Alexander- One years Old
Salvador - Nine months old
Helena - Eight months old
Sunneva- Nine months old
Cecilia - Three months old
Wilhelm - Two months old
Aaliyah - Two months old
"Luddy, good morning~" Italy chirped happily when Germany opened his eyes, which the lashes stuck together for a few moments and he blinked groggily then smiled softly at the sight of his wife up and chipper already. It was seven in the morning as well which came as a double shock.
"Guten morgen, Feli." Germany got out in a hoarse voice that was thick with sleep and he sat up, leaning back on his hand rubbing his eyes with his free hand and opened his eyes again.
His bangs flopped onto his forehead, making him look as young as Wolfram or Giovanni. "Vhat are you doing up so early? Normally you get up at ten und even then it's hard to drag your sleepy butt out of bed."
Italy giggled. "I know! But that was before Cecilia came along, she wakes me up at night and sometimes it's hard to go back to sleep!" Germany took note of the bundle, something he didn't notice upon first waking up, in his wife's arms and he smiled softly.
"I vonder how the boys are holding up vith their little sister." Germany mused softly standing up out of bed, a yawn escaping him, and he walked over by the closet where Italy was standing with Cecilia in his arms. "May I hold her?"
"Oh! Si! Of course!" Italy babbled as if surprised Germany was even asking and he stepped forward transferring the baby over. It was hard to believe Cecilia was three months old now when Germany kept seeing her as the small infant she was once was.
"I'm glad she got your hair color at least," Germany murmured as he stroked Cecilia's soft brown wisps of hair and she giggled as her blue eyes, identical to Germany's, raised and looked up at him. She seemed to lack the curl her mother and brother's both possess, something he was grateful for, but he was sure she must have an erogenous spot just like him. He just hoped to never know it was.
"I was honestly hoping she looked like you. Blonde hair and your eyes! Like Wolfram!" Italy chirped when his daughter's blue eyes flicked to his in response and was all smiles for him. He smiled gently at this when he reached out stroking her silky cheek happily."Ooo! Or maybe your hair and my eyes! Cause she got my hair and your eyes!"
"It's nice to think about." Germany murmured as he lightly stroked Cecilia's other cheek making her giggle lightly and curl her fingers excitedly. "She's perfect und that's all that matters. Ve have two boys, one girl, und so the five of us happy."
"It feels complete~" Italy chirped then smiled at his daughter. Could this day be any more perfect?
"Wolfram! You arshloch!" They jerked when they heard Giovanni shrieking and a blur of blonde went by with laughter and a brown blur followed angrily. "Give it back!"
"Never!" Wolfram shrieked back as they thumped down the stairs so fast it was a wonder how they never fell down. Wolfram ran into the living room, dancing over and around the baby toys, and ran to the other side of the coffee table laughing breathlessly as his blue eyes danced. Giovanni, on the other hand, slammed his hands on the coffee table his amber eyes seething.
"Give it back!" Giovanni shrieked again when Wolfram waved his favorite item since birth, his floppy eared dog that resembled their father's golden retriever. "Sohn einer hündin!"
"Hey!" Germany bellowed making both six year old boys jump half out of their skin and turn rickety to look at their father. Their mother had Cecilia in his arms, amber eyes concerned and wide, the baby gurgling and Wolfram, with Giovanni, gritted their teeth. "Vhat in the vorld is going on?"
"He took my freaking dog!" Giovanni shrieked pointing at Wolfram who narrowed his blue eyes and kicked the leg of the table hard making his brunette twin whip to face him, amber eyes hard in challenge.
"I did not! You let me hold it! Bugiardo!" Wolfram shouted pointing back at Giovanni, both tense like harsh springs. The twins always fought but Germany never heard such foul language out of Giovanni's mouth and he wondered where the six year old picked it up.
"Oi!" Germany shouted above their shrieking and he planted his hands on his hips. "I don't know vhere you got that language but if you use is again, Giovanni, you'll be punished! It's naughty und I don't vant to hear you use it again!"
