Chapter 24:: Stress

                                    

                                          
~-No one's POV-~
                          
  "Fratello, you and-a Spain have-a been here for two weeks watching me and the-a twins, but I-a promise I'll be fine! I've had my-a weeks rest! Me and-a Ludwig are fine with the-a bambinos." Northern Italy assured her brother as he crushed her smaller frame in a hug.
                          
  Romano pulled back, his brows furrowed. "You're sure you-a don't need me here?" He asked for the billionth time. Feliciana giggled, and started pushing him out. 
                          
  "Go on, fratello. You-a deserve a break." She stated, watching as he hesitantly stepped out the doorway. The younger Italian turned back to the Spaniard whom was cooing at the baby boy he was holding. 
                          
  Before the brunette left, he handled the blue swaddling over to the mother. "Here's your mama, Donato!~" Antonio kissed the sleeping baby on the cheek, did the same for the mother, then skipped after Lovino, closing the door behind him.
                          
  Italy peered down at her child, then smiled brightly when two strong, warm arms wrapped around her waist. "Rosamund is asleep in her crib." A deep, German voice muttered sleepily in the Italian's ear. "Und it looks like Spain got Donato to sleep. So let's lay him down, and take a nap ourselves." The new father suggested, causing the Italian girl to giggle.
                          
  As doing as suggested, Feliciana glanced at Ludwig. "I-a never though I'd hear you-a say that." She whispered, gently closing the door to the nursury, and walked alongside her husband to their shared room. 
                          
  Germany laid down on the bed, and wrapped his arms around his Italian, letting her rest her auburn head on his chest. "Vell, ve are taking care of two children, keeping zhe house clean, doing work for our countries, helping ozher countries, und much more. Normal people vould be crushed under all zhe pressure. Plus, zhe training can wait. It's raining, ve had to deal vith your bruder, und ich am just really tired."
                          
  The Italian hummed in response. "That's reasonable. Well, more siesta's!"
                          
~-Time skip-~
                          
  A loud yawn escaped Ludwig as he sat up and stretched his arms. He glanced over at the nightstand opposite of the side of the bed he's on. I was asleep for an hour? Why is the baby monitor off? Where's Feliciana? The German wondered as he ran his hands through his messy hair and stood. Slowly, he trudged to the other side of the hallway, then peeked through the cracked open door. Rosamund slept soundly in her cradle, but Donato wasn't.
                          
  Sighing, Germany made his way downstairs.
                          
  "Si, si... I-a know... Si... A week? That's-a fine. Just-a so long as I-a get them... Alright... Ciao." Feliciana placed her phone on the table, grinning at her lover as shuffled over to her. Donato slept peacefully, his head nestled in the crook of her neck and his hands balled into loose fists. 
                          
  Ludwig sighed again, planting a kiss on the girl's head. "He vake you up?" He asked, gently taking the tiny chins in his large arms.
                          
  Italy shook her head, stroking the fluffy auburn hair of her baby. "No. I-a didn't get to mio siesta before he-a started up again. But it's fine. Oh, you're boss called. You're-a off paperwork and-a country stuff the rest of the-a month!" She whispered excitedly, her eyes closed and grin wide. "He-a said you've-a been working really hard, plus the-a bambinos, so he-a decided to give you a break for as long as he could!" Feliciana clapped giddily, and giggled.
                          
  The German smiled at her enthusiasm, but couldn't help but be curious as to who she was talking to when he walked in. He decided that it probably didn't matter and didn't want to seem nosy.