Prussia- Eight months

"Mathieu? Can you look at this baby for a minute," Canada looked up at France's voice in the living room and he grabbed the two bottles that had been warming and walked into the living room. He looked at his husband sitting on the couch, leg crossed over his knee with Poppy and Henri resting in his arms gurgling happily. They sat up straight on their own, each a special toy of their own in their hands; Poppy had a soft polar bear while Henri had a fluffy a brown fluffy bear with white. They loved it!

"What's wrong?" Canada asked however as he took in the cheerful gurgling and laughs as they bounced the bears around and Henri whined when it hit him in the face but giggled with his sister after a moment. "They look fine to me!"

"Non, it's nothing 'orribly wrong! I just meant does it look like Poppy is drooling more than usual?" France questioned as he looked at his daughter who began biting her bear's head happily kicking her tiny feet and twisted her tiny hands in the fluffy fur. "I think she is teething."

"Really?" Canada questioned with wide eyes that sparkled sweetly at this little fact as he rushed forward picking Poppy up who squealed with delight waving her arms and kicking her little feet happily. He then settled her on his hip and she didn't wobble one bit and he stuck his finger into her mouth which softly chewed on his finger when he rubbed her gums, top and bottom when, on the top right, felt something pushing against her gum which made her whine openly and then he slid down to the bottom and yelped when he actually felt a tooth there. "Oh my god!"

"What? What's wrong?" France jumped up with wide eyes as he looked at Canada's wide eyes and reached out lightly stroking the soft cap of platinum hair covering her head and her wide blue eyes , identical in color to his own, met his and she gurgled happily bouncing softly in her mother's arms.

"She has a tooth coming in and an actual tooth!" Canada replied astonished as his eyes, wide behind his glasses and laughed as if by surprise and France smiled with him at this. It was at this marveling the sound of a car pulled up and the front door opened and in walked Austynn.

"I got Uncle Italy with me!" Austynn shouted loudly making France blink curiously as Henri lightly gnawed on his father's shirt and he tucked him close to his hip.

"I wonder what 'e is 'ere for, last I saw 'im 'e was fit to give birth any time!" France stated looking at France when the door, which had been closed, opened and France, wide eyed with his wife, looked towards the front door curiously.

"Big Brother France! I just went and saw Big Brother Spain and Roma!" Italy chirped when he bounced into the living room and France gawked. Italy was thin again, with just a soft pudgy look to him and lightly swollen belly from pregnancy and he seemed to be positively glowing with pride and happiness. "I finally had the baby! She didn't want to wait longer than six more weeks so she came out and is healthy!"

"It was a girl?" France asked feeling excitement rolling in his stomach at the sight of little Italy so happy and he giggled brightly nodding. "Oh, petite Italie! Félicitations!"

"Grazie! Luddy is bringing her in cause I just wanted you guys to see her in person rather than over the phone! She's like me too!" Italy chirped happily as he bounced on his toes, eyes bright and happier than ever in a way that he remembered the night Italy and Germany got married for Italy had that same brightness. He felt happiness leak from Italy and into him but he felt his own excitement and happiness for the Italian.

"I am 'appy for you! There aren't many girls so the more girls the better!" France laughed with Italy and France then ruffled Italy's hair happily and then turned stroking his gurgling daughter's soft platinum blonde locks and smiled fondly. "When you 'ave your daughter you know the struggles, of all women, and you can only 'ope it isn't like that for 'er. Girls are just as precious as the boys~"

"Oh I know! I am happy to give Luddy a girl, after our two boys, but a girl is a nice change of pace!" Italy chirped happily when he looked over his shoulder gasping. "Oh! There's my little bambino!"

"Hallo, France." Germany greeted with a little bundle in his arms protected against the cold and France shifted Henri to Italy when he held him out and France stepped close. "You'd like to hold her, don't you?"

"Oui~" France crooned holding his hands out and Germany sighed out through his nose but smiled crookedly and stepped close shifting the small bundle to France. He looked down, pushing the hood down gently of her thick coat and gasped. "Oh my~ She looks like 'er mother~" It was true!

The baby in France's arms, though only a few days old, according to the soft mumble of Germany, the likeliness to her mother was stunning and beautiful at once. She was born with a full head of hair, soft brown like her mother's and she didn't appear to have a curl like her mother either. France wondered, briefly, if she had her mother's eyes when she yawned and her dark lashes fluttered open and as France's eyes widened lightly again wide, curious blue eyes met his own though be it much lighter. Oh she was a beautiful mix of her mother and father!

"Oh she is beautiful!" France gasped in compliment lifting the baby gently and carefully looking at her when she made a cheerful noise like her mother and he smiled brightly. "Oh she is going to break 'earts when she is older!"

"Grazie~" Italy giggled watching him then he looked at Henri plopping him down and gasped at the tiny baby motor across the floor in a crawl. "Oh they can crawl now!"

"Oui they can~" France crooned as he rubbed his cheek carefully against Italy's newborn daughter's head, gently barely there, as she made another cheerful noise. "I 'ope she brings you nothing but 'appiness~ Oh! Did you 'ear about poor Japan and China?"

