The blankets were twisted up between his legs, wrapped around his left leg and the pillow beneath his head was bunched beneath his head forcing it into an ungodly position as he stared up at the darkened ceiling. Italy rolled his head to the side looking to his husband who was sleeping rather peacefully, lips parted with slow even breathes as his hand formed a fist beneath his cheek and his usually tidy hair fell across his forehead in a spikey fringe that gave him the look, the feel, of someone so much younger tha nhe truly was. His lashes trembled against his cheeks every once in a while, fluttering almost, as if the dreams he was thrown into were displeasing him in some manner and Italy found himself rolling onto his side staring at his husband's face with fascination, reaching out to press the tip of his finger against his upper lip stroking the shape of it lightly as the warm breath brushed against his finger tips in a soothing rhythm as he traced the shape of his husband's lower lip with awe widening his eyes. He stroked his cheek bone, pressing his palm to his cheek nd he found hismelfl eaning inwards, leaving his pillow behind in order to cover Germany's lips with his own into a kiss so sweet, so delightful that it made his toes curl. His curl bobbed gently before forming a heart, his lips resting on top of Germany's parted ones and he pulled back only to find those lips chasing after him much to his ever growing delight. He moved the hand on his cheek into the locks of hair as one leg began sliding upwards until Germany's hand tiredly reached out tugging the leg around his waist as their lips met once more with a sudden fierceness to it that robbed Italy of breath.

With the twins' birthday long behind them, Italy wasn't sure when he had decided that he wanted to try again. He hard merely whispered to his husband one night that he was ready, unsure if the man understood his logic, but following that statement there was a sudde nfrenxy between the two men that clung to them like a second skin. A frenzy of hands touching, feeling, gripping and holding one another as they made love with a passion that robbed Italy of breath and a fierceness that made his very bones ache with longing as he clung to his husband during their lovemaking. He wasn't holding his breath for a pregnancy, not when he had already miscarried at the beginning of November but after a visit to the doctor he had been assured he was healing up just fine but Italy wasn't sure how ready he truly was. He had said it, whispered it to his husband of course, but there was a fear clinging to him each time he made love with his husband. What if he did get pregnant? What if he had a baby? Italy didn't know how to react but he knew this new passion, this new fierceness to his lovemaking was addicting and while they weren't actively trying they were still trying for something that may not happen and Italy wasn't sure how he felt about it. He knew he wanted a baby still, of course he did, and he longed for a third perfect child just like his boys but there was a worry that he wouldn't be getting pregnant any time soon. With January looming before them Italy couldn't help but feel a new baby would be just what the new year needed and yet he was terrified at the idea of it.

His mind crashed back to the task on hand as he kissed his husband hungrily, rolling on top of him happily, his hand pulling out of his hair to find his hand where their fingers weaved together and Italy's right hand captured Germany's other hand with fingers interweaving together. Italy broke the kiss to take a few deep breathes, his lips trembling lightly when Germany pressed his own lips to his throat. Then the phone, shrill as ever, began ringing. Of course they had one in the hall outside but both men were looking at one another with such an intensity that when Italy lowered himself it was almost agreed upon that whoever was calling didn't matter as much as the other did. Italy leaned back down capturing his lips in a fierce kiss that had his stomach squeezing tightly and his toes curling as their lips moved hungrily against one another, hands clutching fiercely at the other, and the breathes taken between the kiss were fast and accelerated like they were burning alive. It wasn't until Germany's cell phone rang that they paused in their feverish desire, groaning in disappointment as Italy reached over snatching up Germany's phone, looking at the caller ID and then turned it towards Germany."It's your brother."

