Alexander- Seven months Old
Poppy and Henri - Nine months old
Salvador - Seven months old
Nikolai - Eight Months old

Helena - Six months old
Sunneva- Seven months old

Cecilia - Two months
Wilhelm - one month
Aaliyah - One month

"It's so quiet!"

"I know."

"What'd you think they're doing now?"

"No clue."

"Do you think they miss us?"

"Probably not, they both have friends there."

"But-But we're there all the time!"

"I know."

"I miss them, Norge!"

"I know you do, Dane."

Denmark pouted hardcore at his wife's back, Nikolai resting on his hip looking around at everything with his wide blue eyes. Sven and Abel had both left for school, Abel being in second grade and Sven in sixth grade or something, he was lonely without his sons in the house screaming or Sven playing chess with Norway. It was so quiet other than the occasional babbles Nikolai gave when Denmark perked up. He then walked up behind Norway and slid his arms around his waist happily and rested his chin on his free shoulder, more than away of Nikolai immediately fisting his shirt tightly.

"Mathias, don't you start." Norway stated in a warning tone, his eyes concentrated on making some eggs he'd been craving lately and Nikolai cooed gently as he kicked his legs softly against his stomach. "Nikolai isn't any where close to passing out and we're running out of condoms."

Denmark tried smiling as he rubbed Norway's hips, the way he knew made the other Nation lustful, but frowned lightly when they were slapped away. "But, Lukas-"

"No! Unless you want to buy more condoms don't bother! And don't say "well we can do it one time unprotected" no we can't, Sven was that case and I'm not having another baby!" Norway snapped then turned his head gaze on Denmark who seemed to have an idea brewing when he pulled away and snatched his car keys up off the table. "Where are you going?"

"To do what you just said!" He chirped as he pulled his boots on and stood up walking past pecking Norway on the top of his head. "To get some condoms!"

"Oh my god," Norway mumbled as he covered his face with his free hand and groaned when Denmark was out of the house in a heart beat. He looked at Nikolai and sighed as he stroked the blonde locks on his soft head and he cooed happily. "Your father is an idiot."

Nikolai gurgled lightly like he was talking back and Norway then smiled gently at his son, his blue eyes bright as they looked into his mother's face. Nikolai was his last baby and he was going to cherish that! Well, not the last baby ever, but last baby for some time and he reminded himself that it was good enough. His three son's all different but seemed to remind him so intensely of Denmark. Sven looked like his father but acted more like himself while Abel looked more like him and acted more like Denmark but he had no idea who Nikolai would act like when he got bigger.

He sighed. "I can't wait to see you grown up but don't grow up too fast just yet." He sighed out as he finished up the eggs, carefully dumping them onto a plate and putting it in the sink of cold water, submerging it and reminding himself to clean it when he was done. He grabbed a fork, his plate and sat down shifting Nikolai to sit on his thigh. He took a scooping bite of his eggs and Nikolai watched with wide eyes and whined. "Hm? You hungry? Let Mamma get the high chair and some food."

He stood up then plopping Nikolai on the kitchen floor and walked to the corner dragging the high chair over, picked Nikolai up again and put him inside, figuring out the straps and smiled when Nikolai squealed excitedly. He snapped the tray in place firmly and walked to the cabinet grabbing a jar of baby food, his special soft spoon from the drawer and sat down turning his chair to face the high chair. He took another bite of his eggs, taking a breath through his nose, opening the jar and stirred it up before deciding to get it a little warm, stood up and placed in the microwave for about six seconds and felt he lightly warmed food with his finger and then sat back down. He was just scooping a spoonful of food and pushing it into Nikolai's mouth as he ate it slowly and he lightly scooped food onto his mouth when it oozed out when Denmark came slamming into the house.

"I got them!" He shouted proudly as he walked into the kitchen and pouted at the sight of both wife and son eating, but not for the wrong reason. He honestly hoped that Nikolai would, by some miracle, be asleep by the time he came home but it was just a ten minute interval he was gone and it was too much hope an eight month old was out cold in ten minutes.

"Fine, bring them upstairs. I don't want them hanging around." Norway instructed as he scooped another glob of the baby food into Nikolai's open, waiting mouth as he flapped his arms."God forbid Sven or Abel finds them!"

"I won't let them." He pouted stuffing them in his pocket and he then smiled as he picked up Norway's fork and when he opened his mouth to protest Denmark had eggs on the fork ready and shoved it into his wife's mouth who eyed him but strangely appreciated it. It went on like that for some minutes while Norway fed Nikolai and Denmark fed him, like a strange little feeding train. He finished eating quickly and Denmark stood up and set to work on washing the pan, spatula and plate along with the fork. He dried and put them away as Norway finished up feeding Nikolai.

"So, want to watch a movie while Nikolai plays on in his saucer?" He asked looking at Denmark with a raised brow, holding his hand out for a sponge which was tossed into his hand and he wiped up up Nikolai's face making him lightly whine in protest as the tray was pulled off and he was unbuckled, lifted, and on Norway's hip when he looked at Denmark raising a brow.

"Do I get to pick the movie?" Denmark asked curiously as he took Norway's hand who nodded and he smiled brightly. "Then let's go watch this shit!"

"Mom! Dad! We're home!" Sven shouted from the doorway, taking his hat off which let his bangs flop over his eye and face lightly, annoyingly, and pulled his coat off with his boots putting them away neatly with Abel walking in and doing the same.

