Disclaimer: You must be terribly mistaken, I do not own Hetalia. However I do own my OCs, not the actual countries though.


It would have been a normal day in the Hapsburg house, if Miss Hungary hadn't come into Mr. Germany's office and told him Czech was sick. She was taking Mr. Austria, Prussia, and Slovakia to a parade. Due to the fact that Germany was always at home or in his office or doing work, she decided she could count on him to take care of Czech. Gilbert was more than excited to have Slovakia come along, he had the boy riding on his shoulders and letting him pretend he was in a hot air balloon or something like that. He and the young Slovakia got along wonderfully. "Please, Mr. Germany. I don't want Austria and Slovakia to get lost with Prussia again! You know what happened last time!" Hungary pleaded to Germany at his home desk.

The man let out a long sigh and put his glasses away. "Alright. Fine. I was going to go to the parade as well, but because you asked nicely-"

"Thank you so much, Ludwig!" Hungary screeched and hugged him from over his desk, which was a very awkward position to hug. It was more than likely very uncomfortable too. Once she was over her happiness she returned to her regular state at the other side of the desk. "Right now, Beta is sleeping, but please try to get her to drink some fruit juice or have some vegetables... She wouldn't eat when she woke up this morning." With that, Hungary left Germany to be confused.

The door slammed in the background, signifying that he was all alone in the house with the sickly chibi. Questions flooded his mind and bumped against the walls of his skull, trying to figure out which one was most important and how he was supposed to find the answer. There was only one thing he could do.

"I have to call Italy..." Germany realized out loud, then went to call the flamboyant nation.

The Italian took more time than usual in getting to the Germanic household, but he had things with him. These things consisted of -what looked to be- his entire medicine cabinet, his older brother, and Spain. "Ve~ Sorry it took so long to get here, Ludwig. I had to ask Romano where the medicine was, and he didn't know what medicine to bring, so we had to roll Antonio out of Ro-"

"Alright that's enough, Feli!" Romano yelled and hit his brother upside the head. His face had flared up to be bright red.

Spain was perky and happy and his hand hovered over Romano's curl, clearly he wanted to touch it and make the younger man's face turn even more red. The Spaniard had probably gotten an early morning lay in. "Well, I brought some tomatoes to help the chika feel better," offered Antonio as he held up a basket filled with freshly picked tomatoes. "Is she sleeping?"

"Ja, that's what Hungary said anyway. I checked on her half an hour ago," Germany answered.

Just then, the chibi came from around the corner, wrapped in a blanket that dragged on the ground. She carried a teddy bear about the size of her, and was sucking her thumb. It looked as if she was sleep walking, but Czech was not known to do that. "Awe, she's so cute!" Spain wailed with a big smile on his face. "I remember when Lovi was that small, he was so cute!"

"Shut up, Tomato Bastard!" Romano scowled and crossed his arms.

Germany on the other hand looked over to the girl. "Why aren't you in bed? I thought you were sick."

"I am sick. You weren't around and I couldn't sleep, so I got up to find some bread," grumbled Czech.

The only blond in the house sighed softly to himself. Was he supposed to be at her side all the time? Then Spain offered a tomato, the one thing she wouldn't eat if her life depended on it. Czech dropped her teddy and blanket, just to catch it. Spain tossed it to her, and she threw it at his face, only to have it hit him in the shoulder. "Go back to your bedroom, Beta," ordered Germany, now completely clueless as to what to do.

"Yes, sir..." The girl mumbled softly. Then she picked up her things and left to her room.

"Awe, now I have to wash up... I'm all sticky..." Tomato Bastard whined as he looked down at his shirt.

There was a plop and Spain turned to see that Czech had fallen asleep in the middle of walking to her room. When Germany went through the hallway and nearly tripped on her, Spain quickly ran and scooped her up into his arms. The girl was all sweaty and very warm and could probably use a nice bath from the looks of it. Her face was all scrunched up and she was clearly hurting in some sort of way and in some pain. Being in Spain's arms, Czech's hair soon gathered a considerable amount of tomato pieces into its tangled mess, surely she would have to bathe now.

"Put her in the bathtub, Spain. I'll get some drinking water," Germany grumbled, not even two hours into babysitting the chibi and there was already a mass of trouble. "Italy, will you get her nightgown out of her dresser?" Asked the man before he headed into the kitchen. The girl already thought Spain was a pedophile, and it wouldn't help if she was bathing naked with him. In all honesty, Germany agreed, Spain did act like a pedophile most of the time. By the time Germany returned to Czech, she was already in a long T-shirt that was actually Germany's. Italy had explained that he couldn't find the girl's nightgown and decided to just use one of Germany's shirts instead. "Italy, would you show Spain to Austria's bathroom so he can clean up?" The Aryan asked with a heavy sigh as he slicked his hair back into place. He handed Czech a glass of water, then picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter so he could get the bath water ready for her.

Italy, Romano, and Spain finally left to find Austria's bathroom, which they did rather loudly.

It was then that Germany suddenly took into consideration that a sickly child fell asleep easily, and a chibi easily fell asleep in the bathtub, and Czech often times fell asleep in the middle of her baths. So the man came to realize, he would have to bathe with the girl instead of simply give her a bath. After all, he didn't want her head to fall under the water when he wasn't looking. Once the water filled the claw foot tub, Germany set Czech into the water and soon joined her in his boxers. He then pulled her into his lap and began to wash the tomato remains out of her hair. Fortunately or unfortunately, she had already fallen asleep, lulled by the soothing, warm water.