"I can see that, sveetheart. Give me the phone." Italy happily handed him the phone as he swiped to answer the call and brought the phone to ear. "Ja, vhat is it?" He paused for a moment then jered into a sitting position making Italy glad he had had the sense to move backwards towards Germany's knees and the blonde looked to the window. "Bruder, it is the crack of dawn! Vhat are you und Austria doing here so early? I thought the playdate vasn't until later? THe boys aren't even avake yet! VHAT? Vhat do you mean you can see them vaving at you? Mein Gott, you could have told me yesterday vhen ve vere talking-" He paused while Italy climbed off of him with a disappointed sigh on his lips. "Fine fine, come on in, just give us all time to get dressed alright?"

Italy waled to the dresser pulling a fresh pair of boxers out and slid them up his legs to his hips, opened the closet door reaching in pulling a pair of blac jeans down and then grabbed one of his t-shirts with the Italian flag on it. He slid his jeans on while Germany slid out of bed standing up waling over to the dresser grabbing his own pair of boxers and slid them up his legs to his hips when he curled his arms around Italy's waist tugging the Italian towards him and Italy welcomed it. He leaned his head onto his husband's chest the delight of his flesh pressing to Germany's, his warmth mixing with the German's had his toes curling and his sigh coming out happier this time round as he nuzzled his chee to his chest. He then tilted his head bac to gaze up into his face adoringly, the adoration glowing in his brown eyes as his curl once again formed a beautiful little heart as he stared at Germany. "Ti amo tanto, amore." He pecked his jawline with a light giggle. "Buongiorno, amore."

"Guten morgen, liebling. Mein bruder truly is a pain in the ass." Germany sighed out as he kissed his forehead then pulling away allowing Italy to pull his shirt on over his head and pluck the hair brush up moving it through his brown locs of hair and the blonde stepped around Italy to reach into the closer pulling a pair of jeans of his own out of the closet. "He's probably downstairs getting into something he's not supposed too. I svear he's more lie a little id than Giovanni und Wolfram." He paused to pull his jeans up his legs and hopped lightly in place as he tugged them to his hips and reached in for a white shirt, tugging it over his head and moving his arms throuhg the sleeves as he then began walking towards their conjoined bathroom. "Vould you mind going und getting the boys ready for their impromptu playdate?"

"Of course!" Italy chirped as he then rushed across the floor, his feet thumping against the carpet as he rushed across it and threw the bedroom door open running out happily into theh allway and down it towards the boys bedroom. Their bedroom was just one door down with a bathroom in-between, one room in between theirs and their parents; this was because they had never actually left their nursery room yet, neither boy ready to sleep on their own without the other and so they had been kept in their nursery which had then been transformed into a room for two young boys which had worked out beautifully for Germany and Italy but both boys would eventually have their own rooms and when they did both parents would be ready for it. Italy paused before their door smiling as he grabbed the door handle and threw the door open with a cheerful shout. "Buonogiorno, little ones! Uncle Gilbert told me you were awake! Let's get dress , si?"

Two heads jered upwards at the sound of their mother's cheerful voice and a bright beaming smile was aimed his way, one smile being shyer than the other, welcomed Italy as he stepped into the room. Their freshly cut hair stood up wildly around their faces, eyes wide and eager like eager little puppies as Wolfram Beilschmidt rushed over throwing his arms around his mother's waist nuzzling his cheek against his stomach happily making Italy giggle. "Si, Mama! Let's get ready! Me and Gio have been playin' for a little while! We couldn't sleep good at all." He pouted after saying this in the only way a six-year-old could and his blue eyes were disgruntled as they stared up at Italy who smiled moving his fingers through the wild blonde locs of hair lovingly. "Is Uncle going to play with us as well?"

"Of course he will!" Italy replied cupping his son's face, squishing his cheeks making him giggle happily and he then turned his attention to the quieter twin holding his hands out towards him making him smile in that shy manner once again as he rushed over to join his brother in throwing his arms around his mother's waist. Giovanni Beilschmidt was the quieter,shyer twin of Wolfram's and Italy adored it. Looing at his twins was like looking at duplicates of himself and Germany but with the personalities all switched around and it really was quite precious to Italy."Now let's get you all dressed and brush that wild hair of yours down!"