"Where's Papa and Mamma?" He asked curiously looking up at Sven, dull blue eyes curious and shining with the motion, while Sven's own blue eyes seemed closed and tired. He sighed moving his hand through his hair and Abel yawned loudly.

"Let's find them and, if they're here, we go take naps. Deal?" He got out when a yawn slid from his tightly pressed lips and he fought the urge not to yawn again. Abel nodded like a cute blonde bobble head and they walked into the kitchen first, looking around and Sven then walked to the living room with Abel trailed. "Oh."

"What?" He whined looking around and noticed Nikolai sleeping on in his back, where his little play mat was, and he was drooling cutely. He then noticed Mamma and Papa on the couch sleeping, limbs all tangled up and cheeks red from sleepy making Abel giggle. "They took a nap too!"

"Mhmmm." Sven nodded then held a hand out for Abel to take and the six year old looked up at the eleven year old curiously. "Let's go to our rooms and take naps as well now."

Abel yawned loudly before he could stop himself and took Sven's held out hand, letting himself be pulled quietly across the room to the stairs by the living room. He yawned again as they climbed up the stairs and he walked sluggishly down the hallway to his bedroom and Sven let go of his hand to go to his own. Abel entered his room, putting his school bag on the floor glad Uncle Fin picked them up when Mamma and Papa didn't answer the phone but he was tired as heck. He rubbed his eyes, digging the heels in, and he walked to his bed sitting down staring around the room. With Niki sleeping, his parents sleeping, the tv off and he not owning one in his own room Abel was more than aware of the silence and as a six year old he hated that. He wanted to shriek, run, make noise but his parents barely slept it seemed with Niki screaming at night sometimes, so he clenched his jaw and when he thought of laying in his room, alone with the silence wrapping around him, he was jumping up.

He rushed out of his open door whining lightly, just barely, as he ran to his big brother's room and hesitated by the shut door his heart pounding in his chest softly. He raised a small fist knocking and bit his lip hoping Sven would let him in seeing as his big brother was always wanting to be alone and didn't play as much as he did months before he turned eleven years old. He looked up in shock when the door swung open and his brother stood in a night shirt and pajama pants when Sven raised a brow. "Yeah?"

Abel swallowed nervously and played with the bottom of his shirt. "Um, I know you don't like me annoying you and stuffs but, um, it's quiet. And-And I don't like it and I wanted to, uh, ask if I could sleep with you this one time."

Sven squinted at his brother intensely as the six year old fidgeted then whined looking up through his blonde lashes and Sven sighed rubbing his eyes tiredly. He knew he was trying to be too mature for his age but he was eleven! He was two years shy of being an actual preteen and his brother, six years old now, would be seven or eight then and he really shouldn't push the 'let's please sleep together' thing anymore but his brother was needy. He needed someone to sleep with him if it was too quiet and Sven, sadly and guiltily, understood for he was the same just four or so years ago. He finally sighed opening his door widely and Abel stared with wide eyes.

"Come on, get in here. I don't want too much warmth getting out." He sighed out when Abel rushed in and he shut the door softly then turned to his brother. Sven was able to have a space heater in his room, as it did get unbearably cold even with the heat in the house, so he got a little extra. Abel normally slept with one but it'd broken the other day when he decided to play with it so their parents put it in when Abel was just about to fall asleep so he'd be warm during the night.

"So, nap time?" Abel asked looking at the bed as if it would bite him and Sven realized Abel was being extra cautious of everything around him and he felt bad. Last time Abel came in his room he touched something he shouldn't have and Sven shrieked at him, shoved him out and said never to touch a single thing in his room again and that resulted in this. Abel asking hesitantly, cautious and scared to do anything without permission.

"Nap time. Come on, get in bed, I want to sleep." Sven sighed out lightly as he climbed into bed, the side near his wall, Abel rushing over and jumping in when Sven let the blankets fall over them thick and warm already. Sven realized as he put his head down his brother was like a little space heater practically as Abel actually cuddled up to him and he closed his eyes.

He normally would find it strange but his brother's small body was nice and he hugged Abel tightly, his face ending up in his hair and promised silently to do more with his little brother. Sven truly felt bad for half the time he was acting superior and like a major douche but as he hugged Abel, he could only think of the hopefully puppy face Abel gave him a lot and he would beg to play with Sven only to be pushed away by the elder and he felt unworthy of hugging his brother. He wasn't a good big brother, was he? Not someone to be admired right? He felt like crying when small arms were hugging him back and Abel smiled softly closing his own eyes as Sven opened his slightly.

"You're a good big brother, Sve." He mumbled as he shivered lightly then relaxed in the growing heat of the room and under the blanket. Sven felt the weight of tears heavier than ever in his eyes at Abel's words and he forced a little smile hugging his brother just a fraction of an inch tighter.

"And you're not so bad to have as a little brother, Abe." He murmured in response as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and as the silence settled he felt the whole school day crash on him and even if he had homework sleep beckoned him. Sven only hoped Nikolai would be like Abel so he would have someone to play with and Nikolai would have a brother that would shower him with all the attention he could ever want, a feat Sven wasn't good at as he was too much like their mother. But he hoped, prayed, he could be a better big brother to the both of them. It was just something he'd have to do one step at a time but even then Abel's words were a little comfort he was going in the right direction.