His brother looked so peaceful. As if he was just a sleep. Yet Germany knew the seconds before his brother's breathing stopped along with the heartbeat. The warm body heat was slowly seeping away and the powers as well.

Hugging his brother as tears streamed down Germany didn't make a sound. Getting up slowly he placed Gilbert on the bed. Folded his hands gently over his chest. Fixed the messy hair, and covered hand and closed his eyes.

"Bruder…"

Soon the chill came and Father Time entered the room. Germany looked up at him. The blindfolded eyes look back and a smile was on the lips.

"Do not worry my son… for my sweet child, my precious Prussia won't suffer."

Leaning down Father Time picked up Gilbert gently, almost as f he was made a crystal and might break at any moment. Cradling the now dead nation he turned to leave and stopped and looked back at the distraught nation.

Then he continued to watch after they were gone and then cover his eyes with one hand and cried silently to himself and was glad for the first time when Italy stopped by and tried to comfort him even though the other was crying just as heartbroken.

Matthew picked up the small baby and hurried it to the small couch in the room and laid it there. Looking back he saw his brother had passed out. Looking back at the baby he rubbed it's back slowly when suddenly it heaved the stuff that had to come out.

"Thank god!" Matthew Canada and started the baby cry. "Come on, come on…"

A few more pushes on the small chest and the baby let out a loud wail that made Matthew flinch. "Well, you have your mama's lungs."

Wrapping the baby up as securely as he could he ran placed him in the baby bassinet that was set up on the other side of the room and hurried to Alfred to check him. Sure enough the human like body of the nation's was weakened.

As h set up cleaned up his brother the door open and the doctor soon took over and Matthew ran back to the crying baby and tired to sooth him when he noticed Ivan standing by the door way watching. Walking over he held out the small baby.

"Here's your baby."

Shakily Ivan took the baby and sat on the floor nervous he might drop him. However there was something off about this baby… looking more he wondered what it was but then looked up and it was clear that Matthew knew just what it was and was biting his lip.

"What do you know?"

"The baby was born a still born…"

"He's clearly alive."

"Yeah. I know…"

Eyes wide Ivan looked down and then stood and handed the baby back to the other nation who sighed again and held the baby. When the doctor was done he left and only stopped to give Matthew some a prescription for his brother.

Going over to the bed he looked at Alfred who was slowly waking up. Soon their eyes met and Alfred smiled as tears rolled down his eyes. Matthew couldn't help but smiled weakly and cry to.

"Sorry Al…"

"'Only through death can he live…'"

"Alf-"

"Mother Nature was never going to let me keep him was she? She just needed s vessel to make sure he was safe and sound."

Matthew said nothing and then looked shocked when Alfred held out his hands for the child. "Al?"

"Did Ivan find out?"

"Well, yeah… It's kind of obvious it's not his baby."

"I thought so…" Alfred said taking the baby. "Hey Mattie. I need a favor."

"Sure."

"Go see England. See what happened to his baby."

"But-But the baby you had it's not Ivan's and-"

"Mattie."

That voice. Matthew felt a shiver go up his spine as his brother looked down at the baby and poked it's cheek softly. The older twin's blazing blue eyes looked up at him and in that instant Matthew gulped and took two steps back.

"I-I'll go see him right away."

Still smiling Alfred eyes seemed to almost glow. "Send Ivan back in here when you get the chance."

"Okay…"

The small ceremony with nations and a few humans took place in East Germany. It was simple yet very nice. Two nations stayed way in the background far from the grave mark as if it would be to great of a task to get near it.

No one could blame France and Spain staying as far back as they could. After all the three had been closer in spiritr then any of them had. All three feeling pain when forced to fight each other in battles pasted. When the nations and humans started to leave the site Germany thought of going to say a few words to them but in the end didn't.

Spain was sobbing and holding on to France and France was trying to comfort him but was crying just as hard. So he looked back at the grave. He couldn't cry now. No. The three days ago when his brother had died he had cried for two days. Spent the next getting the ceremony ready and now… he had to focus on work. Anything to keep him distracted.

Italy joined him and they walked together to talk to other nations. As they did he kept remembering how he should thank America for at lest giving him advice about father time. At lest he knew to stop working and spend the last moments with his brother.

Still it bothered him what Father Time had said. "He has to die to live." That's what he said. But if he was going to live why take his body? Sighing Ludwig rubbed his temples. They never made sense, Father Time and Mother Earth.

Why would they-

All the embodiments of the nations froze gasping or in shock. It was there. The sudden jolt of a baby nation being born. However this could very. The child could be anywhere between a few days to a month by the time Mother Earth thought it was great to surprise them.

