinges in his stomach on occasion.

However, Israel was naïve but not to an illogical point. He knew that his Akhi could be gone for weeks, maybe months, despite what everybody had told him about him being back in no time. And until his Akhi did return, Aba was his guardian and caretaker. Israel knew he would likely be living with Aba for some time and it would thus be better if he worked out the kinks and awkwardness in their relationship immediately. Aba was all he had until Akhi came back and Israel, like most young children, needed love and affection from an adult.

Unfortunately, Germany didn't realize this so he wasn't in a big hurry to provide such love and affection.

"Prussia," the German hissed to his brother, "carry him."

Prussia cocked an eyebrow and said, "he asked for you to do it."

"Pleeease, Aba?" whined Israel using his effective big-eyes strategy. Germany sighed.

"Fine," he said resignedly. He then proceeded to carefully grab the back of Israel's collar and lift him off the ground like that as he usually did.

"Akhi usually piggybacks me," said Israel. Germany sighed. He had a feeling this was going to be a long string of "Akhi usually"'s.

But he relented and sat the boy on his shoulders.

"Is that correct?" he queried. Israel nodded, bright smile coming back for the first time.

"Ken," he said, "toda, Aba."

"I'm…you're welcome, Israel."

"Kesese, so nephs, since you're staying at our place, you'd best know all the rules before you accidentally break one and West has a yelling spree."

"Rules?" squeaked Israel curiously. There were a few rules at Akhi's house but Akhi was very lenient.

"Oh, ja," said Germany, ever eager to enforce the rules. "No wondering off of the house premacies. If I'm working don't barge into my office, don't touch anything that looks breakable and especially stay away from any weapons you…" he rambled off many other rules that after awhile began to make Israel dizzy. So many rules! Akhi was never this strict!

"Oh, and most importantly," said Germany, "there's a storage closet in my room, don't go in there."

"Why?" asked Israel, curiosity peaked.

"There's…just don't, it's not for you."

"But what's…"

"And rule number 44, if I say something isn't for you, listen!"

Izzy sighed, "Ken Aba. " Though the child made a mental note to at least peek in the closet at some point.

"Gut," said Germany with a nod, "oh, and also we're going to have some guests over tomorrow."

"Who?"

"Just some relations of mine."

They finally reached Aba's house. Israel was glad to be back, he had been to Aba's house before (though he had never stayed the night.) It was extremely clean, as Aba was what Akhi called a "neat freak." The grass was all trimmed and there was a nice little garden that Prussia kept (he liked gardening, but he told Izzy not to tell, "I've got a reputation to keep up.")

"Well, here we are," said Germany, setting the Israeli down and opening the door.

Immediately, there were three loud growls. Izzy ducked behind Germany's leg. Germany turned the light on and looked down at his three growling dogs.

"Down Blackie, Berlitz, Aster, it's just me," he said. The dogs stopped growling immediately and trotted up to their master, tails wagging happily. Germany patted Berlitz on the head. Izzy peeked out from behind his father. The dogs noticed, Aster in particular who was unusually fond of the boy. She ran over and pounced on him, licking his face affectionately. The petite nation giggled.

"Aster!" he cried, "Shalom girl! It's nice to see you too!" He sat up and hugged the much larger dog's head. She snuggled up to him. Germany had to give a tiny smile at that.

"Alright Aster, down girl," he said, Aster looked up at her master. "I know you're excited but there will be plenty of time to play with Israel. He's staying here for awhile."

Aster appeared to understand this: she wagged her tail faster and her happy panting increased tenfold. She gave Izzy one last lick on the cheek. The Holy Land giggled.

"There's a good girl Aster!" he squeaked, patting the dog on the head. Israel was so tiny that Aster was practically a horse's size in proportion to him.

Hm, thought Germany.

Then without warning Germany picked the boy up and sat him on Aster's back. Israel looked surprised, but then smiled and laughed.

"Giddy up, Aster!" he cried. Aster let out a happy bark then ran around with Israel on her back, Berlitz and Blackie chasing after them. Germany smiled just a barely.

Prussia entered. "Hey, West, what's going on?" Israel steered Aster to a halt in front of his father and uncle.

"Whoah, girl!" he cried as Aster stopped. The boy smiled and cried "hey, Uncle Prussia, look! I'm a cowboy."

Germany, still with his small smile, grabbed and unsharpened pencil off of a nearby desk.

"I think you'd make a better knight," he said, handing it to the Israeli. Izzy took it and beamed even brighter. He lifted his 'sword' in the air.

"Onward, noble steed!" cried Izzy, "to defeat the dragon and rescue the kingdom!" He pointed his 'sword' at Blackie and cried, "there's the dragon! Charge!" Aster chased Blackie, who sprinted away with a yelp. Berlitz sat watching all of this with confusion.

Germany stood watching and smiling. Prussia also smiled and "kesese"'d, then the albino turned to Germany, smiling slyly.

"Hey, West."

"Hm?"

"You are so his Dad."

"I'm not."

"It's official, you're his Dad."

"Prussia…"

"Dad, Dad, Dad…"

"Knock it off!"

"Vati, Vati, Vati!"

"BRUDER!"

Israel laughed. Maybe staying here for awhile wouldn't be so bad.

...


Yeah, he is so his Dad.

Anywho, chapter two done! Let us go forth!