CH 9
Fresh out of the shower and into some leisurely black sweats and black tank top, Ludwig rubbed a towel through his hair. Currently it was a blonde mess sticking every which way, the gel not replaced just yet. He aimed to go into the kitchen and get some coffee until he heard a ghastly voice from the living room. " Doitsuuuu... is that you? " Germany's heart sank for a moment. That tone didn't settle right with him. He rushed somewhat, hands still working his locks when he looked into the room.
Italy was laying on the couch, one arm over his eyes and a hand on their daughter. Doitsu could instantly tell his Feli wasn't feeling well, and he spoke up. " Yes, Italia. Do you want something? " Feliciano was quiet for a moment, before he muttered. " No... just want you. " Awww. Germany smiled since no one could see him doing so and leaned on the doorway. " Is she giving you trouble today? " A nod came from the couch, and he sighed heavily. " I shouldn't have ate that gelato. " Doitsu crossed his arms and walked to the edge of the furniture Italy was laying on. " Move your feet. "
Feli raised his legs, allowing Doitsu time to sit down there. He went to bend them and keep them out of his way, but Ludwig gently grabbed onto the left. They were swollen no doubt, he didn't even have socks on. Doitsu began a foot massage just for him, not even minding he had just taken a shower. First off Italy tensed up, leaning up some to look over their daughter and confirm his suspicions. " Oh Doitsu, you don't have to-nyaaaah, veeee~! " He squealed in pleasure as Germany hit a nice spot in his muscles.
Moans and gasps filled the living room, almost on an erotic note. Doitsu moved onto the right once the left hung like a limp noodle, rubbing roughly. " You've never had an army rub, Feliciano? " Italy gurgled in response, completely content now. Hands rested on his stomach, and Doitsu was in the middle of going for his right calve when his pocket began to play the German anthem. He let go of Italy's leg, causing the father-to-be to whine. " Don't stop, Doitsuuuu. " He looked to the phone, and saw that it was a blocked number.
Germany nuzzled the phone to his ear, motioning at Italy to be quiet. " Guten tag? " The voice on the other end didn't waste time speaking. Just in case the call was traced. " I can see where you are in your home. Don't move, da? " But the voice was cheery, completely non-life threatening. Blue eyes went to the only window in the living room, the bay window looking out over the lush landscape. But right now unfortunately it was covered by white curtains. There stood a tall shadow figure, one arm up like it was holding up a phone. Or something a little more... gun-like.
" I wanted to congratulate you on your new baby girl. I'm sure she'll improve your relationship with... him. " Doitsu's heart swelled down into his feet before slamming into his gullet. Only he, Kiku and Italy knew the gender. Italy now recognized the paling features of his husband, and whispered. " What's the matter, Doitsu? " Instantly the Russian screeched into the phone, losing all his cool. " DON'T LET HIM TALK. TELL HIM NOT TO MOVE, TELL HIM NOT TO SPEAK! " Germany looked to Italy and glared. " Shush! Don't move... " And his eyes looked to the window. Italy's eyes followed... and he shrieked. Hands flew upward in a sort of spaz manner. " GHOOOOOST! "
Germany grabbed onto the Italian, causing him to drop the phone onto the floor. Both hands took his arms and forced him down onto the couch. He stood then, putting himself between Italy and the window just in case. Picking the phone back up... there was a long tone. Russia had hung up. Ludwig clasped hard on his phone, almost as hard as his eyes were shut. Damnit. Until he realized the figure in the window was still there. A few quick steps and he swat open the curtains. There stood a cardboard cut out of a human figure. Painted up and down it were sunflowers.
Japan now ran out wrapped in a blue yukata, eyes wide. " What is the problem out here? " Germany motioned with the hand that held his phone towards the cut out in front of their window. " We have a giant Ally pest to deal with. " Italy was now crying on the couch, head in his hands. This was all his fault. Japan moved closer to the window to examine the cut out. " Ludwig-san, be with Italy. He needs you the most right now. "
Almost instantly with Kiku's words Germany pictured Russia... with his child in his arms. The little girl he had imagined, yawning her first time and looking up into the eyes of the cold mother country. He left the window and went right to Italy's side. Feliciano continued to cry, only now throwing half of himself on Ludwig and clinging on with his hands. Like the German was going to fly away and leave him. " I'm so sorry, this is-is MY FAULT! " He continued chest rattling sobs until he felt warmth on his six-month tummy. He looked down with mother-like reflexes... and saw it was Doitsu's hand.
Ludwig's thumb gently caressed the shirt and child under his palm. Italy's words were that, if he spent enough time talking... she'd remember his voice. So he spoke somewhat louder, for both baby and father to hear. " Stop apologizing. I am protecting all of you. I am not leaving you, Kiku... or her side. " Japan smiled towards the window. Exactly what Feli needed to hear.
Italy muttered his pet name for Germany under his breath... and smiled. " Doitsu... You'll be the best daddy ever. " And he leaned back some to set his hand over Ludwig's. He even nudged it over some where she was more prone to kick. She was in good hands.