32Heh...well, I decided to re-write this chapter because it kinda sucked before. LOL, now you're all probably wondering what it was like before. Oh, wait a minute, no you're not. *forever alone*
Still credit to dasmartgirl for the title and inspiration! Yay!
Germany felt many things towards Italy, but love was not one of them.
Well, not sexual love, perhaps, but family and friendship love, yes, of course. She loved the way he made her feel better when she was on the brink of insanity after a horrible day, or the way he always cared for her when she was sick. She loved how carefree he was and how easygoing he could be. But...she had never felt anything sexual towards him except one night of her life...and that had been the night their daughter had been conceived.
She would never forget that night; it had been the night she had lost her virginity, and also the night she had been blessed with a beautiful, healthy little girl.
But...well, blessed was a strong word.
"Oh, for the love of Christ..." she moaned, screwing her eyes closed as the scream of an infant rang through the house, disturbing her sleep. "Lotte...I swear to god..."
Italy stirred beside her, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Is she...is is she up again?" he murmured, glancing around the room confusedly. Germany nodded and began to put on her slippers, preparing to go and attend to her hysterical daughter. "I'll go, if you'd rather sleep." he offered.
"Of course I'd rather sleep, but you know that she wants to nurse."
"So? There's milk in the fridge! I could just warm it up!"
"This way I won't have to pump in the morning! Now go back to sleep!" she snapped, opening the bedroom door and slamming it behind her. Italy waited until the sound of her footsteps faded before he let his scowl melt into a smile. Germany was so cute when she was being hostile.
True, he knew that she probably didn't even want to hug him after what he had done to her before, and especially after having to give birth in the back of a car, but he couldn't help admiring her. She was very pretty with her long, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Plus, her breasts didn't hurt anything, except maybe her back. And now that she was nursing...Italy hadn't ever wanted her more than he did now.
So why didn't she feel the same way about him?
"Lotte Axel Vargus, I swear to god that if you cry one more time tonight—" Germany muttered, marching over to the small crib beneath the window of the nursery and scooping the terrified baby out from it.
Lotte Vargus was a pretty girl who took after her papa; carmine hair with an odd curl on the right side of her head, chubby cheeks and olive-toned skin. Her eyes were the only thing that she had inherited from her mother. Their icy-blue color seemed to pierce your very soul.
"Shush child..." Germany muttered, smiling nonetheless. No matter how she may have acted or what she may have said, it couldn't be denied that Germany loved Lotte with all her heart and always would. "Are you hungry?" there was no response, but really, she hasn't been expecting one. But when she held Lotte to her breast, the babe squirmed away, fussing noisily. "Not hungry?!"
It was a very rare occasion when Lotte did not want to breastfeed. She wanted to be nursed everywhere they went; church (which Italy was making them attend), restaurants where they stopped for lunch after shopping, places they were shopping at, in the car, at the park, while she slept...she truly took after Italy; a bottomless stomach.
Figuring the child had probably just been given a fright or had a nightmare, Germany held her close to her heart and cuddled her in her favorite blanket, a little white, hand-knit blanket from Hungary. Swaying back and forth, she hummed the song that always (somehow) calmed Lotte down: "Please Read the Letter that I Wrote".
Soon, Lotte's whimpers faded to be replaced by slow, rhythmic breathing. She was asleep. Finally. Now Germany could go back to sleep and hopefully not be woken up again. Because of she was...it wasn't going to be a fun day of training for Japan and Italy. Stumbling slightly, she made her way towards her bedroom and opened the door again, to find Italy already asleep, curled up in a small bundle of blankets.
"Oh Italy..." she sighed, smirking and climbing into bed with him. Poor thing, she thought, he really does try. "Gute Nacht, Italy."
"Ve...Ti amo, Germany..." Germany hesitated for a moment before responding.
"Ich...Ich liebe dich...Italia..."
Re-written chapter is so much better! But don't worry! The allies will be in this!
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SausageMahoney98