The next question on everyone's mind was if it was America's or England's? It could have been either. Soon the feeling left and everyone calmed down. If it was England's then they wood know. If it was America's they doubt they'd ever see the small child.

"Germany…?"

"Ja?"

"Ve… I thought I… never mind." Italy said softly. "I think it was my imagination."

"Germany nodded. "Let's go home. I…need to pack Gilbert's things."

"Si…"

"What are you bloody doing here!" England shouted.

"I came to see the baby." Russia smiled and sat down next to Wales who looked shocked. "Alfred had his baby."

"Oh, er… that's good." Arthur said leaned back on his bed. "How is he-?"

"Dead."

"What?" Arthur's eyes widened. "That can't be! We just felt the-"

"A still born. No what you felt wasn't Alfred's baby. Not even close."

"But… no, that can not be right."

"It is. Now I have a question for you. If Mother Earth took America's baby, will she take yours as well?"

That made Arthur dread having the baby. If Mother Earth was planning something he was worried the baby might get caught in the cross fire. But why? Why take America's child? It made no sense. Shaking his head Arthur rubbed his stomach gently.

"I will gt an ultra sound tomorrow,"

"Good."

"Ivan… about my baby-"

"I know what your going to ask. Yes. You can keep her."

Frowning Arthur sat up a little more. "Don't you want to be in her life?"

"I never said I didn't. But she can live here but I do want parental rights as well. We'll talk about them later though. I need to get back."

"Alright… Wait! How is Alfred holding up?"

"He kept the baby."

Confused Arthur frowned. "You said it was a still born."

"It was. Then it came back to life."

"Back to life… but that means…!"

"Da. It's not ours anymore. Mother Earth replaced him."

"Baa, baa, black sheep have you any wool?" Alfred sang smiling.

The baby smiled softly at him.

"Yes, sir, yes sir, three bags full." Alfred held up three fingers.

Cooing the baby smiled a little more.

"One for the master, one for the dame,"

The baby cooed more grasping one finger and pulling it to suck on it.

"And one for the little boy who lives down the lane."

The baby blinked softly looking at him and Alfred smiled wrapping him up more and then took a seat on the window. It was a built in seat so he could look out of it. Smiling at the daylight Alfred looked down at the small baby.

"You know that song changed. It used to be 'The little boy that cries down the lane.' but now a days everyone's changing songs. I bet you'll love music."

The baby sneezed softly and Alfred pulled the baby closer and laid him on his chest patting his back gently listening the baby cooing happily. It was no shock that this baby was alert. All baby nations were developed more then humans.

Petting the soft hair Alfred stood and went to the rocking chair to rock the baby to sleep. Anyways it was almost time for a nap. As he did he felt a presence coming onto the room. Still pissed off of having his baby die and replaced Alfred made to move to bow.

"Mother Earth."

"America." the woman's voice sounded.

"Why my baby?" Alfred growled viscously. "Why not England's?"

"Your stronger. I knew our body could handle the transformation."

"And my baby had to die for it." Alfred stated still patting the baby gently.

"Do not fret. When you next conceive I will grant your child back to you."

"You better. I'm getting really sick of these games."

"You shouldn't threaten me."

The baby started to cry softly and Alfred soothed him the best he could. "Fine. Just go. I need to watch the baby… and one more thing."

"Yes, America?"

"You gave him to me so I'd have to open my borders again didn't you." It was growl.

"Yes."

The woman disappeared and the baby stopped crying and looked up at him. Since he was still on his chest Alfred smiled and wiped away the little tears and kissed his forehead. The baby sniffled but slowly clamed down and only sniffled once more before Alfred looked into those eyes.

"Well.. Guess we're gonna be opening the borders soon." Alfred smiled a little. "Come on let's get ready."

Getting up Alfred dressed the baby in warmer clothes and then put him in a car seat and strapped him before making sure he had everything in the dipper bag. Once done he carried the car seat down stairs and placed it in the stroller and walked out the door.

They had to go out anyway to meet with his Boss. The walk was nice. Perfect weather. As they got closer Alfred smiled as the baby played with the little toy birds hanging over the car seat handle and leaned down again and the baby smiled and cooed up at him.

"Baa, baa, black sheep have you any wool?"

The baby tried to grab the toys.

"Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full."

The baby managed to grab one and cooed louder at the excitement.

"One for the master, one for the dame."

The baby let go of the toy and teared up a bit but Alfred wiped the tears away with his thumb and kissed his head gently.

"And one for the little boy who cries down the lane."

The baby let out a small light waving his hands about happy and opened his eyes widely looking at his mother who pet his white hair.

"Looks likes we're on our own, Gilbert."

Red eyes looked at him.

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