Italy opened the twins closet pulling a blue shirt out and a golden shirt out followed with black pants and he then turned to Giovanni unbuttoning his green pajama shirt,letting the boy shrug out of it then followed it with his bottom clothing and Italy was quick to get a fresh pair of underwear for the boy. He got him into his stretchy,soft black pants then tugged the golden colored shirt over his head then slipped his arms into the holes and stood before him looing so cute as he plucked up the brush that Italy was having a hard time not squealing over his son. He began brushing his hair out letting it fall across his eyebrows for once and then turned his attention to Wolfram who had stripped off his pajamas and was currently stepping into his own fresh pair of underwear and was reaching out for the pants holding them up and stepping into them clumsily, stumbling as he hopped into his pants then smiled brilliantly up at his mother. Italy picked up the blue shirt helping ease it over his head while Wolfram shoved his arms through the sleeves then tilted his head up for his locs of hair to be brushed and Italy giggled then happily moved the brush over Wolfram's hair styling it in a similar way to Giovanni's. THen both boys bolted for the open door running out into the hallway in a cacophony of stomping feet as they ran for the stairs to no doubt get downstairs to the main floor of the home where their Uncle would be. Already Italy could hear shouts of delight from Giovanni and Wolfram as they were no doubt embraced by their cousins. He straightened his own appearance out then worked on getting the boys bed made when he felt the presence behind him making him look over his shoulder to find his husband hovering in the doorway with a small smile on his lips.

Germany then walked into the room towards Wolfram's bed and began making the bed, pillows fluffed until it was spick and span making the German smile as he then looed over at his husband with warmth in those blue eyes of his. "I'm sorry ve had to get out of bed all of a sudden." Germany murmured as Italy tipped his head to the side lashes coming down to tickle his skin as he shook his head slowly but the Germanic Nation was quite ready to write off the sudden awakening for them both. "Don't vorry, I'm sure bruder vill tae the boys out. I vouldn't be surprised if he wasn't whispering to them right now about going out to some restaurant to spend time with him."

"If so then that'll be good for the boys! I now we don't really go out what with you and me being such good cooks it's not necessary for us to go out to eat often so I'm sure the boys will enjoy it! And besides I kind of wanted to talk to you today about somethings." Italy looked up at Germany throwing his arms around his neck and he didn't miss the flash of panic, of worry in his blue eyes and the Italian blinked himself before leaning upwards slightly. "Oh no! It's nothing bad! I just think that maybe we should...talk about what happened in November and how we're trying again, that's all. I just want to talk about things rather than us just running on assumptions about the other, you know?" He then offered a small smile as he danced up on his toes. "After all, fratello always told me that good communication is what makes a relationship open and stable!"

"That's vun thing I von't argue vith about your bruder." Germany sighed out but he leaned in pecking the tip of Italy's nose making the Italian beam up at him as they stood there, Italy's arms around his nec and his hands on his waist, swaying slightly back and forth in the middle of their sons bedroom. Italy smiled softly as he looed up at his husband, the adoration shining throuhg his brown eyes making Germany's cheeks flush a soft pink as he looked into Italy's face. A face that he loved above all else, something more precious to him than anything. He had been beyond pleased when Wolfram began talking on the features of Italy, a face that was worthy of love and face that would reveal to the world his thoughts long before he realized what he was doing."If he vasn't such an asshole sometimes I'm sure the things your bruder says vould make even the angriest person calm down. But he's such a snippy bastard that I vonder how Spain puts up vith it."

"Romano is just special person! Spain has been in love with Romano forever now so he's used to his attitude! Just like you're used to mine!" Italy chirped as he bounced on his toes before settling bac on his feet and smiled brilliantly at his husband as he played with the hair at the bac of his head lightly as not to mess up the styling Germany had it in. He clutched his hands together tightly against his neck after a moment of playing with his hair and smiled. "Now I think that, after our talk, we should do something nice! I can make lunch for us all! Does that sound nice to you?"

