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         Some unexplainable silence has filled the car. Germany was surprised at your new found silence. He was expecting you to run your mouth off at a hundred miles per hour, but not a single peep has been heard from you since the end of the meeting. Regardless to say, it worried him. No, more than that, it frightened him.

         “So, how did you enjoy the meeting, Schatz?” he asked, curious as to how you would answer.

         “It was fine.” Nothing more, not a smile, not a wise remark, nothing.

         “I’m very proud of you, you did well.” He looked at your silent form from the review mirror.

         Still no movement, still no sound.

         “Hey, how about we go get some ice-cream to celebrate?” Of course, he was just trying to incite some sort of reaction, but this was really starting to scare him. Not to mention he actually held some pride over how well you behaved, besides the Sweden episode.
Nodding your head no, you moved both hands in your lap and continued to stare at your little shoes.

         The entire car ride home carried that eerie silence. Germany began to suspect that something happened to his precious baby girl while he wasn’t there. Did a country scare her? Was she threatened? Had someone told her of his past? The last one made his heart pound, if she were to ever find out, would she leave? He wouldn’t be able to handle losing his only reason for living after your beloved mother.

         He was silently praying no one told you anything as he unstrapped you from your booster seat. You got down from the car, almost as if it was a burden. Still keeping your head down, you stood before your giant father without moving. The only sound was the exchange of air. In, out, repeat.

          After what seemed like ages, your tiny frame spoke up, “V-Vati..?”

         “What is it Schatz?” He asked with an uncharacteristic tenderness. Slowly, he bent down to be at your eye level. He reached out and rubbed your back. Large, smooth hands began to make affectionate circles on your back.

         “Would you ever, would you…?”

         “What is it (y/n)?” He waited with a loving patience only parents can have.

         “Nothing.” Sighing you walked to the door, only to be bombarded with kisses from your Uncle.

         When he finally stopped, he asked, “So, how’d it go?” He put you down gently.


         Going in between his legs, you ran up into your room.

         “What happened?” The red-eyed Prussian asked.

         Slicking his hair back in a show of nervousness, Germany replied, “I only wish I knew.”

         Silence had engulfed your entire being for the rest of the day. No matter how sweetly he poked or prodded, Germany could still not persuade you to speak. He made you your favorite meal, you ate it dutifully. He put on your favorite movie; you didn’t want to see it. He even invited you to play in the mud, you rejected his offer.

         Desperate, he went to his final resource, his brother.

         “Alright, she always talks to you most. See if you can convince her to tell you what happened.”

          “And I get a year’s worth of beer, right?” his eyes shone greedily.

         “Yes, you can have whatever you want, just find out what happen.”

         “Yes! I’m going to keep your kink collection magazines!”

         Cue the face palm from Germany.

         The sly man quickly made his way upstairs up to your room. He knocked three times in quick succession. When he didn’t receive an answer, he opened the door and saw you playing with a doll in the corner.

         As you brushed her hair with a pink comb, he knelt down and said, “Hey, so how’s it going?”

         You blinked and gave him a blank stare.

         “Did anything happen today?”

         You turned your head, returning your attention to your doll.

         After some moments, you nodded.

         “Prupru, does Germy want to get rid of me?”

          His eyes opened up, shocked.

         “Why do you think he wants to get rid of you? He loves you more than anything. In fact, he bribed me because he was scared of the way you were acting.”

         “Really? Even when I break vases? Or when I paint his car? Or play in the mud with the dogs?” Innocence shined your eyes as well as hope.

         “Especially then. Those are the moments he loves you the most because he realizes he’d have nothing to do if you were gone. He loves you, and don’t you forget it.”

          At last, a smile.

          “Now come on, let’s go play outside.” He grabbed your tiny hands and you played together in the warm sunshine.

         Germany smiled as his beautiful daughter was spun by his older brother. Your laugh made every single one of his concerns dissipate. But, he still worried over what came over earlier. He hated to admit it, but he was also jealous of you telling Prussia everything and avoided him.

          Both of you came in the kitchen breathless; ready to fulfill your hunger. Your cheeks were a wonderful shade of pink tinted from the early winter breeze. One of your ponytails was loose, the bow hanging haphazardly from the loose strands. Catching your breath, you sat down in your usual seat and howled for food.

         Germany complied, taking part in the cheeriness. Enjoying his family, Germany hugged his little girl and dragged Prussia to the living room to watch a film. It had gotten late, and you had already begun to have a yawning competition with Prussia.

         It wasn’t long until you finally nodded off to sleep. Germany turned off the TV and carried you to bed. Changing you gently into your bedclothes, he once again, admired your cuteness. Dotingly, he brushed your head away from your face. Without knowing it, he began singing you a lullaby in German.

          “I love you, (y/n). I love you very much. Gute nacht, Schatz.”

 A small smile graced your lips. That was all that was needed. Those three words meant everything to you. And that little boy with the forest above his eyes, he was wrong.

Germany closed the door slowly, once more glancing at you. As soon as he turned around, Prussia made kissy lips at him. Puckering up his lips, he said, “Where’s my lullaby?”

Germany gave him a hard shove. “Knock it off. (y/n) is trying to sleep.”

Even then, he still smiled. He might never know what happened today, but it didn’t really matter. As long as he had you, nothing mattered.

I'm tired so...yeah

I own only the storyline and plot, characters are not mine

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CIChantea Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Aw, but Germy, Prupru wants you to sing him to sleep! (he was childish anyway lol)
JazzCat67 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Awwww! I'm overloading on cuteness! Germany would be a great Dad. Love the story!
wifefu Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014  Hobbyist
Thanks ^•^ and yes, Germany would be the best dad ever!
PleaseInsertUser Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Student Digital Artist
These series are just so... So awesome!
wifefu Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2014  Hobbyist
No, you're awesome amazing reader!
Wafflepigs Featured By Owner May 4, 2014
wifefu Featured By Owner May 4, 2014  Hobbyist
I see that you are a fan of caps lock. ^_^
Thank you for all the wonderful comments, I greatly appreciate it!
And Italy has met her, it is shortly mentioned when reader-chan goes to the meeting. However, for this particular story, I wanted the central characters to be the Germanic countries, Sweden, and jerk Sealand. Sorry I didn't use Italy as a main character. Perhaps I'll make a featured presentation with him, or a bonus chapter starring him.
Wafflepigs Featured By Owner May 4, 2014
PLZ make a bonus PLZ
citrinesun Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014
awesomely cute :)
wifefu Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist
Thank you so much!
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