The little nation was very cute when she looked like this. Completely calm, not worried at all, not even being loud. She murmured and hummed a little while she slept, but the sounds were cute and soft little mewls, nothing the German would ever want to disturb or stop. Her hair was finally covered in suds, and really, Czech looked a bit comical. A completely relaxed look on her face with hair all up in suds. It was adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Maybe one day, he could have a kid as cute as her. After rinsing the soapy suds out of the girl's hair, he leaned his back against the tub wall and held her close to his chest, above the water of course. Czech snuggled up close to him, head rested on his bosom, hands clenched at her chest and his bicep.

The shirt she was wearing pooled around her under the water and swayed a little with the slight current the bathwater had picked up from Germany's movement.


Now was a little different from then. Beta was stripping in the bathroom with the doors to her own room as well as Ludwig's wide open. She thought she was the only one in the house. Thought. Ludwig was supposed to be over at his friend, Feliciano's, house but the nation's brother did not want the German there. So, the meeting was cancelled, and Ludwig was still at home, secretly wondering how the hell he hadn't been spotted by the Czech woman yet.

His boots were already kicked off at the door to his room. His coat already hung neatly in his closet with the rest of his military gear. His hat sat on his nightstand. His socks, already in the laundry basket, ready to be washed. Ludwig, however stood at the bathroom doorway. In a rather obvious position, he waited for her to notice her presence as she waited for the tub to fill with water.

Beta was checking herself out in the mirror. Slim, boney fingers ran over her slightly toned ab muscle. There were six boxes on her stomach, a little pudge at her abdomen, where most women had some sort of flab. Her hair was short again, and had just recently been cut off to look more masculine and give her more time to sleep. It was always a bother to worry about hair in the morning, or so she always told him. Next her fingers ran over her very defined collar bone, over a scar on her shoulder. She cringed, looking sad as she gazed longingly into the mirror, then closed her eyes and sighed softly.

The Aryan took his chance to not scare her and lightly knocked on the door frame that he was leaning against. "Feli bailed," he explained quickly why he was still home rather than out with his friend.

The Czech woman jumped, completely startled, thoughts jumbled, and fell to the floor. Her body was quickly covered in a large towel that she was very possessive over. Scarred eyes closed tight and her face twisted in thoughts of pain and suffering. "I'm sorry, you just really scared me," murmured Beta softly as she leaned against the cupboards for support as she cradled herself.

It had taken a little while to get used to, but Ludwig was starting to warm up to the fact that he really was dating this woman. The most surprising part was that she never brought up World War II or the Nazi invasion of her country. Not even when she was vulnerable like this, the way every nation was at some point in their life. The man made sure his footsteps were soft and slow as he gradually made his way over to the Czech. Then he knelt down and lifted her into his lap. "Sh, it's all right."

"They're all dead! I can't stand it! All of them!" The young woman wailed as she clung to his black wife beater and shoved her face into his shoulder. He could feel the hot sweat, snot, and tears rolling off of her face and shoulders. "I don't want to remember, but I can't forget or they're all gone forever... I don't want to know, but I want to remember... I don't-"

"Sh," the German tried to sooth her as he pulled her closer and sat down against the cabinet, pulling her more into his lap as he did so. "I know. Calm down, you're going to hyperventilate," he warned gently with a soft sigh. Every nation fought with the same demon inside of them, the one that each of them knew would never go away. The young woman had opened her mouth to speak, but she only bit down on his shoulder instead. "It's over," Ludwig tried to soothe her.

The bath was full, so the man turned off the water and set the other nation inside, only to strip and join her. She just seemed so helpless. It was hard to believe that the great Germany had times like this as well, but he never showed it. Nor did anyone else for that matter. He knew his cousin Berwald had a thing for Tino, and figured that man was so strong he would never show Tino, even if he was begged. Maybe it was because Czech was a woman, or maybe it was because she was Austria's child. Either way, Ludwig slid into the water and held the smaller nation close, trying to comfort her and ease her back into reality. "What was it?" He asked softly as his ran his fingers over her ribcage then her stomach then tracing around her navel.

The younger nation shook her head childishly as she turned to lean against him more comfortably. "I don't... I don't want to talk about it..." She mumbled quietly and pressed her cheek against his chest. "I want it to go away..." She muttered and closed her eyes, leaning up against him more.

He sighed softly, his other hand now played with her new haircut. "Was it... Was it something I did...?" He wondered slowly, hoping she would not get caught up in the memory again.

"Don't ask that," Beta whispered quietly, her eyebrows furrowing together. "Don't ever feel guilty of what your boss made you do."

"Beta-"

"Dammit, I said don't!" She growled and sat up, making the bath water slosh around. "Don't or I'll hurt you! I swear!" Beta threatened with a bar of soap in her hand.

The German raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do? Wash my mouth out with soap?" He pondered, trying to lighten the situation. When she sighed and knelt back down again, he took the bar from her hands. "Careful, you might hurt someone with that," joked Ludwig warmly before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her onto his lap. Beta was a little startled by his actions and flailed her arms around, only to have him pin her hands behind her back with one hand. His lips touched her forehead with just a hint of a smile itching at the edges. "We can't get too caught up in the past, can we?"

The younger nation looked up at him, slowly relaxing into his hold. "I have this feeling... As if I found something in the middle of being lost," Beta admitted softly and began to lean into him again. "How are you always able to do that to me?" Pondered the woman quietly.