CH 11
Nothing was getting better. Germany tried to put all of his mental power into keeping Italy safe, and it was wearing him out quickly. Dark circles under his eyes and enough coffee in him to keep Rip Van Winkle awake, he raced to save their family. Japan was the one fetching things for Italy and making sure he was happy while the father was out securing borders. Surely after the baby was born... it would be their weakest moment. But Feli was fed up with Germany being gone, really. He loved that Japan was watching over him so much, even the baby recognized his soft voice. But he wanted Doitsu.
Late at night Germany housed himself in his office, knocking around ideas and tactics. In the middle of air bombing the Russian capital, there was a knock at his door. He looked up to see an exhausted Italy rubbing his eyes with the heel of his left hand. Right hand curled under his tummy. " Doitsu... I cant go to sleep. She keeps waking me up moving around. " Germany's little girl was a rowdy little fetus. Ludwig stood from his map, setting down the pencil he had been using as an airplane. " And you want me to do what? " Italy didn't seem to like that answer by the lowering of his brow and pouting lips.
But Germany rounded his desk and quickly took his Italy in a warm embrace. Feli struggled for a second, until he decided... Doitsu was comfy. Head rested on his chest, and Ludwig walked them back to Italy's bed. " Sorry, long night. I'm so, cornered. So worried. " Italy sat down on the edge of the bed with a grunt. Poor Italy wore a baggy blue shirt of Doitsu's, the only thing that fit his belly anymore. And he was STILL gaining weight. " Lay down with me, please Doitsu? Just for a little while. She'll like your voice. I think she's tired of mine. "
A sigh, and Ludwig nodded. " Fine. For a little while. I have to get back to work. " Italy squealed happily, and laid down. Kicking off his boots and taking his jacket off, Germany slid into bed with Italy and his daughter. The two of them cuddled instantly, Italy's back pressed to Germany's body. The Italian was very warm and comfortable, enough to make the blonde male yawn already. Ludwig wrapped an arm around that wide belly, splaying fingers over their daughter. Italy spoke softly, laying his hand over Doitsu's. " The book says that she's about five pounds. Her bones are growing and her brain's getting stronger, so she's moving around more. They're right. " Italy giggled softly.
Germany closed his eyes and nuzzled his face to lay atop Italy's. " Just means she's healthy. " Even Doitsu could tell she knew his voice, for under their hands there was a small commotion. While Italy grunted from the assault, Ludwig laughed. " So she does know our voices... does she know Japan's? Gilbert's? " Italy nodded softly, his motions slowing down. Oh, sleepy. " She knows Japan's but he doesn't want to touch her. She doesn't know your brother. " His words slurred some, and he wriggled some to get closer to Germany.
Pulling the blanket over both of them, Ludwig kissed Italy's temple. " A month to go. Are you excited? " Feliciano pondered for a moment, and turned his head to look up somewhat to Germany. " I'm just as scared as I am excited. Wh-what if Russia does get her? What if something goes wrong? " Ludwig leaned down and kissed Italy's soft lips. He granted Italy time to kiss back before he pulled away and spoke.
" I'd rather see my nation overrun by Russians then her life in danger. That's why I'm trying everything to keep you two out of trouble. " Those tired blue eyes found joy in looking down to the swollen tummy. His hand, shaking from exhaustion and coffee, slowly pet from the top to the rounded bottom, feeling her calm already. Voice was a soft whisper, making sure only Feliciano and their baby heard it. " I cant wait to hold her, Italy... All the kicking and sleepless nights will be worth it. We've made a miracle. " The pregnant man sighed happily, and he whispered. " I love you Doitsu. " But before Ludwig could respond, the nation was out like a light with a soft ve~.
Germany gently got up out of the bed and tucked the blanket around Italy. He murred softly in his sleep, but didn't move. Doitsu then hovered over his sleeping body, taking in his form from head to toe, then back up. " I love you too, Feliciano. " Fingertips pressed to his lips, then to the round abdomen holding all he ever dreamed of with Italy. A family. Love. " You too, my little angel. " And he left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.