Four months later, at Italy's house.
The Italian dad was currently cleaning the house, which was unlike him, and proceeding to fix up a bowl of baby food, not the nasty manufactured mashed peas and carrots though. God forbid Italy ever fed /that/ to his baby. Luciano was bouncing along trying to follow him in his walker. Whenever Italy went upstairs Luciano would start yelling his new favorite word. It was a combination of trying to say papa and daddy, not knowing what to say when he wanted Italy since he was hardly even nine months old yet.
"Paddy! Paddy!" the little baby started another screaming session, fussing and kicking around until a worried Italy came to give him all his attention. Italy didn't seem to mind, in fact he thought it was adorable. But despite that he really needed to get the house ready and at least somewhat presentable. Luciano was supposed to be having a play date with Italy's friends' babies and Italy didn't have the baby snacks, and the play pen ready. So he allowed Luciano to follow him into the kitchen where he prepared snacks, which was just some soft gooey cookies and chocolate milk in a bottle. Luciano bounced around in his walker and sucked on his little binky which he affectionately called, or rather screamed when he lost it, Bibi. The baby watched his dad get everything ready for the guests and bounced after him into the living room. Upon hearing the doorbell Italy picked up Luciano and smiled, cooing,
"Ready to meet your new friends Luci?" he was answered with a small grunt which Italy accepted as enthusiasm. Italy opened the door and was greeted by three familiar faces.
"Welcome! Make yourselves at home~ I have the play pen set up and everything." Italy said with a wide smile, leading his friends and their children into the living room. Luciano remained unaware of what would happen next until his dad did the unthinkable and set him down inside a playpen with three strangers, all whilst he reassured him 'paddy' would be back. Yeah right. Italy walked into the kitchen with his friends saying something about how cute the babies all were. Luciano stared out of the baby prison in despair.
"Hey you." a voice snapped Luciano out of his thoughts, he looked back up and nearly screamed seeing a chubby little face right above his own.
"what's the big idea!? Scaring me like that!" Luciano said accusingly at the black haired baby.
"who are you three anyway? Why are you at my Paddy's house?" Luciano asked grumpily. Sure they could understand him but he was perfectly fine being showered with love and kisses from his paddy and occasionally a few from uncle Roma and Cousin Flavio, he's so cool because he's like two already.
"The name's Kuro! What's yours?" the baby chirped happily.
"..Luciano.." Luciano responded cautiously. Next up was the albino boy.
"My name is Alois. Nice to meet you Luciano." the boy introduced himself.
"You too I guess.. So tell me. Who's blondie over there?" Luciano asked looking at the blonde baby in the corner.
"That's my cousin Lutz. He's a little shy at first." Alois informed.
Luciano smiled, he got the feeling he'd like this quirky bunch. Yeah, they'd all be great friends. Before he knew it, Luciano's new friends had to go home. Italy fed him his dinner and got him all washed up, Luciano decided Italy needed a bath too and splashed water all over him. Italy chuckled and splashed back. After drying him and getting him dressed in his footie pajamas, Italy carried him to his room. Luciano didn't want to go to bed yet so Italy began rocking him and singing
"Fa la ninna, fa la nanna, Nella braccia della papa, fa la ninna bel bambin, fa la ninna bambin bel, fa la ninna, fa la nanna, Nella braccia della papa."
Soon Luciano was asleep in his crib. Italy smiled kissing his head then turning off the light and going to his own room.
I messed with the idea that babies can understand each other, and young children. Alois and Lutz i forgot to mention are two years or so apart in age, and Kuro, Lutz, and Luciano are the same age.