Austria stared at the baby in Switzerland's arms. "So... he's mine?"
Switzerland nodded. "Ours."
"What's his name?"
He smiled, looking Austria in the eye. "I want to name him Vienna." He chuckled at Austria's confused look. "Like the capital of Austria."
"I know. I just... I'm shocked. I have a baby. You have a baby. We have a baby. It's our baby. And you want to name it after me. He's... perfect."
"Vienna Zwingli-Edelstein. And for a middle name... I'm thinking Robert." He pronounced it the way you would if you were speaking French- which he more than likely was; French was the national Alfred language of his country.
"Vienna Robert Zwingli-Edelstein. Beautiful. He's... he's my baby. Your baby. Our baby. He's ours. He's... he's ours! He's... Ours."
Switzerland chuckled. "If you're done being amazed by something that's already been established almost six hundred times over... would you like to hold him?"
Austria shook his head. "I don't trust myself. Would... would you like to come home with me?"
Switzerland glanced back at D.C. She smiled with a brief nod. Switzerland gave Austria his hand. "I would love to."
"I will..."
"Always love you."
Austria kissed Switzerland on the mouth. "Always," they whispered in unison.
THE END
