The whole week consisted of me learning how to feed a baby, change a baby, bathe a baby, sing to a baby, soothe a baby, and on and on and on. Little America loved Germany and constantly asked to hold him. The kid was pretty cute, so I let him sit on my lap and "hold" Germany. Finally, however, I felt like I was capable of raising my little bro all on my own.
"Doooon't gooooo," America whined, sniffling as he held onto my arm with both little hands in a desperate attempt to keep me there. However, I was able to just lift him like that, his little feet dangling above the floor and making dancing shadows.
"America, Prussia has to get back home," England told his little brother, gently but firmly. America sighed but nodded and released me. I still had little America-prints all over my left arm, my right one occupied holding the bundle that was Germany.
"Yes, Engwand," he sighed, and ran to hug me goodbye, throwing his little arms around my waist.
I smiled and ruffled his dirty blonde hair. "Bye for now, America," I told him, "you'll see me again. You be good, ya hear me, kid?"
America nodded and gave a clumsy little salute, accidentally hitting himself in the forehead and making him go momentarily cross-eyed. England chuckled and shook my hand. "Praying for a safe journey home for you, Prussia," he told me seriously. "Hope all goes well with little Germany."
I had to tease him; it's just in my awesome nature after all. "One would almost think you were my friend or something."
England got all flustered, just like I knew he would. Ah, I do love getting a rise out of people. "Yes…well…it's not you I was all concerned about, you know. I just… didn't want to leave an innocent baby completely in your previously inexperienced hands."
"Yeah, sure, whatever, man," I laughed, heading for the door. "See you around?"
England paused for a moment, like he wasn't quite used to having friends. I realized that maybe he was unsure how to handle one. Then he gave a teasing smile. "Yeah…sure…whatever."
Time skip….
"And that's the story of your infancy," I finish, pulling Germany's covers over him like I would when he was little. "I was still a little unsure at first, but when your first word was Prussia, I knew you'd turn out all right."
My kleiner bruder flushes a deeper shade of red than his face had already become. "Ah, thanks, Gil… but you don't have to tuck me in, you know. I'm grown now."
My workaholic little brother has caught a cold and it took all my strength just to make him go to bed. Like really, I'm still raising him when it comes to stuff like that. "I want to," I insist, brushing his hair out of his forehead. Now go to sleep, West, you need it. You look like you got hit by a bus or somethin'."
Germany gives me a somewhat brotherly-affectionate glare, and if you have a sibling you'll know what I'm talking about. "Fine, 'mother'," he teases, and shifts under his covers. I touch his forehead and find it still a little warm. This big brother won't get any sleep tonight. Just like I did in England's house all those years ago, I sleep on the floor beside my brother, dozing off to the sound of his breathing.
"Good night, Ger…" I pause and smile. He still has that angelic look when he sleeps, at least I think he does. I kiss his forehead and lay down. "Good night, West."