"Vati!" Giovanni's face turned red with his anger and shame, but he looked like a tomato looked like he was about to explode. He glared at Wolfram's giggles.
"Wolfram, you give it back to your bruder." Germany ordered gesturing the stuff animal to Giovanni when wide blue eyes met his and he glared. "Now."
"No!" Wolfram finally snapped holding the dog to his chest surprising Germany and Italy. Wolfram never disobeyed but here he was, doing that now, when Giovanni slammed his small fists on the table and gained his brother's attention.
"Give it back or I'll rip your arms off, you dumb blonde!" He shrieked at his brother who tensed up like a dog ready to fight and Germany opened his mouth when Italy shrieked his name. Wolfram was throwing the dog on the floor and throwing himself across the table and wailing on his brother.
"Wolfram!" Italy shrieked at his son when he noticed small fists slamming into Giovanni's face making red marks. "Germany, do something!"
"Stupid brunette!" Wolfram shrieked at his brother who yelled in pain and reached up grabbing the golden locks of his elder twins hair. He ripped and pulled kneeing when he could, both shrieking wordlessly and scratching, clawing, punching and kicking when possible until they were one heap of violence. That is until Germany reached in and yanked the boys apart by their shirts but they remained in slapping and kicking range.
"Enough!" Germany roared at the boys who flinched with wide eyes. "Rooms! Now!"
He placed them down glaring severely and even Italy had a face of stone. The boys fought so much lately, sure being six and all you fought with your siblings but this was an aggressive, angry fighting they went all out on without stopping. Both were panting hard when Giovanni felt the weight of tears in his eyes and Wolfram's blue eyes welled with the same tears, like a mirror opposite, both had red marks and scratches. They then turned to the stairs shoving past Germany and Italy beginning to climb when Italy held the whimpering Cecilia tight.
"What kind of example are you setting for your sister!" Italy demanded of his sons as they got to the top of the stairs, Wolfram turned and he was struck at tears gushing down his normally cheerful son. He clenched his fists tight as he blinked and sent big pearly tears down his face which fell like a house of cards.
"I hate her! She ruined everything!" Wolfram screamed pointing at the baby, his face crushed and Giovanni looked at his brother with the same stricken, fallen face as his twin and Italy felt his chest ache. How? How did he miss this? "It's all her fault!"
"Wolfram!" Germany barked but the twins took off, thumping feet down to their respective rooms. Italy held the now wailing Cecilia tightly and the doors slammed hard were the only answers Italy could answer before his lower lip trembled and tears rushed down his cheeks. Oh god, how did this happen?
"How do we solve this?" Italy whispered, hours later, the sun getting low in the sky streaking it with marigold and scarlet as the sun made it's departure. "I don't know what to do, Ludwig! What do we do?"
"I-I don't know." Germany stuttered out as he looked at his wife who paced the living room, Cecilia sleeping peacefully in her swing. "Ve have never experienced this before, Feli, I don't know vhat to do!"
"I...I think I have an idea but I don't think he'll do it." Italy whispered as he picked at his nails and looked up at Germany. "We could call Big Brother Prussia and Romano, they'll know! We can just call them up and-"
"Nein." Germany softly replied as he then moved his hands over his tightly gelled hair then walked in Italy's pacing path. He placed his hands on his shoulders and wide, conflicted golden irises glowed at him. His brows were pulled tight with distressed, his lower lip lightly trembling every once in a while, his lashes wet from sobbing. "Nein, ve need to do this. Not bruder or Romano, ve do. Us."
"But how?" Italy whispered again, his hands reaching up and holding onto Germany's wrists when horror swept over his face. "What if they're always going to be like this their entire life?"
"Nein! That von't happen!" Germany firmly stated but he lightly shook Italy, eyes blazing then like sapphires. "Ve just...ve need to talk vith them. They've been fighting for the last three months, vhile focusing on Cecilia. Ve haven't been giving much attention to their outbursts und giving many punishments."
