Greece slowly approached Japan and America. "What are you doing?"

"Cuddling," Japan said. "Postnatal depression; I need the support."

"Why is he back?" Greece asked. "Didn't I give you the weed?"

"Russia threw me out."

Greece grumbled. "Ivan. Stay as long as you need to. Question: why here?"

"You two are my friends," America said. "This was the first place I could think of to go."

There was a faint cry in the next room. Japan walked over, coming back shortly after with the baby in his arms. "This is Aiko."

America looked at him. He had Greece's curl and hair colour, but the eyes were a beautiful green; large, like Japan's. He took the baby into his arms softly. "Hello, little one."

He giggled, waving a little hand. America put his finger onto the palm of the baby's. He felt the little one grip his finger tightly. Aiko giggled again.

"He likes you," Japan said.

"I like him, too," America whispered.

»_«

Lithuania kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, beautiful."

"You don't know what this means to me."

"Uh, like, yes I do!"

"Sorry, Feliks." He kissed the Pole's cheek again. Lithuania sighed. "I want my babies."

"No more," Poland said. "They're with Raivus; they're, like, totally fine." He kissed Lithuania's cheek, rolling over and pulling the blanket over his head. "Go to sleep, baby."

Lithuania nodded, crying himself to sleep.