Austria clearly wasn't happy that he had been called in so early to act as a translator for the German brothers.

"Where's the child?" said Austria irately as he stomped into the house.

"Right here," sighed Germany, gesturing to the child in his arms.

"Hey, you got him to shut up! Nice work, West!" said Prussia with a cackle, however Germany shot him a look of pure venom and Prussia shrunk back a little.

"Can you read us this note?" asked Germany. Austria pursed his lips and adjusted his glasses and he took the note and gazed down at it. He sighed and shook his head.

"Well, you're lucky I used to work with Jews," said Austria.

"Why?" asked the German with a slight tilt of the head.

"This is written in Yiddish," explained Austria.

"Yid-wha?" said Prussia, scratching his head in confusion. Austria scoffed and looking over his shoulder at Prussia condescendingly explained, "it's the language of the Jews of Europe."

"So…is the kid a Jew?" asked Prussia.

"According to the note he is," said Austria, looking from the note to the baby curled up against the German's chest.

"What does the note say? Does it say if he's a human or not?" asked Germany biting his lip slightly.

"It says," said Austria and the other two leaned in as he began to read it aloud and Germany now realized that the note was written in what looked to be golden ink, as gold as the child's eyes.

Austria read aloud, "To you I give My child, a Prince unlike any other. Care for him, Raise him and Protect him and above all do not keep him from his Jewish faith. Treat him as you would your own. He is named Israel and shall be a blessing unto you."

Prussia swore and sighed, knowing that they couldn't just drop off a nation child at an orphanage, he needed to be raised y another nation. Germany by contrast smiled, his blue eyes gleamed, Prussia saw this and his lips pursed, his red eyes shining with suspicion when he saw that happy look on his brother's face, he hadn't seen a happy look on his face since the war had ended in defeat for him.

"Israel," he said, looking down at the child with a smile, "perfect name."

Austria tutted and handed the note to Germany, who quickly folded it and slipped it into his pocket as the child just started to wake up with a curious coo. He looked up at Austria and at seeing his stern look let out a frightened squeak. Germany bounced the boy and the child started laughing. Germany smiled softly and Prussia glowered and pursed his lips at seeing this.

"Well, this is a problem…"sighed Austria.

"Nein, this is perfect!' said Germany, "he is a nation!"

"Uh, West, that's the problem," said Prussia, arching an eyebrow at his brother, "we can't give him up, we have to find nation that will raise him!"

"We don't need to," said Germany simply, Austria looked at him curiously and Prussia realized what he meant and cried, "wha-?! NEIN! Nein West! We cant take…we cant…we…"

Germany frowned at his brother and said, "why not?"

"Well…he…he might have a mom or Dad somewhere."

"You read the note, he wants me to raise him, his parents gave him up, finders keepers," said Germany, then he glared at his brother and said, "and why wouldn't you want to take him in, bruder? I thought you liked cute things!"

"I…I do…b-but…" Prussia started. He couldn't speak what he was thinking. He didn't want to say why he didn't want the child in the house, he didn't want to have to compete for his brother's attention, his brother was his best friend, if he had a child to take care of however suddenly, Prussia knew, it would be all about him! He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't let himself b overshadowed by this little 'Prince!"

Austria interrupted by saying, "Prussia may have a pout about him having a mother or father somewhere. The note said the baby is a Jew named Israel," he faced Germany and said, "there was a land name Israel once, thousands of years ago, except that Israel would be older then Rome, and he died hundreds of years ago. Its possible he is his father but that begs that question, if the Ancient Israel has been dead for hundred of years how could he have a son, and how could he leave him here?"

"Maybe he never really died," suggested Germany, "perhaps he is in hiding."

"Possible, not probable, but possible," said Austria, stroking his chin, then he turned to Prussia and said, "nevertheless, Germany is correct in one regard, even if the ancient Israel is his father and even if he is still alive, he abandoned him. His father, whoever he is, either could or would not take care of the boy and therefore the baby requires a parent to raise him, to teach him to be a proper nation."

Prussia sputtered and tried to think of a response to this as Germany grinned haughtily and nodded as of to say, "see, we do have to keep him.'

"But…but…we don't have any money!" Prussia finally managed to point out, "with the debt and all of this…we should give him to America, or some other country that could take care of him better, we're poor, we cant take care of a kid!"

Germany's smile turned upside down as he considered this. He looked down at the child. The baby boy cooed and looked up at him, his golden eyes shining inquiringly. Germany bit his lip and considered this. What if he couldn't take care of the baby properly? What if he couldn't afford to be a good parent. Prussia was right….perhaps…he wasn't the best nation to…

He suddenly felt a slight grip on his finger. Germany's head snapped down to see that the child had grabbed his finger once more. Germany's eyes shone curiously. The child gazed up at him with a slight smile on his little face and a shine in his golden eyes that seemed to say, 'it'll be okay, I trust you."

"I'm keeping him, that's final," said Germany determinedly. Prussia felt his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach. Austria shrugged nonchalantly as he really could care less what the German decided to do with the child, it was Germany's decision, not his.

The baby giggled and clapped his hands happily. Germany shucked and said, "welcome to your new home, little Israel, I'm you father now, I'll protect you."

Germany hugged the baby boy to him.

"Very well," sighed Austria, "but remember, the note said you had to raise him as a Jew, and you're a Christian."

"I can bring him to synagogue, he can be as Jewish as he wants," said Germany, stroking the giggling boy's curly hair, "it doesn't matter what his religion is, he is my son now."

Austria nodded, then warningly said, "I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Germany."