Germany was worried as he approached his house that America had somehow either left Israel on his own, he being irresponsible, or had done something dangerous to harm Israel so he was relieved when he walked into his front yard and saw them pedaling back and forth on bikes. He blinked with surprise as he saw America and Israel racing back and forth, peddling furiously, Israel winning; naturally, he was the biker after all.
And Israel was smiling and laughing. He wasn't shy or hanging his head or blushing, but he had a wide smile on his face and looked absolutely cheerful as he defeated America at their little race. America didn't seem to mind but they both hopped off their bikes and America gave the boy a congratulatory pat on the head. Israel looked happier then Germany had seen him in a very long time. Germany couldn't help but smile. Israel had made a friend, Israel didn't have any friends but it seemed that him and America had bonded.
"Israel!" he called to his son. Israel turned around and smiled at his father, his golden eyes twinkling.
"Guten Tag, Papa," said Israel with a polite nod towards his father, running over to him and giving him a hug. Germany embraced his son and then looked up at America. He frowned, not sure what to say and for a minute there was an awkward silence between them. He was still an Ally after all, it was his fault all of this was going on, at least partially his fault, he was supporting France. He had supported France. Yet he had watched his son, and he was friends with him apparently now.
America smiled and said, " your son taught me how to bike, he's really good."
"The best," said Germany proudly then he sighed, looked at the ground and then smiled slightly at the American nation and earnestly said, "thank you...you're...more then welcome to come again if you want, if Israel says yes."
"Can he, Papa?" Said the Israeli sending or enthusiastic and happy about something then Germany had heard him in a very long time, " I like Mr. America, he's really nice, I let him call me Jacob, is that OK?"
"Of course, Israel, you're allowed to be called whatever you want as long as it's not insulting," said Germany.
"Jacob was cool, so it's anything but an insult," said the American.
"Good, because if you insulted my son I would punch you in the face," said Germany in a slightly serious and slightly joking voice and America laughed in response.
"And start another world war? Try not to, Germany!" said the American nation.
"I won't, but you may come back if you want, since Israel seems to like you."
"Cool!" said the American nation enthusiastically, "I will, definitely! I should go now, see you Jacob!"
"Shalom, America," said Israel with a wave as the American nation took off marching down the street. Germany gave his son a pat on the head and said, "It's time for bed."
Israel nodded and allowed his father to the tune into the house and backed up to his room. Germany took the boy in and said, "Did you have a good day?"
"Yes," said the boy, " it was a little bad at first, with the Nazis and all, but it got way better, with America. And thanks for standing up for me, Papa."
"Of course I did, my son, I'm not going to let anybody harm you, and I wont let the Nazis go near you again."
"Promise?"
"Of course, now go to sleep."
"Can you sing the lullaby please?"
Germany smiled and nodded and then quickly began to sing:
"Guten Abend, gute Nacht, Mit Rosen bedacht,
Mit Naeglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck'
Morgen frueh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt
Morgen frueh, wenn Gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt
Guten Abend, gute Nacht, Von Englein bewacht
Die zeigen im Traum, dir Christkindleins Baum
Schlaf nun selig und suess, Schau im Traum's Paradies"
Israel yawned and after saying good night to his father rolled over and promptly fell asleep. Germany gave the boy a pat on the head and then sighed.
"Nothing bad will happen to you, Israel, I'll see to that."
With that he stood up and just as he was exiting Israel's room he nearly bumped into Prussia, who was standing right near by the big grin on his face. Germany arched a curious eyebrow at his brother and just as he was about to speak Prussia interrupted by saying: "West, I have a proposition for you. I need you to come meet somebody."