After Italy had left the meeting with Slovenia and Romano in tow crisis broke out. None of the countries had faith that Italy could raise a child, nonetheless a country.

Russia wanted to adopt little Slovenia and no one wanted it to come to that. America suddenly burst out, "Dudes! I have a great idea! Why doesn't Hungary and Austria adopt the kid!"

Germany sighed, hadn't the idiot listened to the rant or seen the child nation's reaction to both Austria and Hungary? He could see why Slovenia didn't like Austria, He was a bit stuck up for the child's sense of fun likely.

Why couldn't the kid like Hungary though? She's a nice person… When she doesn't have her frying pan out ready to hit you with it.

Germany stood up, "I will supervise Italy with Slovenia. I was already planning on visiting him and I might as well watch over the kid to make sure she doesn't get lost. Knowing Italy he'll probably have her go to bed then forget about her and go somewhere else. At least I can prevent that."

"That's what we're worried about you bloody wanker! Italy isn't the most responsible nation and with a child to take care of then he's likely going to be less responsible." Yelled England, a vein popping out on his forehead.

"This is why I will be with Italy and Slovenia at all times. I already don't trust Italy with tying his own shoes much less with a child." Said Germany calmly as if assessing the situation which he likely was.

"Da, that Italy is not suitable for raising a child, Might as well let me raise the child. The baltics need some fellow company." Stated Russia, his purple aura rising up around him.

All t he other nations shivered at the thought. It was a unanimous vote that Germany and the Italies would raise the young nation together.

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Back at Italy's house

"Why won't you eat your pasta? Is something wrong with it? I made macaroni and cheese! I thought all small children like that type of pasta! What do I do wrong?" Said Italy franticaly while running around the kitchen pulling out different things from cuboards.

Slovenia sat at the table, her arms crossed stubbornly across her chest as she glared at the bowl of pasta set before her.

20 minutes earlier

"Italy, I'm hungggrrryyy!" whined Slovenia as they walked into the house. "Oh! I know just what to make!" thought Italy.

Five minutes later a bowl of Mac and Cheese sat infront of the little girl. Italy picked up the spoon and started to try to feed her.

"Here comes the airplane, with a shipment of pasta for slovenia!" said Italy in and overly cheerful voice. "I don't wanna eat pasta." Whined Slovenia. This set Italy into a panic which was what he was doing now.

Present time

Germany walked in the door and saw flour in the air and covering everything in an even white coating. There at the table sat the child nation eating cake and drinking wine for lunch. Bad Italy… Speaking of the Italian, he was running around in a panic about a child who didn't like pasta. "ITALY!"

Thanks for reading the next chapter! Review if you have time to! ~Velvee.