"I did!" Italy replied getting a dark, sad look in his amber eyes, as he was handed his daughter. "I'm happy Japan got his daughter but China is still out! It's been half a month too! Cause I was six or seven months when he gave birth or somewhere near there and I gave birth in the eight month! I feel so bad for Japan!"

"I know, I do too." France then got somber when Poppy grunted reaching out to him from Canada and he smiled plucking her happily from his wife who gave her up without a fight and smiled quietly taking in the conversation. "I 'ave 'ope 'e will wake up soon. Very soon!"

"Same. But ve should go, Feli, for you need rest und the baby needs rest as vell." Germany finally spoke up as he curled his arm around Italy's waist. "Plus ve can't leave my bruder along vith Giovanni und Wolfram too long."

"Si! Let's get going!" Italy chirped then smiled at France and cooed at his daughter. "I'll see you later, Big Brother France! You too, Poppy!"

"Au revoir, Little Italy~" France replied as the couple took their rather quick leave, going out the front door and France bounced Poppy lightly before putting her down and let her motor across the floor with her brother.

"That was nice to see his daughter. Oh! We never asked her name!" Canada squeaked when he looked up at France who smiled at his wife and kissed his temple and he blinked at how he smiled fondly at him.

"I know 'er name. Italy told me two possibilities if it is a boy or a girl~" France cooed to his wife and stroked his side softly, the flare of his hip and nuzzled his platinum blonde locks lovingly. "'e told me if it was a boy it would be Wolfgang and if it was a girl..."

"If it was a girl?" Canada questioned with a tiny hitch when fingers dug into his side softly and he felt lips press against his neck and he felt wrong. It was wrong to be sexy in front of seven month old's when the mood changed dramatically and became light, cheery again.

"If it was a girl 'e would name 'er Cecilia." France finished then pecked his wife's lips happily and turned to go towards the stairs. "Now, I must ask our son on 'is love affairs!"

"France!"

Being at school was no picnic in the park, as his Maman said, but Austynn prided himself on getting through it fully and without crying or disappearing once like his Maman! But now he had tears on his violet eyes and he rubbed them hating how embarrassed he'd felt all day. He had what Maman and Papa called a "crush" on Cristiano which made it difficult to get through the whole day being close with him and Liam was glaring at Cristiano the whole day.

He has that crush on both and even if Liam was his cousin it didn't matter in the slightest bit even if it would be looked at as wrong. He threw himself on the bed and laid there like a lifeless noodle. He wanted to talk to his Papa but he was eight years old! What could he actually do? Nothing! He groaned in annoyance at his thoughts and turned his face into the bed and closed his eyes sighing out heavily.

Three soft knocks came on the door then and he snapped his head up, eyes wary and face already turning red. "Austynn? You came in the 'ouse awfully fast, are you alright? May I come in?"

"I have the feeling if I say no you'll still come in." Austynn sighed sounding like a teenager and he wondered what he'd do when he was bigger than this. He sat up blushing and as his father walked into the room smiling at him brightly as he then walked to the bed and sat down next to Austynn.

"'ow are you feeling, darling? You barely spoke when you came 'ome! 'ow was school?" France asked smiling at his son who stared back at him with curious eyes and his brows came together and fidgeted softly on the bed. "Did you see your cousin? Is 'e well?"

"He's...He's fine." Austynn ventured slowly fidgeting again looking down at his lap as he played with his fingers. "School was fine and stuff."

"You're eight years old, darling." Austynn blushed at the use of 'darling' from his father but it was nice. Something he grew up with and appreciated sometimes but now it felt like too much. "I know when something is wrong, you are like your Maman. 'e also gets this way when 'e is too embarrassed about something."

"How did you know something was wrong?" Austynn gasped with wide eyes as he looked at his father who leaned in lightly flicking his forehead, just barely grazing him, and grinned. Austynn blushed as he touched his forehead and blinked in wonder as he stared at his father.

"I didn't until now. It is called a lie, mon cher." France stated with a grin then tilted his head staring at his son and then reached out ruffling his hair, careful of the spiraling curl. "Now, why don't you tell me 'ow school really was."

"It's too much." Austynn whispered as he tilted his head down, tears suddenly filling his eyes as he played with his fingers in his lap and France frowned. He then stood up and pulled his hand from Austynn's hair who looked up with wide, wet eyes. "Papa?"

"Come with me, darling, and we will go out. Sure, you are eight years old but every eight years old likes going out to eat, non?" France questioned as he watched Austynn put his hand in his and smiled. "Besides with your little brother and sister we 'aven't 'ad much time to really talk now 'ave we? Or spend much time together so let's go out, oui?"

Austynn held his father's hand tight then squeezed it softly and nodded gently as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand. "Oui. Let's go, Papa!"

"Now that's what I wanted to 'ear. Let's tell your Maman and get going~" France smiled leading his son from the room and he noted how Austynn sprouted again up to just an inch above his elbow. His hair was also hanging around his shoulders in platinum waves and he smiled. His son was really growing up, even if he was just eight years old. He and his son had much to catch up on.