A/N Hey guys! Thanks for reading and thanks to the people who reviewed! I love reviews! One of the questions I got was what the lullaby Germany sang Israel was called. Its an old lullaby called Brahm's Lullaby, which is actually also a popular Jewish lullaby, look it up. It's a very pretty song!

Anyway, on with the show!

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A few years later:

Germany swore as he finished up yet another cuckoo clock.

God did he hate the Versailles treaty.

He set the cuckoo clock aside. One down…God only knew how many to go.

He shoved the clock aside and then, frustrated, tossed his hammer aside and rubbed his temples. He could practically hear the mocking voice of France in his head. "I must say, Ludwig, you're a lousy fighter but you make great clocks, Honhonhon!"

Keep laughing, Frenchman, you wont be for long, thought Germany angrily however a small tug on his leg snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked down and his angry glare melted away when he saw it was none other then a curly haired toddler. The child tentatively looked up at his father, his golden eyes shining with curiosity and hesitancy.

"Papa?" peeped the child quietly, "are you finished working?"

Germany sighed and grabbed the child. He sat the boy on his lap and said, "I'm not quite done, I've got a little while to go, but I can take a break if you need something, mein Sohn."

Israel picked up one of the little wooden birds off of the desk and fiddled with it. The child didn't answer right away but instead looked blankly down at it. Germany sighed. He was worried about his son. The child was so…quiet. It was as if he was constantly in deep thought. He rarely spoke except to his father, when strangers came over he hid. If the child was any quieter he might have been mistaken for a mute. Nonetheless Germany, being his father and therefore knowing him best could recognize the look his child was giving the wooden bird as one of troubled contemplation. Something was upsetting his son.

"What's wrong, Israel?" he said gently. The toddler bit his lip and hugging the wooden bird to his chest admitted, "Uncle Gilbert…"

Germany let out a grunt of frustration at the mention of his brother. Damn Gilbert! Couldn't he be a proper uncle for once?!

"What did he do this time?" said Germany. The child winced as Germany's tone clearly indicated the anger he felt. At seeing that he had scared the boy Germany sighed and patted the child on the head to calm him don't.

"It's okay, little one, just tell me what your uncle did," said Germany.

"Promise you wont get mad at him first," said Israel.

"Tell me what he…"

"Promise first."

"Israe-"

"Papa!" said Israel desperately and his big golden eyes widened sadly. Germany sighed and nodded in agreement.

"I swear I wont if you tell me what he did," he said. Israel bit his lip, and then looking down at the floor mumbled something so quietly Germany couldn't hear him.

"Israel, speak up, I cant understand you."

"He hit me," said Israel.

It took Germany a minute for this information to register fully and when he did he sat up and yelled, "HE DID WHAT?!"

Germany, cursing, put the child down on the floor and stood up to go punish his brother for this, however the child grabbed his arm and weeping cried, "Papa! No! You promised!"

"That was before I heard he hit you!" cried Germany furiously, "yelling at you or cursing you is one thing but he hit you, it's only fitting I hit him back!"

"No, Papa!" cried the child, his eyes streaming tears, "its my fault anyway, I was annoying him, I deserved it…"

"Stop blaming yourself every time he does something wrong, Aviel!" cried the German in exasperation, using the child's human name. Indeed the boy never seemed capable of thinking that his uncle was being a jerk on his own accord, he always seemed to think that whenever his uncle was mean or abusive to him it was somehow his fault.

The child looked down at the ground, going red in embarrassment, his golden eyes sad. Germany sighed and shook his head before picking the boy up and sitting back down.

"What am I going to do with you, Israel?" he sighed, hugging the boy, the child shrugged.

"Fine, fine, I wont punish him this time, for your sake only," said Germany, "but if he ever hits you again…"

"Thanks, Papa," said the child, finally giving him a little smile. The little smile was worth it. Hew would yell at Prussia later, for now he was content spending some time with his young son…

"Doitsu~!"

Oh, damn.