A/N: Bleh. I'm a horrible updater. And this is ridiculously short.

Yes, having a child is surely the most beautifully irrational act that two people in love can commit. ~Bill Cosby, Fatherhood

The boxes are stacked so high that it's difficult to see out the rear windshield of the car. Sighing at the ridiculous number of them, Canada lifts one and carries it to her kitchen. Stuffed with papers, it's far heavier than she'd expected.

Inside the fawn-colored kitchen, Canada sets the box down on the island. The Netherlands leans against doorway, watching her struggle.

"Are you going to to help, eh?" Canada asks, placing a second box next to the first. The Netherlands looks at the stack on the fake marble-top. "What's in them?"

"Oh, just old papers. Drawings, mostly, and some letters. It was ridiculous in there."

She goes back into the garage and reemerges with another box. This time, the Netherlands takes it from her and sets it on the edge of the island. "Where are we going to keep all this?"

"In my office closet."

"Not the spare bedroom?"

Canada doesn't say anything. The Netherlands has his suspicions about why she wants to leave the the bedroom open, but he also keeps quiet.

Canada wants children. She hasn't actually said anything about it, but it's not all that hard to figure out. There's a slight envy in her voice when she talks about any of the nations already expecting And a certain fondness in her eyes when they see families that lets the Netherlands know what she's daydreaming about.

He wouldn't mind a couple of kids himself. That probably isn't a great mindset for a prospective parent, but he'd rather spend brain energy on real people. He isn't sure if Canada is planning to tell him.

He hopes so.