"I know, Luddy. I feel so bad though!" Italy whispered and clung tighter to his wrists and Germany frowned softly then squeezed Italy's shoulders gently. He then slid his hands up framing Italy's face.
"Ve just have to talk vith them. Establish ground rules und actually talk vith them." Germany murmured then kissed the top of Italy's head and sighed ruffling some strands of hair."They're a hand full but they're boys."
"True. They used to be attached at the hip!" Italy replied in a mumble closing his eyes at the closeness of his husband and sighed. "I don't know what happened. Even though Romano and I aren't twins we acted like that when we together with Grandpa Rome and yet we're still close as hell! I worry about Wolfram and Giovanni."
"I'm sure you're not the only one vorrying about that." Germany sighed out when he stroked Italy's cheek bones lightly and then kissed his forehead. "Ve all have troubling, long pasts ve don't vant to see our children following, all of us Nations I can speak for on let us go und talk vith the boys for right now, try to understand them. I mean, I don't have any younger siblings but you und Romano have Seborga but you got along vell vith Seborga so I don't think you ever really minded him. The boys are six, they're most likely have a difficult time vith a baby in the house."
"So...should we go talk to them separately?" Italy asked looking up through his dark lashes at Germany and he sighed but smiled softly stroking Italy's cheeks gently.
"Vhy don't ve do it together? That vay ve don't have to relay messages und vhatnot." Germany replied with a soft smile and he rubbed his thumb across Italy's cheek softly with his thumb then pulled away. "Come, let's get this over vith. I'd have for something to settle that this kind of fighting is alright for them to do."
"Okay!" Italy nodded with determination when he looked down at the baby, his face becoming a mask of worry. "She'll be okay, right?"
"Right." Germany paused after a minute then smiled gently. "She's only three months old, she von't be going anyvhere."
"Alright, then." Italy squeezed out with concern still evident on his face as he was pulled gently to the stairs and climbed up them stilling looking to Cecilia long after they got to the top. Germany smiled softly as he squeezed Italy's hand softly in reassurance that Secilia will not be going anywhere and will be there when they went back down."Do you have any idea what we'll say to them?"
Germany looked at Italy, then smiled with amusement. He knew the twins were in the same room and as he approached the door he lightly rubbed his thumb against the back of Italy's hand. "They're twins, sveetheart. That means ve have two tiny beings that are either like you or like me, I'm sure you und I can cater to that und say something comforting to them. After all, like bruder says, if ve mess them up ve have Cecilia."
Italy blinked a few times then let out a burble of laughter and squeezed Germany's hand. "I think the twins are alright. But let's get this talk over with, okay? I just...don't want them to come to any conclusions without us in there."
"I know." Germany said for what felt like the thousandth time and he then lightly squeezed Italy's hand for what also felt like the thousandth time. "Ve should practice now, talks vith them. After all, before ve know it, they'll be teenagers und ve'll have more than just squabbles between them to vorry about."
Italy then got a soft, almost melancholic look as he reached out to grab the door knob and paused. "I don't know if I can even deal with them being teenagers, it feels like they'll always be the six year old's they are."
"I understand, sveetheart. Now, lets get this over vith und eat some lunch." Germany murmured to his wife who beamed at the prospect of eating lunch and turned the knob pushing the door open. A pair of watery blue eyes so guarded they almost looked gray looked up from long blonde bangs and wet, starred lashes and dark amber eyes that were juts as wet, rimmed red with his hair falling into his face as he pouted looking down and Italy took a breath with Germany. He let go of his hand and walked to his eldest sons, just three measly steps, and squatted smiling softly.
"I think it's time all four of us have a talk, si?" The twins shared a look and then nodded tentatively and he smiled boys, his twins, always so hesitant but also so precious and he sat on the floor, hoping this'll be cleared up. It was time to clear things up with the twins, the past three months, and Italy was more than determined to make this work and he reached out rubbing the tops of their heads, fingers tangled in the locks softly. He could already sense, call it mother's intuition, that there would be many more moments and he actually felt a small bubble of amusement as Germany sat next to him and he took another deep breath before starting what felt like a long talk.