CH 10
" Doitsu, doitsu! Look! " Italy had laid out all the baby clothes in the living room. Again. This was the third time this week. Nesting could be such a pain, especially with Feli's personality. Doitsu looked over from the paint slabs in his hands to see the Italian rest the frilly white dress on his big belly. The Italian could feel her reaction to the change of life, bumping about as if trying to find a light switch. Halfway through seven months, they were nearing the closing point of thier preparation. Which meant, painting the baby's room. Germany chuckled softly, setting down his paints for now. " Perfect fit. "
Feliciano gently took the dress off her and set it on a little hanger. No way it was going to be folded up and wrinkled. It was his favorite. Germany looked back to those paints, until he got a lap full of Italy. " Doitsu! Look! " He was never going to decide on the yellow or pink... but he glanced over Italy's shoulder to see a book. The cover bore an orange kitten in what looked like a purple basket. " I though this would be cute to read! She can hear us, let's practice! "
But before the German could resist, Feliciano sat perpendicular to his husband so that his head rested on his shoulder. The book opened, and Ludwig sighed. " Feliciano, I have to look at the paints. " Italy looked to the yellow or the pink in his hands... and muttered. " Pink. NOW THEN. " And he flipped the book open. Japan heard them in the kitchen while he was making some food for the guest that was coming over. A book about a kitten that lost its mommy and finally reunites with her at the end. Even Ludwig read. Out loud. And yes, it was only meant for Feli and baby ears... but Japan couldnt help but smile to himself.
But halfway through the story, even Germany had gotten into the hang of gently stroking the side of his ever-expanding stomach, the lock in the front door was turned. Italy was in the middle of a sentence when a silver haired man used his giant boot to slam the door open. " And when the kitten returned to its mommy, his brothers and sisters yelled- " SLAM. The only reason Italy paused was because of the huge jump the baby preformed with the loud enterence. Prussia happily finished the sentence, walking closer to the pair on the couch. A finger jabbed into the side of his stomach, gently but it gentle for Prussia was hard to judge. " THEY ALL YELLED YAY CAT STEW, THREW HIM IN THE BOILING POT, AND ATE HIS INTESTINES WITH A SIDE OF FRIES AND A LEMON WEDGE. THE END. "
The parents of the baby stared with their mouths wide open. Italy had to hand Germany the book and rest his hands on the squirming little inside. Oh, it would take a while for her to calm down now, he could tell already. While Feliciano stroked and muttered to his stomach Ludwig narrowed his eyes to his brother. " What did I tell you about entering my home like that? " Prussia leaned up, fists on his hips.
In one hand a yellow book was there, on the cover a small toy train. " That it's awesome and you want me to keep doing it. Heeey squirt. How's being a mommy feel? Found this outside, have fun. " A hand ruffled Italy's hair, and the country whined some under his touch. Prussia put the book onto the coffee table in front of them, or more like slammed it down. The poor little girl inside Italy seemed to be having a panic attack, and Feli looked to Germany. " Doitsu... "
Ludwig nudged for Feli to evacuate his lap before he stood." Let's just get to painting. Stop bothering your niece. " Prussia chuckled, staring the Italian down with sharp red eyes. " I'll cya at the baby shower, chunky. " Germany suddenly stepped up, grabbing onto his wrist. " C'mon you asshole, let's get this done. " Italy covered the sides of his tummy like it was ears. " Dont listen to that. " But then his eyes caught sight of the new book. Maybe reading to her would calm her down.
He took the book in one hand, the other gently petting downward. The front didnt have a title, neither did the back. Italy let out a curious little noise, and opened to the first page. The writing was odd, blocky... he didnt recognize it. But out fell a little pink piece of plastic that looked like the skin of a barbie doll. Italy didnt think anything of it, tossing it to the side. But as he flipped through the pages more and more of these pink pieces fell out of the book and onto his baby. Soon he growled. Grabbing the front page and the back page, he turned the book upside and and shook.
A shriek from the living room caused two painters to run back out. Japan dropped the mayonaise jar on the counter and rushed out also. Now the father to be was sobbing, curling up into the couch. On the floor lay dolls amongst pink plastic chunks. One was taller and blonde. The middle was auburn with a curl sticking out. The third was the smallest, clearly a baby. All three had their heads caved in, broken, plastic split and ripped and sprinkled into the book. Germany went to Italy instantly, laying hands on him. Feliciano jumped at the offer of German love, and sobbed into that lean stomach of his.
Germany stroked his hair, but he looked equally as frightened. Japan looked just as pale, moving to Italy's side also and patting his shoulder. But Prussia picked up the book and flipped it open. " Russian writing. " Japan muttered, looking to the brothers as Italy's sobs somewhat drowned him out. " This is a death threat. We must begin defensive tactics. " Prussia was quick to pounce on this offer. " Threaten my niece? Oh boy. Mother fucker's in trouble now. "
Italy exploded, his curl flaring out again and his teeth baring. " STOP CURSING, SHE CAN HEAR YOU! " And Gilbert's response was a scoff. He crossed his arms. " She'll learn eventually. " Germany stroked the Italian's curl now, and he felt the man shudder against him, but he quieted down for everyone to hear him. " I'll rally troops. Japan? I want our borders on lockdown. No if, ands, or buts. This creep isnt getting our baby. "