Author Note: Thank you sooo much for the review, Nyaranran :D! It really encourages one to know that at least one person is interested. I know that it's because of the weird pairing that only few people look in here. So it's very comforting to get a response x3.

Well, in this chapter is some mentioning of the bond Ludwig and Francis now share as parents, I hope it turned out well.

I apologize for my bad french, I did learn it in school but I didn't use it after that as much as I wished I had. France calls Germany Louis because it is the french version of Ludwig, if my research is correct.

I hope you enjoy reading :) ~

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"She has my hair," France declared proudly, watching the girl's eyes following Germany's pendant he had started to slowly swing back and forth in front of her. Not lifting his eyes away from observing the little union's facial expression, Ludwig nodded.

"The texture is the same, but that is definitely not your colour."

"Mais non, her hair colour is really something I've never seen on a human before. Such a lovely honey blond! It suits her perfectly."

In a sort of euphemism Francis swept her up and pressed her against his chest, proclaiming in an adoring voice: "Quelle créature chérie!" Little EU broke out in a bright fit of laughter, feeling the small stubbles on Francis's face touching her cheek.

She pushed her small hands against the chin of one of her fathers, trying to wiggle her way out. Francis sat her down again, chuckling carefree and tousled one big hand through her long hair.

Ludwig had put his cross back on, now smiling slightly at both of them. Without further ado, EU was on her other father's lap, reaching up to grip at the pendant she couldn't catch earlier.

"Woah! Vorsicht!," was the only thing Ludwig could voice out as he was yanked forward. The little union could be rather powerful if she wanted to, the German added to his observations with a surprised look.

"Got you good, didn't she?," Francis couldn't prevent himself from adding with fatherly pride. Germany grimaced at him, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

"She got that from the Netherlands. Remember how that – in your opinion – small nation managed to become a powerful sea merchant?"

Francis frowned. "Don't remind me of that guy, I had enough trouble with him in the past. And with Belgium, too, for that matter."

"Did somebody call me?," came prompt the question form said nation out of the kitchen.

"Non!" "Nein." Both Francis and Ludwig shouted in unison, one with fearful quivering in his voice and the other with a somehow stern but soft sound to it.

"Okay!" was the singsong answer they got back. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour, so don't go too far away with her."

Carefully, Ludwig pried the toddler's delicate finger open and away from his cross, leaving the answering to Francis.

"Don't worry, mon chérie, we'll stay right here in your beautiful presence."

A desperate groan could be heard which Francis overheard, being the ladies man he was.

His attempt to lose EU's grip didn't come out as planned, Ludwig noticed as small fingers fisted around his big thumbs. The young union giggled happily and an adoring smile spread over her chubby face.

A slight blush spread over Ludwig's own and within minutes, he had a lurking Francis to his side who poked his index finger with one of his typical "That's-something-I-like-to-see!" expressions into the other nation's right cheek.

"Lass das, bitte!" Ludwig muttered, feeling more and more stupid as both the little girl in his lap and the nation next to him grinned (or more leered in Francis's case) at his displayed discomfort.

Instead of calming down, his face became even redder.

"Tu es chou, chéri!," Francis purred with a dangerous low voice.

Before Ludwig could reprimand him for his behaviour in front of a little innocent child, EU chirped "Bitte, chou chéri," in a high sweet voice only a child did have.

Both adult nations hefted their attention immediately on their small charge, looking as if somebody had just admitted that Russia and America had started a secret love affair.

It only took seconds for Ludwig to get ride of the astonishment.

"Sieh was du angerichtet hast! Don't teach her strange sentences!"

His glare didn't come out as angry as he wanted it to be. Francis's loud snicker made him feel more happy than angry with his partner.

EU's questioning gaze she sent back and forth between them did the rest.

Ludwig groaned and sunk back into the sofa, taking the child more onto his stomach to not let her slip down from his lap.

Why did it become so difficult for him to get serious these days?! Last week in the world confederation meeting he hadn't interfered once although America had tried - like always - to overrule them all which had lead to an argument between him, England and France. Nothing new, but due to no one stopping them, China and Russia had joined in and shortly after that the whole room had became a chaotic mess of discussing and shouting nations.

He and Austria with Hungary and Prussia - now East Germany – had left the room before it could get worse than England and America starting a paper ball war to demonstrate who the clever and stronger nation was. (Well, Gilbert hadn't been as much pleased of the departure as he and Roderich had been, but with both of them dragging the silver haired man behind them it had worked just fine.)

"Don't always work yourself up over such unimportant matters, Louis."

France advised him with an uncharacteristically frown.

"Don't call me that." Ludwig grumbled looking away because he felt embarrassed for being scold like a child whom he wasn't anymore.

Francis didn't comment on his response, but EU was lifted from his stomach and placed beside him since instead a grown up nation made itself comfortable on him.

Shouting up to protest and pushing the pervert from his current position had been Ludwig's planned actions however one hand on his chest shoving him in the pliable furniture and the other hand lifting his chin at the same time stopped him from doing so.

Lips connected, struggling became less and lesser and silence enfolded the meeting room as Francis and Ludwig were occupied otherwise.

EU didn't mind her unaware parents. She reached over and pulled an economic magazine from the glass table next to the sofa. Gleefully she started to rip little parts out of the inside, watching how the paper flew down gracefully onto the rich ornamented carpet.

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I hope the translation into english is correct.

[Lass dass, bitte!] = Stopp it, please!

[Sieh was du angerichtet hast!] = Look what you did!

[Vorsicht!] = Attention!/Caution!

[Tu es chou, chéri!] = You are cute, darling/sweetie!