"You know it does, liebling. Now let's go downstairs und see just vhat kind of chaos mein bruder is up too, shall we?" Germany questioned as he moved his hands from Italy's waist then turning to offer his arm to the Italian who wrapped both arms around it excitedly as they waled across the room arm in arm with one another when the blonde peeked at his little husband. He had gone into such a deep depression, such an inconsolable state of sadness when he miscarried that sometimes Germany worried about his husband slipping bac into that blac mood of his, a mood where even Germany failed to pull him from. He was scared of his husband slipping bac into a depression like that if he were to miscarry again and while it had been nearly two months since the miscarriage there was still fear when it came to the thought of Italy becoming pregnant. He felt Italy's arms tighten around his own as they entered the hallway, shutting the door behind him and turning to Italy with a smile on his lips. "Ich liebe dich, meine Liebe."

"Anch'io ti amo, Ludwig." Italy replied softly with a pin flush to his cheeks as he looked up at Germany with delight sparling in those brown eyes of his and there was nothing Germany wanted more than to make sure that his husband stayed happy. There was nothing he wouldn't do in order to make sure he stayed happy and as they waled down the hallway to the stairs Italy once again tightened his arms around Germany's arm as if he needed to readjust his hold on the man, as if he needed to cling onto him just a little longer in order to feel secure. And Germany, ever the loving partner, knew that if Italy needed to hold onto him in order to feel secure or simply wanted to hold onto him tightly that he would let the Italian cling onto him fervently whenever he lied. He just wanted to now that Italy was happy, healthy and that he new he loved him. Those were the things that Germany needed to be secure in just lie he needed his children to now he adored them. He loved his small family and there was nothing he wanted more than to make sure that they were loved, that they were adored, that they new that he would do anything for them and he turned his head kissing Italy's head making the Italian murmur something in Italian before aiming a smile bac at Germany. Truly, deeply did he love his husband. Truly,deeply would he do anything in order to mae his husband happy. Anything. No matter how absurd, no matter how insane it truly was Germany knew that he would do it if it meant securing the Italian's happiness.

"Papa! Papa, Uncle Gilbert and Uncle Roddy wanna take us to the park!" Germany blinked himself out of his thoughts as to find themselves waling down the stairs and Wolfram at the bottom of it smiling up at him hopefully. His blue eyes were sparkling just like Italy's did when he was determined to get something done , sparkling with hope, and the smile curled on his lips was lopsided when his eyes then flicked to his mother and he clasped his hands together under his chin. "can we please go? It's early so there won't be a lotta other people there! I'll get to go on the swings as long as I want! So can we go, Mama? Papa?"

Giovanni cam rushing out of the living room hand in hand with Amelia, the little girl smiling at hre cousin delightfully and then up at her uncles with such enthusiasm that Germany found it hard not to smile bac at the little girl. Astrid barreled out of the living room in the same manner that her father would and she threw her arms around Wolfram's shoulders making the boy giggle happily as he reached up touching the bacs of her ghostly pale hands and her silver hair bounced against her forehead as she pressed her chee against his blonde locs of hair staring up at her Uncles with adoration burning from her ruby eyes. Then Prussia came swinging into the front foyer with a baby in his arms, a sparkle in his eyes that resembled his daughter's and the baby in his arms raised his hands upwards to tug at the Iron Cross around his father's throat and the albino smirked widely. "Oi, Vest! How are you doing this morning? Mind if I kidnap the tvins for a couple hours?"

"Please, Papa?" Wolfram's voice ws begging, his blue eyes wide as he bounced onto his toes in his cousin's arms making her giggle lightly but then she turned her own expression into a begging one and so did Amelia as they all leveled their wide begging expressions on their faces. It quite put Germany into an awkward position as he then looed to his husband only to find that Italy was widening his own brown eyes at Germany making him jump in surprise and Wolfram was jiggling himself fast in his cousin's arms as he knotted his hands together pressing them underneath his chin. "Papa, pleeease? I wanna go to the par!"

