Francis took turns blowing raspberries on the children's tummies as Arthur got ready for his meeting that day. Before Arthur left the house, Francis grabbed him by the arm and gave a quick kiss on his cheek. Arthur jumped back and blushed but refrained from saying anything.
The door closed and France was once again left alone to take care of the infants. He crept into the living room. The house still smelled of tea.
America had fallen asleep on the carpet while Francis said goodbye to Arthur. Matthew on the other hand sat up with his thumb sticking in his mouth.
"How did God create such beautiful creatures, Matthew?" Francis asked. More to himself than to the Canadian in front of him.
Francis picked up the sleeping Alfred and the wiggling Matthew and took them upstairs. He sat Alfred in the crib and carried Matthew to the rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom.
"Matthew, can I confess something to you," Francis asked as he began rocking the infant, "You have to promise to keep it a secret."
Canada blinked up at the Frenchman and continued to suck his thumb.
"There's only been two people I ever truly loved in my life. Of course I've been with many women and men before, but it never lasted longer than a couple days really. Nations can't get married and start families of their own. I guess that's why many of us resort to taking other countries over. Because we desire companionship. We crave love and belongingness... I had to learn the hard way. You've never met her, Matthew, but I've told you the story a million times before. Joan. It was a love that could never be. And she loved me back. However, she also kept her faith in God. Which I respected. But I'll never forget the day she left. It's-... Well, you know the story. I don't want to bring back old memories when I have such a beautiful child in my arms."
Francis let out a sigh and looked down at the baby snuggling his chest. Canada had fallen asleep with his mouth hung open and his slobbery hand holding France's shirt. France gleamed at the beautiful nation in his arms. This was the closest he would ever have to getting his own child. And, he was surprisingly okay with it.
He shuffled to the crib and laid the Canadian next to his brother.
"Matthew," Francis whispered, "If you want to know who the second person I ever loved is; it's Arthur."
