So! To keep track of the babies ages I decided to make a little key thing like with the pregnancies! So I'll be posting the pregnancies as well so it might look a bit like a mess but here it is!

Alexander- Two months old
Poppy and Henri - Three months old
Salvador- Two months old
Fritz- Nine months old
Nikolai- Two months old
Aili- Six months old
Helena- One month old
Sunneva- Two months old

Pregnancy~

Prussia- One month
China - One month
Italy- Two months

The wailing was louder than Henri's making France jerk as he looked up from his desk, hiding in his office to look over paper work. Canada was working as well but most of his time was taken up by the twins, now three months old, needing a lot of their mother's time and patience. France always found his wife asleep in bed just minutes after managing to eat dinner and slept for long hours in the night, leaving France to take care of the children should they wake.

France stood up with his reading glasses still in place, his hair tied back, walked to his office door pulling it open looking out only to have a frazzled Canada rushing past. "Mon amour!" France called out as his wife disappeared into the nursery only for France to stand out in the hall, hand on the door frame. It took a while but the wailing soon faded and Canada came stumbling out of the nursery.

"I'm sorry, I had to get her binky." Canada sighed out as he walked to France to stand in front of him. France's eyes widened at the pale coloring, paler than normal, of the Canadian's face, his growing greasy hair and the dark blue rings under his eyes that lacked his glasses, black jeans on and one of his shirts with the French flag.

"Oh mon doux Canadien!" France gasped as he cupped his wife's face, blue eyes shimmering like he would cry, his brows tight together. "Oh, mon amour! Why 'aven't you been sleeping! You look ex'austed!"

"I'm okay!" Canada rushed to assure his husband as his arms circled France's waist and smiled at him but his words were swallowed by a large yawn that got out. He rested his head on France's chest. "Babies take a lot out of you, I'm finding. It's hard to believe its December already. Did you know Alfie is taking his kids to his home for the winter to give England a break?"

"Interesting. But I'm more interested in getting you to bed. You need rest!" France ordered as he hugged his Canadian tight and stroked the soft platinum blonde locks. He needed a shower, desperately, good nights sleep and some food. France kissed the top of his head. "I will take care of the children while you sleep. You need it."

Canada, who's eyes had been closed, opened surprising him. He had no knowledge of his eyes shutting in the first place. "But you have work-"

"I can do it later. Right now, mon amour, you must sleep." France ordered gently as he pushed the tired, swaying Canadian towards their bedroom and there he disappeared easily leaving France fretting in the hall as he followed to make sure Canada was in bed, which he was, out cold already. He sighed when Poppy crying out for attention and he sped out into hallway and to the nursery quickly before Canada could even twitch.

He rushed to the nursery, a bit concerned Canada would wake up at a moments notice, as he entered the nursery rushing over to his daughter's little bassinet. Large blue eyes glistened with tears that rolled her red cheeks as she kicked her little legs kicked slightly in impatience as she looked up at France. He picked her up, making soft crooning noises already as he pacified the baby.

"What is wrong, petite fille?" France murmured to his daughter who whined, her blue eyes troubled when he smiled then, understanding. "Ah! Did you poop, petite fille? Or wee-wee and are uncomfortable? Let Papa take care of it!"

France spun on his heel to the changing table, Poppy whining lightly still, as he placed her on the table. He unbuttoned her onesie, opening her diaper that was indeed heavy with urine and the moment he took it off she was all giggles and smiles. He smiled back unable to help himself, the three month old too precious to him then, like a little star. His only daughter. The only girl in a same-sex parent relationship and an older brother along with a twin brother. How was he going to help her when she, er, matured? He shook his head hard, the heavy wet diaper still in his hands as he dumped it in the little trash bin and looked down at her, blue eyes sparkling as she cooed softly. She was three months old! Not even close to maturing when her only problems was not getting enough attention, is hungry or tired.

"My little girl~" France cooed as he grabbed a fresh diaper, put a little baby powder in, just a sprinkle barely there, then put the diaper back on making her gurgle in amusement as he buttoned up her onesie again and lifted her up bouncing her just a tiny bit. "There you are~! All fresh and 'appy for Papa~"

"Papa?" France blinked, looking at his daughter who gurgled and began blowing spit bubbles to amuse herself then looked down at Austynn and smiled.

"Ah! My little Austynn, 'ow can Papa 'elp you?" France asked as he squatted, Poppy still blowing spit bubbles while gurgling lightly and he chuckled but looked at his son's troubled face. "What is wrong?"

"Papa, what do...what do you do when you like two people?" Austynn asked softly, fidgeting, the seven year old troubled. His birthday was coming up, January eleventh, but he didn't look anything like the excited birthday boy to be he usually was.

"Is my little Austynn 'aving romance problems already?" France asked genuinely curious as Austynn blushed and his glasses glinted when he jerked. He was so cute~ Just like his mother!"'ang on, let me get Poppy situated and check on Henri and I will be right with you, I promise!"

"Merci!" Austynn exclaimed happily as he stood there, rocking on his feet as France straightened and looked at Poppy who stopped blowing spit bubbles, her chin slick with drool but she looked content enough to lay down so he placed her in her bassinet.

He then turned her little mobile on that had little polar bears and, yes, wine bottles with music thank came out in gently tinkles of notes that made her blue eyes widen and stare upwards giggling. France turned to Henri's bassinet then smiled noticing the violet eyed twin was out cold, sleeping peacefully and he reached down stroking a lock of blonde hair before turning to Austynn nodding.