"Please, Vati? Mutti? Could we go?" Giovanni asked softly looing up at his parents with a rather desperate loo to his own face as his brown eyes sparkled with that same begging loo that the rest of the children had on their faces, the same loo on Italy's face when Germany finally yaned his gaze away from his son bac to his husband who looed as though he was about to start begging along with their sons. It was strange to be put on the spot so suddenly but one loo at his brother , who wined playfully, set him at ease as the baby in his arms gurgled out a sound of delight lie he was also trying to reason with Germany and he scratched his temple.

"Fine, fine. You can go to the park vith your Uncle but only if you have breakfast at some point this morning." Germany replied as he continued down the stairs awkwardly with Italy clinging to him, holding his arm to his chest and once they got off of the stairs the Italian happily smiled at their sons with a brightness that nearly had the blonde man smiling as well. He wasn't one to give in so easily but the sight of four grinning children had him grateful that he had given in to their request and he reached out ruffling Astrid's short silver locs of hair making her smile widely. "I don't vant the children running on fumes all morning long, they'll crash earlier than normal und that's the last thing I vant for them. So feed them, Gilbert."

Prussia held the baby with one arm in order to salute at Germany. "Sir, yes, sir! I'll be sure to get them breakfast right avay!" Austria smacked at the albino who dissolved into cackles as he adjusted his hold on the baby in his arms and Prussia's ruby eyes sparkled at Germany playfully. "I'll take good care of the tvins und I'll make sure that they eat lunch too if we're still out und about. You got nothing to vorry about, Vest! Now come on, children! Get coats and boots! Time for a morning of fun vith Onkel!" The boys cheered throwing their arms up delightedly and rushed towards the shoe tree grabbing their pairs of boots then shoving them onto their feet then bouncing on their toes for their coats which Austria got down for them and Prussia smired. "I have vun thing to as of you though. You have to vatch trouble vhile ve're out."

The baby cooed as if agreeing with his father his fingers stuffing their way into his mouth chewing on them lazily as his large ruby eyes flickered towards his uncles and Italy smiled brilliantly at the implication, the longing easy to ready in his brown eyes as he released Germany's arm. "Of course we can watch him! The diaper bag is in the living room I assume?" Italy questioned as he sipped from Germany's side to accept the baby from Prussia who smiled widely at the Italian, a familiar sparkle in his eye as the Italian accepted the baby who squealed at the sight of a new person. "Oh loo at you! Such a big boy! He's what, six months old now? My goodness that makes you such a big boy! Growing up so fast, Uncle needs to see you more!"

"Danke for looing after trouble! It's easier to focus on four ids without worrying about the baby. We'll come bac for lunch if you're villing to cook, little Italy!" Prussia then turned to his nephews who were bundled up with a thick coat and a scarf around their throats just like their cousins and he smiled. "But for now I think it's time for us to head on out! Ve'll be bac later! Call me if there's any problem vith trouble there!" He then reached out snatching Austria's hand and throwing the door open allowing the children to run out the door and slamming the door behind them.

Germany heard the jingle of dog collars from the living room but no dog had made an appearance yet and he turned to italy who was crooning quietly in Italian to the child in his arms and he beamed at the blonde when he caught him staring. Germany loved the sight of the baby in Italy's arms, a sight so perfect that he couldn't help but want to give him something as perfect as a child but again there was that little prickle of fear at the thought. Were they ready? Was it possible to be ready two months after a tragedy as they suffered? But if they weren't ready now would they ever be ready? Germany bit his lip as the thoughts surged through his mind but he smiled when Italy then began waling to the itchen with the baby held securely in his arms, babbling bac at his crooning uncle lie they were carrying on a conversation and Germany smiled softly as he followed after the both of them. As long as it was right, as long as they were ready for it, he knew there was nothing that he could love more than a child from his husband. He just had to believe that they were ready and if they were then the child would be a welcomed member of the family.