"Let us go and talk, little Austynn." France murmured as he took his son's hand, turning the light off with glow int he dark stars glowing and Poppy gurgled her good bye as they exited, leaving the door open slightly.

"Papa, where's Maman?" Austynn asked tilting his head as he held France's hand tight as they walked down the hall. He really didn't get his parents attention much anymore, not that he didn't understand, but he felt lonely and soaked up as much of his parents attention as he could when they didn't fuss or take care of the twins. He clung to France's hand who smiled softly.

"Maman is getting well deserved rest. 'e is working 'imself ragged over the twins so I decided to 'elp 'im. Don't worry, Maman already got all your party things and presents wrapped so I can set it up for tomorrow, if that's what your worried about~" France teased as he squeezed Austynn's hand, walking down the stair case. Little did anyone know they were staying in Canada's home, the wooden house big and spacey but warm with Austynn's art work and the twins baby toys scattered around. Plus the whole lodge and cabin feel was nice~

"A little." Austynn admitted then, as they reached the bottom of the stairs, looked up at his father. "But I'm glad Maman is sleeping, he needed rest and the twins were driving him crazy. But you're tired too, Papa, I can tell."

"I am fine, Austynn~" France assured as they walked in the living room that France noted would have to be cleaned before Canada woke, he sat by the couch near the fire place as winter had taken it's grip making everything colder and he sighed at the warmth. Sure, they had a thermostat but they rarely used it in favor of the fire place. Of course the thermostat was used when they went to bed to keep them warmer than a fire place.

"Okay..." Austynn stared at his father worriedly but sat on the floor in front of him and looked up at him from under his lashes shyly.

France smiled bright at his son, blue eyes excited and happy to be spending time with his eldest, crossing his right left over his left knee and nodded. "It's okay! Me and Maman will get sleep and it will all be okay tomorrow morning~ But now! What is it that is troubling you in the romance department, mon précieux? Tell me everything and I will 'elp~"

Austynn woke up the next morning, not feeling eight years old, as the day started with the twins shrieking and his parents bustling so he felt like it was any other day and was saddened. He even felt tears that pushed at his eyes and threatened to well in his eyes but he rubbed them away as he fought his sadness down. He got up pushing the blankets down, cheeks flushed with warmth and the impending tears, when he climbed out of bed hearing silence then strangely but he ignored it, grabbing his birthday outfit.

It was a cute little black shirt and a sweat shirt with a panda on it in front of it holding a French flag and Canadian flag in it's paws, dark blue jeans and socks. He pulled it all on, looking adorable like his mother without the glasses and he grabbed his own little brush and brushed his hair feeling like a big boy. His hair was growing shaggy, like his father's, then smiled. He didn't mind it but he knew he'd get a hair cut sooner or later but he'd marvel at the length for a bit. He finally sighed and, dejectedly, went out of his room his socks sliding easily over the hardwood floor and he giggled quietly to himself momentarily forgetting his sadness.

He then skated down the hall from his room on the wooden floor planks, his socks making him feel like he was ice skating. He giggled, spinning happily, until he got to the stairs and carefully walked down them with soft thumping noises of his feet. He yawned then surprisingly then rubbed his eyes, waking up further, then walked to the living room looking around curiously then walked into the kitchen. The lights clicked off and at the table, a small cake rested there that was meant for one person with one candle it in compared to the larger cake he saw with eight unlit candles.

"Happy birthday, Austynn! My big boy!" Canada cheered then jumping up making Austynn's eyes widen gently and France, leaning against the counter with a wine glass filled with velvet colored wine smiled warmly at his son.

"'appy birthday, Austynn~ 'ow does it feel to be eight years old?" France asked gently when Austynn realized both his parents were wide awake and smiling at him like he was the most special person in the world.

His little brother and sister asleep in little swings by their feet but as he stared at his mother's warm face that glowed but had a reminiscent look in his violet eyes and his father's own reminiscent look with warmth had tears welling from this morning. They came unannounced dripping down his cheeks, fast, as his lip trembled hard and he hiccuped lifting his hands rubbing his eyes softly as tears dripped. He wasn't used to that much attention in a while, or the looks of warm happiness, that he couldn't stop the tears and he felt bad he was getting their full attention. But he found he was happy he did, even happy his little brother and sister were there, that when he looked up his parents staring in concern, he smiled brightly despite the tears dripping down his cheeks and off his chin, some sliding down his little neck and others landing on his sweatshirt, his violet eyes resembling watery lilacs and his smile got bigger as he laughed watery.

"Merci! Merci beaucoup, Maman! Merci beaucoup, Papa!" Austynn got out brightly, so bright, it reminded them of America when the Nation had those rare lapses of depression and crying jags, but were pulled from that when Austynn rushed forward and hugged his parents and nuzzled their sides then blinked in surprise then stroked his hair.

"You're welcome, darling." Canada softly murmured as he stroked his son's platinum blonde locks as he sobbed happily and France smiled, took a sip of his wine, offered Canada sip who took it and they took deep breathes.

"Now, 'ow about we eat this some cake and wait for your friends to come for the party?" France asked making Austynn pull back, scrubbing his eyes then beamed upwards his face flushed but so happy it was like staring at the sun. Austynn nodded happily making his hair bounce lightly as his eyes sparkled brightly at his father and France couldn't help but feel blessed to have such adorable people in his life.